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  He lifted his other hand so he caressed both breasts at the same time, lifting them, kneading them while his thumbs continued their ministrations on my tightened nipples.

  My head fell back. I couldn't help it. Nothing, and I mean not even my grandmother's chocolate cake, was this good, this decadent.

  "Cole, I...oh God," I moaned. I stumbled in my pleasure and my belly bumped against his erection. I heard him hiss. Before I realized it, he'd turned me until the backs of my legs bumped the side of the bed and he lowered me down onto the soft blanket, following me so that he was propped up on a forearm. One hand continued to stroke my breast as he lowered his head to kiss me.

  This was our first real kiss; the one at the wedding was chaste and modest. Over before it even began. This, now this was a kiss! His mouth settled over mine boldly, his tongue working at the seam of my lips, plundering its way inside. The man could kiss. Jimmy Redbacher had pressed his lips to mine when I was twelve, but he'd been just a boy. Cole was all man. Kissing Cole was like nothing I'd ever imagined.

  Just his mouth on mine had me writhing and shifting beneath him and he placed one of his legs between mine, nudging them wider with his knee. As his tongue worked my mouth, his fingers had found my woman's core...my pussy, and slid over it. It was like he was learning all of me.

  "You're soaking wet," he murmured, his breath ragged. He looked down at his hand and watched as I arched my hips up into his ministrations. "I love your pussy all bare like this."

  The heat built, the tingling mounted, this...feeling grew and grew with every brush of his finger through my wetness. One finger rimmed my opening just like earlier, then slipped inside and I cried out. I couldn't help it. He bumped into that spot, that place deep within me that made me...need.

  "I can feel your maidenhead." He slipped a second finger in to join the first and the tightness made me wince, but just for a moment. "It's in my way."

  "Oh, Cole," I gasped. It was almost a beg. He'd done what he'd set out to do. I was now very much willing.

  He moved between me completely and I felt his hard length nudge against me. There. Perhaps hard wasn't the proper word. It felt huge, like a club that was going to ram me. The most frightening thought in my head wasn't that he was going to fill me with it, but that he might not. I wanted it. Needed it buried deep. I wanted to feel the way I had when he'd worked me with his fingers in the church and when he'd had his mouth upon me.

  It was happening again, this buildup, this tension. My head thrashed on the soft blanket, my skin flushed and dewy with sweat, my nipples tight and rubbing against the crisp mat of hair on Cole's chest. My hips lifted up into him of their own volition.

  Using his large hands, he spread my thighs wide, grabbed his cock and lined himself up and pushed in fully. All the way. In one plunging thrust.

  I cried out at the quick stab of pain, my maidenhead's searing finish, then had to shimmy my hips to adjust to being filled. He was large, massive even. I felt torn asunder. And I loved it. Pushing up on my heels, I lifted up so he slid in even farther which had me gasp. "Cole!"

  A drop of sweat fell upon my breast, Cole's breaths soughing in and out like bellows as he held himself still. His jaw clenched tightly and his dark eyes watched my face, waiting. Oh, he was waiting for me. "All right?"

  I didn't answer, I just begged. "Please."

  He must have seen the willingness on my face because he began to move. Hard and fast, he plunged into me over and over. He gave me no quarter, no gentle movements, as if telling me this was how it would be from now on. Cole was a contradiction. So tender and worried that he'd hurt me, waiting for me to adjust to being filled by him, but he was also strong, virile, powerful and exacted his power on whomever he placed his focus. And right now, his focus was solely on me.

  He shifted his hips on the downward stroke, rubbing himself upon the place that pushed me over the edge. Every time he worked that spot I climbed higher and higher. I didn't know how far I had to go, but I knew what I was reaching for. He'd already taken me there twice, but now, it was so different with his cock rubbing, bumping and nudging places deep inside. When I was almost there, when I held my breath for the final leap, his thumb started to circle it, that hard protrusion that was the source of all my pleasure.

