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Later, after a fun reception and after Aunt Barbara takes Maxim home with her, Derek and I go to his hotel room – which is now our hotel room – and he wastes no time taking my dress and his tux off.
“Well, my wife, I think there’s a certain something you promised I could do on our wedding night,” he tells me.
“That’s right,” I say. “There sure was.”
He bends me over the bed and rubs lube all over my ass hole and his big, hard cock.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he says.
He puts the head of his cock up against my ass hole and begins to rub my clit. I relax, feeling amazing, and saying, “Go ahead, hubby.”
It hurts, at first, as he slides his cock into my ass hole, but I grip the edge of the bed and try not to say, “Ouch,” out loud.
When he gets it in about an inch, though, I can’t help it.
“Ouch.”
“You okay, wife?” Derek asks, stopping his cock in its tracks while still rubbing my clit.
With his other hand, he brings up some fingers and rubs my nipple in between them. It feels so good, feeling him all over me, with his cock partly in my ass, that I relax again.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Keep going.”
He stretches out my asshole, more and more, until he’s all the way inside. It starts to feel good, having him crammed and stuffed inside me. Not to mention that the rhythm of his fingers rubbing my clit is making me climax.
“Mmmm,” I moan. “I’m going to cum.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, spanking my ass some. “My new wife is such a bad little girl. Letting me fuck her in her ass.”
“Yes,” I tell him. “You can fuck me any time, any place, any way you want.”
“Like this?” he asks, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass. “Does this feel good?”
“It feels amazing,” I tell him, putting my neck back against his strong chest.
“I’m going to cum in your tight little ass hole,” he tells me, and then I feel him blowing his load inside me while he grunts.
“Mmmm,” I say, cumming along with him.
Once he’s done, he pulls himself out of me, stopping to pant a bit while he looks down at my ass.
“I love to see my red hand welts on your ass cheek and my cream pie in your ass hole,” he admits. “It’s the hottest thing ever.”
“You’re the hottest thing ever,” I say, standing up on my tiptoes and spinning my head around so that, once he leans down to meet my mouth, we can kiss.
“Good thing you married me, then,” he says.
“Yes, it certainly is. I love you.”
“I love you, too, wifey,” he tells me. “And Maxim, too. And whatever other little baby we might have. Today, tomorrow and forever.”
THE END.
Cramming Her Cupcake
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter 1 Brian
As if I didn't already have a lot on my mind today, now I have to spend the majority of my time listening to Andrew complain about his business and all the errands he has to run. I get it, he's my friend and we’re in a tech business together, but still, you would think he could see that I’m preoccupied right now.
I mean, the door to my office was shut, and I haven't answered my phone all morning. I understand that we all need to vent sometimes, but I don’t have the time for this right now.
I sigh, as I listen to Andrew talk about the things he has to do. I stop paying attention when he mentions the words 'flower shop.' That is the absolute last place I want to be right now.
"Fine, let's go," I complain and grab my coat.
I figure it's easier to let Andrew talk, and then maybe he'll get it all out of his system and I can concentrate on my own problems. As we step outside, I am instantly reminded of where we are.
I'm starting to dislike it this small town. I miss the hustle of the big city. I don't know why Andrew decided to expand our business here from the Silicon Valley.
There’s no market in Bloom Idaho for a tech company. We were doing better business back in California. Sure, there are tax benefits here, but we need customers.
We need a lot of things out here that we don’t have, I think to myself, as I try my best to listen to Andrew.
"So anyway," he continues talking as we walk.
I look at him and feign interest in the conversation.
"Not only do I need to get some flowers for my mom’s birthday," he explains, "I also need some for an employee who is back from maternity leave and needs a place to pump," he admits, sounding a little ashamed.
That gets my interest a little. There had been news going around the office that Andrew flaked out on getting a pumping room for her until now that she’s back. Apparently, he and the HR manager got into a big argument about it earlier today.
"Even though I have to send her flowers as an apology, I still blame the HR manager for not reminding me about her needs earlier," he complains.
I try not to laugh at him as we continue walking. His story has lightened my mood a little. Andrew drones on about the business, but I'm not in the mood to hear it. Being in this small town is
