Page 21 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

To his delighted surprise, she went on having orgasms as her husband-to-be pounded her backside with his hips, teaching her to take the cock like a good girl. He felt his own climax building in his balls, and he suddenly knew exactly how he wanted to have it. He pulled his hardness from her, the evidence of her defloration so clearly visible on the shaft that his dominant blood sang in his veins at the thought of having claimed her for his pleasure.

Zoe turned with wide eyes, and opened them still further when she saw his cock, but Bradley left her in no doubt: he reached out, picked her up, and laid her on the bed, on her back, with her bottom just at the edge of the bed. He put his hands under her knees, and saw her lips part in surprise, but also in clear arousal, as he spread her wide, her feet in the air and her legs bent all the way back. He brought his cock to the entrance of her pussy, pulling the lacy panties aside to give him access to her no-longer-virgin slit.

Zoe’s eyes traveled downward from his face, and she said, “Oh. Oh, no. I can... I can see it.”

Bradley smiled, realizing that she had probably never seen her pussy so clearly, let alone with her sexy panties pulled aside and a cock about to fuck her. He saw her take in the remnants of her maiden blood, on her private lips and on his hardness. He heard a little whimper in her throat, and then, gazing at her face and loving how shamefully captivated she was by the lewd spectacle down below, he thrust deep inside her.

Zoe cried out, and then kept crying out because Bradley couldn’t help fucking her hard from the start in this ultra-sexy position. He held her in place and thrust inside, his cock sending waves of pleasure through his whole body as she struggled against him as if to enjoy the feeling of being held down.

“I’m going to come inside you, Zoe,” he said, still fucking her just as hard. “The nurse put in an IUD, didn’t she? So you can have as much fucking as you need?”

Zoe’s face crumpled into a mask of helpless arousal as she nodded.

The thought seemed to send both of them over the edge into a lake, or a waterfall, or an ocean of liquid pleasure. He watched Zoe come, and felt her buck underneath him with the force of what he thought must be her biggest orgasm yet. He felt his seed almost boil inside him, and his whole body seemed to go rigid as he shot jet after jet of semen inside the pussy so well prepared for his enjoyment.

He lay on the bed next to her, turning her and putting her over him so that he could stay inside her as the aftershocks of their climaxes went through their joined bodies.

“I love you, Zoe,” he said softly, pulling her down for a kiss.

She winced a little. “I love you too, Bradley Corvan.” She bit her lip, then whispered, “Sir.”

He let her go to the bathroom, then, to clean herself up. After she emerged, now completely naked, to be enfolded for a long moment in his arms and to be kissed all over until she giggled, he went to wash himself.

When he came out, naked himself, he found Zoe in the kitchen, starting to cook the sauce, still without a stitch of clothing. Bradley couldn’t help stopping to admire the lascivious sight of his bride-to-be cooking in the nude, but as she tentatively poured olive oil into a sauté pan over a lit burner, he winced.

Zoe’s concentration, divided between the pan and the back of the can of tomatoes she had opened while he had been in the bathroom, kept her from noticing him coming up behind her with the white apron he’d grabbed from its hook. She turned with a look of alarm in her eyes as he started to drop it over her head, as if worried that he might have found something wanting in her inexpert culinary skills and decided to punish her. When she understood what he was doing, though, and saw the affectionate look on his face, the worry turned to a radiant smile, with a hint almost of mischief in it.

“I’m learning!” she exclaimed. “Look!”

Bradley did look, and he turned the heat down just before he kissed her. “Good girl,” he said, and then kissed her again in front of the stove. Then, unable to help himself, he pulled her away a little and held her close for a moment, her chin against his chest, before he turned her around to tie the strings on the apron.

The view the apron gave him of her sweet bare bottom framed by the fabric and the strings made his cock start to swell again. He put his hand on her backside, down low, cupping her pert little cheeks possessively, and Zoe turned her head over her shoulder with wide eyes. This time she saw his more serious face, and her lips parted as if with a plea for mercy, though she had of course done nothing wrong—had done the opposite, rather, in starting to cook and beginning to obey the command she had resisted, and thus earned her first session over his knee.

Bradley kept his hand where it was, and said softly but solemnly, “Mine.” He spoke without premeditation, but as soon as the word left his mouth he remembered the last thing Davies had told him:If I had to put the essence of traditional marriage, as we’re promoting it in this program, into a single idea, as old-fashioned as it sounds it would be that Zoe belongs to you, and you will decide what to do with what is yours.

She bit her lip, her brow furrowing and her cheeks going pink.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, and she moved her hips just a little, pushing her bottom into his hand.

Bradley turned her around again, keeping his hand there, reminding her, as he kissed her lips very deeply, what he had told her about their wedding night. He worked his middle finger between her little cheeks, to touch her virgin anus and make her whimper up into his mouth at the promise of her final defloration.

“Alright,” he said, when he had broken the kiss, “do you want my help with dinner?”

“Nope,” Zoe said. “I think I’ve got it. But... will you watch and make sure I’m doing it right?”

“Watch you cook for me, naked except for an apron?” Bradley asked, reluctantly surrendering his grip on her bottom and stepping back. “I can do that.”

He ended up helping with the browning of the beef, just to help Zoe figure out when it had cooked enough to add the tomatoes. He stood behind her, with his cock hard again against her bare bottom, and put his arms around her to take the spoon from time to time. Part of him wanted to stop the cooking indefinitely, so he could bend Zoe over a stool and have her pussy again, but he settled for conversation for the moment, a little smug in the fact that every time his lovely fiancée turned around, her eyes went from his face straight to the cock that had taken her virginity just a few minutes before. Each time she took it in, she bit her lip and wrinkled her forehead, as if her wanton need for fucking, though now known to both of them, still troubled her.

Smiling, he relented at last and—partly out of fear of getting some burning hot sauce or pasta where he would least want it—went to the bedroom to put on some jeans. When he returned, he told Zoe about the developments in the Selecta case, as she kept the sauce simmering and stirred the spaghetti.

“It looks like they’re out of options. We’re going to go to trial in two weeks unless they come through with a better settlement offer at the last minute.”

Zoe moved the wooden spoon gently through the thick red sauce. “And you’ll win the trial, you think?”

“Yes,” Bradley said. “There’s not much doubt about that. And the damages will be big, but the case is going to go on for years—that’s the problem, and in the meantime...”

Zoe poured the spaghetti, a little awkwardly, into the colander, steam wreathing her face and making her seem to glow a bit when she turned back to him with troubled eyes.

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