  I burst. Colors danced before my eyes and I screamed, my body rigid, frozen in pleasure. Only Cole had ever given me such bliss, such release. Even through it all, he continued to pummel me, working me over and over until all at once, he too, stiffened, his corded muscles tensing and I felt his seed, hot and thick, fill me. Each gush shot into me with a roll of his hips. It went on and on until finally, finally, he collapsed onto his forearms, our breaths mingling.

  Slowly, Cole pulled himself from my depths and I felt his seed trickling out in his wake, coating my swollen lips, my back entrance filled with the cork, the sheet beneath me. As he rolled to his side, he cupped my breast, kept one leg over mine and fell asleep. I stared at the ceiling in the darkness, only the moonlight's glow brightening the room, and smiled to myself.

  I'd known the basics, but had not imagined the tight fit, the stretching, the ripping pain that I felt at losing my maidenhead. All of those thoughts, all thoughts entirely, had flitted away into oblivion once he’d begun to move. There was no question Cole knew what he was doing, knew how to work my body to please us both. My mother had been in error. If this was how it was going to be in our marital bed, I was the luckiest woman in Montana. With Cole pleasing me, holding me through the night, this was just what I'd always imagined.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Cole

  After taking a quick nap - fucking Tessa had taken all the energy right out of me - I carefully climbed out of bed, extracting myself from my new wife without waking her. It was hard to do; she was warm and lush and I just wanted to sink right back into her body again. Today was a vast change for her. Multiple orgasms not only made her compliant and sated, it also wore her out. Seeing her sleeping in my--our--bed was not a hardship. Knowing I'd fucked her into exhaustion had me grinning, my male ego cheering.

  I gazed down at her alabaster skin, all but glowing in the bright moonlight. I saw the signs of a first fucking; her thighs and the sheet beneath her had a thick coating of my seed tinged with her virgin blood. With her shaved pussy, her lips were visible, all swollen and open. A hint of the cork could be seen. Her long, lean legs had clamped about my sides as I filled her, her hips a nice handful. I couldn't forget her breasts. They were unbelievably generous and worthy of my focus. Just looking at her made me hard once again. This would probably be a constant state.

  I knew she'd be a passionate lover. It matched her volatile personality - innocent yet intense, wary yet fiery. I'd worked her body hard; I couldn't help it. Her pussy was so tight and she'd been dripping wet. When she came, her inner walls had milked my cock as if desperate for my seed. And I'd given it to her. I swear I couldn't remember a time I’d come so much. Her body was mine, and now that her maidenhead was gone and the pain with it, I'd take full use of her. The way she responded, she'd crave it. Instead of going to the other room and letting her rest, spending an hour or two working at my desk, I knelt back on the bed, ran a hand down her warm back. I needed her again.

  "Come on, darlin'," I murmured, gently rolling her over onto her stomach. "Tuck your legs beneath you."

  She didn't awake completely, but complied, so she had her knees folded up under her belly with her head resting on the bed. I stroked her soft skin, creamy gold in the waning daylight, feeling the delicate bumps of her spine. Her ass was facing me, but her pussy wasn't accessible as I wished, so I grabbed pillow and lifted her at the waist to place it beneath her hips. I took her knees and pulled them wide apart. There. Now she was open to me. I slid my fingers from her corked ass, through her cum-coated pussy to her clit, which made her stir and sigh.

  Putting my other knee on the bed, I aligned my cock and pushed in with one easy, slow thrust. The mixture of her arousal and my seed made h
er unbelievably slick, very tight with the cork. Even with my large size, I was able to penetrate her all the way to her womb. Tessa arched her back and moaned at the forceful intrusion. I loved to see her awaken because of my cock inside her. She came up on her hands so that she was on all fours, her breasts hanging down so that her nipples brushed the blanket.

  "Cole!"

  "You'll take me, Tessa."

  She gasped with each hard thrust. "Yes!"

  Her pussy was so tight it all but strangled my cock. Her ass would be even tighter. That thought had my balls drawing up to my body, my cum all but boiling. I pressed my fingers against the hard cork in her ass, nudging her there, testing her response to that kind of penetration.

