Page 31 of Promised at Birth

Uh oh.

I continue, “I have to warn you though, I am a gagger and a vomiter-“

“Fuck! Oh my God!” Bobby exclaims.

Bobby gets out of our marital bed. Grabs the open bottle of champagne. Slams the door as he leaves the bedroom. I do not think he is coming back. Oh well. I feel relieved. I am not ready for quick sex. I need more time. I get up and turn out the lights. I close my eyes.

Bobby

Fuck! Unbelievable! Gwen is having her period on our wedding night! Tomorrow, we leave for our honeymoon, and she doesn’t even know how long she will be bleeding!This is ridiculous. She is a child. What am I going to do with her?She has absolutely no experience in the bedroom. I was ready to fuck her lovely mouth when she offered to blow me. But I am sure she would have vomited all over my cock!

Blue Balls! Frustrated! Angry! I am afraid to sleep in the same bed with her. I go downstairs to the den. I sit on the couch, guzzling the champagne right from the bottle. I need to stop thinking about her. I need to get drunk. I need oblivion.

I have been wanting to fuck my virgin bride all day. Looking forward to busting her cherry. This evening did not go the way I planned. I can’t stop thinking about her. Want her naked. Need to claim her. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to fuck this woman out of my system.

Shit! And those tits! Those fucking tits. Oh, that ass! When she shimmied out of that wedding gown I almost came in my briefs! Tits bursting out of her bra. Bikini panties barely covering her round ass. That girl is sex on legs! Gwen has a body made to be fucked. Smoking hot! I want to grab onto those curvy hips and bury my cock in her.Get a grip!She is just another chick. Another pussy.

The champagne buzz is beginning to relax me. Good. I do not want to have to take a cold shower and wack off on my wedding night!

Gwen is more beautiful than any of women I have fucked. If only she were not so modest and inexperienced.Does she always wear lingerie underneath her pajamas?What the fuck! I have to do something about her modesty.

I behaved like an asshole all day to Gwen. Almost made her cry when I shoved my hard cock against her at the reception. She was dancing like a whore and needed to learn a lesson. I went too far. Hated seeing tears in those baby blues eyes. She is only 18 years old. Sensitive. Naïve. Innocent. I should be nicer to her.

I can’t sleep. I finish off the champagne. I go back to the bedroom. The lights are off. Gwen is fast asleep. I crawl under the comforter. Head pounding from the champagne. Cock still hard. Bitch of a hangover tomorrow!

The next morning…

I wake up with two big royal blue eyes staring at me. Gwen is kneeling on the bed watching me sleep. Her lovely blonde hair is in a fucking ponytail.God help me!She is wearing blue jean cut-off shorts and a t-shirt. No way – her ponytail and outfit have to go.

“What?” I ask.

My head is throbbing.

“I don’t know what I am supposed to be doing?”

“Go downstairs and find Marie. She will make breakfast for you. Then come back upstairs and change your clothes. You are not wearing that.”

I roll over.

“What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” She whines.

“You look like a teenager.”

“What? Are you the fashion police?”

She does not move from the bed. My head is killing me. Her rebellious streak will be the death of me. I can’t deal with this!

“Gwen, when I get up, I will pick out what you will wear to the airport. We leave for our honeymoon today.”

“We are? I haven’t even packed!”

“Vanessa packed for you. Now go downstairs.”

“What a grump!” I hear her mumble as she pads out of the bedroom.

I smile. She sashays out of our bedroom swinging her hips. Those short shorts really show off her sweet ass. I can’t wait to lick every inch of her.

I take a quick shower. Shave. Brush my teeth. Dress in khaki pants and a silk shirt. I look through Gwen’s new wardrobe hanging on her side of the closet. The clothes are beautiful. I open her closet drawers and see sexy, imported lace panties and bras. I am impressed, Vanessa did a magnificent job picking out exquisite clothing for my new wife. Now if only she would wear them!

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