He starts pushing me up and pulling me down faster, harder. I use one hand to press his cock against me, making sure to rub my clit with each pass. “Can we put it in? Just for a second, see if it fits?” I beg, my orgasm so close, I can feel my pussy spasm for his girth.
He chuckles darkly, “It will fit, you were made for me. But we are waiting.”
“What about just the tip? Everyone loves to be tipped!” I try so hard to break him. Twisting my nipples, sending delicious tendrils of pleasure through my body, pulling on them, while I ride him.
“You are incorrigible. Now, hush your mouth and cum all over my cock. I wanna feel your juices around me when I explode.”
“Garrett!” I scream, pumping my legs up and down, holding onto his cock with a firm grip, I take us both over the edge. Then I collapse onto his chest. Our hearts beat a rapid tattoo against our chests as he rubs soothing hands up and down my sweaty back. “That was fucking awesome.” I breath out.
“Hell, yeah it was.” He shifts slightly and his cock slips into my pussy, just a little bit and I scream bloody murder. “Fuck, are you ok?”
“Ow! It does NOT fit, you big liar.” I glare at him, standing on the side of the bed like I’ve been attacked by a snake. I kind of was.
“But, baby, everyone loves to be tipped.” He mocks, it is not a good look for him.
“Using my words against me will in no way end well for you.” I sulk, hesitantly climbing back into bed, cupping my pussy. It was more the shock of it all, not that it actually hurt, but I won’t say it didn’t smart. Garrett wraps his arms around me, hauling me over to his side.
“I love you, Priscilla. I’m sorry that my massive, girthy, circumcised, rigid member hurt your tiny pussy. Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?” He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing up and down, yet I can still feel the smile as he patronizes me.
“I would say that kissing it is the least you could do. But we can start with that.”
Priscilla 32.
It seems like yesterday I stared at newborn Elead, met his father, blinked, and now I’m standing under a chuppah held by my uncles Pietro, Cosimo, Gaetano and Nash in front of a rabbi I met two weeks ago, pledging my life and my heart to one of the best men I have ever met and the only one to speak to my soul.
Aunt Kel made my dress, a pale pink with sleeveless lace to cover my décolletage, a fitted wrapped bodice, and an A-line tulle skirt. I feel beautiful, powerful, and his.
Listening to my husband recite the prayer in Hebrew, we drink the wine, and he stomps on our glass to thunderous applause and deafening screams of “Mazel Tov!”
The reception is grand and Elead in his little tux is the hit of the party. Until he shits, then no one seems to want him, but his mame does. I take him into the bathroom, smiling down at the little bugger, as I remove his pants and clean him up. I tickle his belly and blow raspberries against his skin, closing my eyes to better enjoy the sound of his laughter. It is like a melody written by the angels.
“I am happy the person who was with you yesterday, is with you today. And I am blessed that I will be with you tomorrow. I am sad that you do not understand yet just how loved you are, but glad because I will get to watch you when you do. You may not be blood of my blood, but you are the child of my heart. I hope you can forgive me, but the happiest moments of my life are born out what could arguably be your saddest. But your tate and I will spend the rest of our lives loving you with everything we have.”
“That was beautiful, b’shert. But why is my wife changing the poopy diaper of our son, don’t we have family for that?”
Picking up a clean-tooshied Elead, I rest him in my arm and give Garrett a long kiss. “I am his mame, it is my pleasure to wipe the evil from his tuchus.”
“Spoken like a true Jewish mother.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss me again.
“I’ve been working on my guilt.” I say proudly.
“You’ve already got that covered.” He holds out his arm for me to take, “Well, Mrs. Garrett Havlin, are you ready to start the rest of our lives?”
“Well, Mr. Garrett Havlin, I’m ready to drop this bundle of joy in my mom’s lap and ride you into the sunset.”
“Why are we still standing in the bathroom, let’s move!” He slaps my ass and give Elead a belly tickle.
We run out of the bathroom, hastily, but carefully, placing El in my shocked mother’s lap. We wave at everyone, blowing kisses and saying goodbye.
“Enjoy the sanctioned orgasms!” Aunt Mer calls out.
“Get some!” Aunt Tiffany and Aunt Kel yell together. Oh, I plan to. I plan to get some all night long.
Ephraim 33.
Staying at the same hotel as the reception was a superb idea. I just wish I would have worn tear-away pants. We collide stepping through the room, frantic to undress as quickly as possible, until she smacks my hand and yells at me for almost ripping her dress.
We slow down, realizing there is no rush. I stand behind my wife, running my fingers through the hair that hangs down her back,