  Groaning, she lifted her head, her black hair tossed down her back like a mane. She stared back at me over one shoulder with her stunned blue eyes, open wide with surprise, but quickly became foggy and unfocused as I nudged the cork in pace with my cock in her pussy. In one, two strokes she came with a scream. Both holes clenched down, squeezing the cum right from my body, filling her even more.

  Once I caught my breath, I wiped the sweat from my brow and slowly pulled my cock free, enjoying the sight of my seed dripping copiously from her open pussy. I climbed from the bed and grabbed a cloth, gently cleaning Tessa between her thighs. Shifting her, I put the pillow back and tucked her into bed, climbing in beside her, throwing a leg over her sleeping form once again.

  ***

  I'd bathed and dressed before Tessa even stirred in the morning, unsure if if she was still asleep because I'd worn her out fucking her or if she was used to waking when the morning was half done. Either way, it was time for her to begin her day.

  "Wake up, darlin'," I murmured, kneeling on the bed and leaning over to give her a kiss on her temple.

  She mumbled something about waiting for breakfast and rolled away from me.

  I grinned down at my sleeping wife, her hair a black cloud over her pillow. "I've got a little snack for you right here," I said, giving her a firm smack on the ass through the sheet.

  Bolting upright with a squeal, she looked stunned, yet confused. The sheet slipped off her, exposing her delectable breasts to my view. She gasped and shifted her upper body forward to move off the cork in her ass. Her full nipples thrust forward and tightened as I watched. I hardened against the placket of my pants at the sight.

  Wiping her tangled hair back from her face, she turned her head and looked at me. It took two seconds for her wake up enough to realize there was a man in the room and that she was naked. Her eyes flared wide. "Oh!"

  "Let's get you up now, darlin'. I've got to get you ready for the day, then check in with Sam and Jake."

  Turning her body, she slid so her feet dangled off the bed. "You said …," she murmured, her voice deep and husky with sleep. "You said something about a snack?"

  "Sure thing." I started to undo my pants as I spoke. "Every morning you're going to suck my cock. When you've done a good job, you'll get your snack."

  I almost sighed in relief when my cock sprang free, uncomfortable in the tight confines of my pants.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of my cock as it bobbed toward her in the bright light of day. Sitting on the bed as she was, her mouth was in perfect alignment to take it.

  "You want me to what?" She scrunched up her face. "What kind of snack are you talking about?"

  "My seed, of course. Based on the amount dripping from your pussy last night, it should fill your stomach. You might not even need any breakfast."

  She just sat there and stared. I wanted to grin at her, hair all tangled, breasts thrust out, whisker burn on her neck, bloodstained sheets behind her, confusion of how a cock went in her mouth blatant on her face.

  "In the morning, you don't even have to get on your knees. You can just sit right there like you are, all soft and pretty from your sleep." I stepped in closer so that my cock was just an inch from her mouth. All I had to do was thrust my hips to be down her throat. "Open up, darlin'."

  "I...I don't know how," she replied, licking her lips.

  "Just like a sucker candy. Lick the head," I instructed, barely restraining myself from thrusting forward.

  She did as told, although extremely tentatively. At first, she touched me with little licks like a cat. It felt so amazing my balls drew up tight and I couldn't help but groan. Her eyes flashed up to mine at the sound. I wasn't going to last long, although for her first time, that might be best. "Swirl your tongue all over, then take the whole thing in your mouth."

  Tessa shook her head, her eyes riveted to my now glistening cock. "I...I can't."

  "You can, darlin'. I'll teach you how. This is your first task of the day. Every day. We will not leave this room until I've come and filled your belly."

  She glanced up at me once again, unsure. Tilting up her chin, she replied, "But, what if I'm not good? What if you don't like it?"

  Her parents surely wounded her self-confidence. I had to remember praise her as well as tame her. I shifted my hips forward so that my cock bumped her mouth. "I'm going to like everything you do, Tessa. Don't you worry about that. Now, open up."

  She did and I slid my cock in, not giving her time to waffle. I pushed in deeply to the back of her throat, which made her gag. Her hands came out and pushed frantically against my thighs. I eased back a little bit as she caught her breath, her nostrils flaring.

  "You can take me all the way in, Tessa." I pushed in, bumping against her throat once again and her eyes flared wide in panic. I pulled back. "That's it. Breathe through your nose. When I go all the way in, swallow." I pushed in and she made a cry of protest, although it came out garbled around my cock. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Yes, darlin'," I hissed when she'd taken all of me, although with substantial protest. "Such a good girl. Now swallow."

  She couldn't do it. Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and she continued to fight me. I pulled back about an inch, moderating my strokes until she caught her breath. Once she'd calmed, I thrust deep again and her innocent little mouth was too much. Quickly, like a teenager and his first cock sucking, I came. My orgasm started in my spine and up into my balls.

  "Swallow, darlin'," I groaned, pumping my hips. "Take it all."

  When the first thick stream of cum hit the back of Tessa's throat, her eyes widened even further. She worked to take all of my seed, her small hands pounding on the muscles of my thighs, most likely surprised by the thick ropes of cum filling her mouth, sliding down her throat.

  Even with her struggling, I sighed in satisfaction, I couldn't help it. Her tentativeness had pushed me over the edge in record time. Slowly, I pulled my softening cock from her mouth and tucked it back in my pants. "That was incredible, darlin'. With consistent practice, you're going to be one good cock sucker." A dribble of cum leaked out of the corner of Tessa's mouth. Using my thumb, I brushed it off. "Open up," I murmured, sated.

  She did, but she was a mess. A beautiful mess. Her face was mottled red, her eyes were watery and her nose ran. I could see her insecurity at being used thusly in her eyes. Her little pink tongue flicked out and cleaned the cum off. Surely, she needed training.

  "Good girl."

  "Cole, I can't do that every morning." She sniffled. "I couldn't breathe and there was so much, I couldn't swallow it all."

  "I know," I said, my voice soothing as I ran my hand over her silky hair. "It's hard now, but you're going to practice and you'll get better and better. If you haven't learned already, I'm a patient man, and you're doing so well. Now, over to the bar." I pointed to the wall where a bar was mounted. It was similar to a short section of hand railing for a stairway.

  "What's the bar?" she wondered, using the back of her hand to wipe her nose.

  "It's for you to hold on to so that I can tend to you. It's where I'll take out or put in a cork or plug, perhaps check and make sure you're nice and wet for me. Definitely a place where I can fuck you."

  "But...but why now?"

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p; "I have to take the cork out," I replied.

  Clearly she was ready for the object to be removed because she practically leapt from the bed to stand in front of it.

  "Put your hands on the bar and bend at the waist, just like at church."

  She looked at me briefly over her shoulder, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but complied, grabbing hold of the piece of wood.

  This was my first glimpse of Tessa at the bar and it was something to remember. Her dark hair fell down like a curtain almost to the floor. Her breasts hung beneath her with ripe nipples ready to be plucked. Her ass was round and heart shaped and her shaved pussy looked used - red and swollen lips with sticky cum and virgin's blood coating her down to her thighs. The small cork in her ass only completed the image that she was indeed mine.

  "You are so beautiful, darlin'." I gently worked the cork from her ass. "For doing an exceptional job with your first cock sucking, you deserve a reward." I ran a tip of one finger through her slick folds. She was wet for me. Slowly, gently, I slid one finger into her tight, satiny depths as my thumb worked her clit. Using my other hand, I circled her ass, slick from the ointment and worked the tip of my finger into her there as well. It didn't take long to bring her to the brink, then tip her over. She came so easily and was so responsive, I didn't know if she'd even need the honeymoon pill. The regular, small pill might be all that she required. Her arousal was heightened with barely any help. That certainly stroked my ego, knowing my wife could come from just from a simple touch. And hell, she could set me off with a tentative lick of her tongue. It was a perfect match.

  Once she'd recovered from her pleasure, I helped her stand, stroked my hand over her cheek. So soft. "I love to see you come."

  Her skin was flushed and heated, her nipples tightly furled. Her hair was a wild tangle. She looked thoroughly sated. Used. An incredible sight.