HURACIO
Watching her eyes come alive, sparkling with joy and unbridled happiness made me feel so warm.
“Would you like to cut the cake?” I broke the spell, startling her.
Nodding, she blinked a couple of times, trying not to cry. I walked over to the bed, drew the closed curtain, and brought out the cake.
“Here, cut it, Kitty.”
She picked up the knife beside the cake and carefully drove it into the cake.
After cutting the cake, she carefully scooped it out and took a bite. Her curiosity turned to a mesmerizing smile.
“It’s so soft and mellow. It’s perfect.” She whispered, clearly satisfied.
She fed me the last bit and after taking it, I collected the cake from her and placed her on a table.
“There is one more thing.”
I brought out a small jewelry box from my inner pocket and opened it.
“This is for you.”
Inside was a diamond-encrusted golden ring.
“I don’t understand.” She replied, looking puzzled. Her breathing changed immediately.
I took her right hand and removed the ring I gave her on our wedding day. I then picked up the new ring and carefully inserted her ring finger into it.
“What are you doing?” She asked in a trembling voice.
“That ring was for your mother. This new one was specially made for you.”
“I don’t understand.” She whispered with tears pooling around her eyes again. I had the impulse to tell her to stop crying at every turn, but I bit down on my lips and just sighed.
“I just want you to have a ring meant for you.”
I lifted the hand to my lips and kissed the ring, then the back of her hand.
I lifted her two hands and guided them around my neck, I then wrapped my hand around her waist, holding her to my torso.
“Alexa, play ‘Summer Blues’ by Mary Aimes,” I spoke into the air.
The sound of a soft-sounding lead guitar broke into the air, and Mary’s melodious voice followed. It was the song she performed back in the afternoon.
We slowly swayed to the beats, dancing with her head buried in my chest. I guess the ring was the ultimate shock. Since I slipped it into her hand, she had been very quiet, just holding on to me and letting me lead the dance.
For this honeymoon, I wanted to make sure that no other man would be able to imprint their name on her heart. Though I had no intention of ever letting her go, I wanted her to be so happy that she would never think of leaving. The first step in that direction was the honeymoon and so far, I think I did great.
“Are you okay?” I whispered into her ear.
In response, she shook her head, instantly alarming me. I pulled her out and held her chin up. Her eyes were red and her face was wet. She had been silently crying.
“What is it?”
“I am just… I don’t know… how to…thank… you. You make me so happy.” She finally broke down.
Relieved, I planted a kiss on each eyelid and sucked on her nose.
“Stop Crying. Your eyes will hurt later.”
I was done listening to all that crying she seemed to be randomly doing since we arrived. I caught her lips and crushed her mouth in an aggressive kiss. Knowing she was bruised and hurting down there wasn’t enough to stop my cock from twitching the moment she returned the kiss.
I led her to the bed, her legs gave out and we toppled into the petal arrangements. She was wearing a short, flora gown that reached just above her knees. The moment we fell, her pussy was exposed and my hard dick was poking against it.
With one hand on her neck, choking her as I kissed her senselessly, I sneaked the other hand down her body. I played with her clitoris for a bit, before unzipping my pants. I then slowly guided my dick into her.
She groaned and went stiff, but before she could push me away, I gathered her two hands and pinned them down above her head. I then started slamming into her. Last night, I was frustrated because I couldn’t even finish. Today, I had her so many times that I should be satiated and ready to rest, but it was like my youth was revived.
I had actually come prepared, thinking I didn’t need to take something to prolong my actions. But I ended up not needing external help to fuck her silly. Her sounds were like the sweetest melody, and her scent was like an aphrodisiac, making me horny each time I sniffed her. Especially the scent of her pussy. It was earthly, soft, and fresh.
With my mouth crushing her as I pounded into her, her cries were turned to groans, and I could feel the tears cascading down her cheeks. A few minutes later, her body went rigid. She then started spasming. I released her mouth, letting her enjoy her orgasm, but I didn’t stop. I kept pounding. The squelchy sounds of our flesh slapping against each other, mixed with her infuriatingly sensual cries of pain were like endorphin-inducing drugs, making me stronger and stronger.
Looking at her flushed and sweaty face, I tried to imprint that look into my brain. Just thinking about this moment when she was having the highest point of orgasm would be enough to keep me hard from henceforth.
“Who’s pussy is this?” I whispered into her ears.
“It’s yours. It’s yours, Daddy.”
“Good. You are mine now, Katalina. Don’t even think of leaving my side.” I continued as plowed mercilessly into her.
Once she was done, I withdrew and turned her around. Having played all afternoon, she knew what I wanted and quickly went on her four legs. I smacked her butt cheeks, making her yelp, I then slid in again. I grabbed her long hair and pulled it like a horse’s rein. I then placed the second hand on the small of her back, pressing it down until her butt was sharply arching upward.
“Fuck.” I grunted as I felt her insides trying to squeeze out my brain. She was hot, wet, and tight. So tight that I felt suffocated. My throbbing dick fought for survival as I continued thrusting. She was the one getting banged, I was the one feeling hammered. Each thrust was like the last stroke that would explode my brain. It was overwhelmingly too good and I didn’t want it to stop. I slowed down, but to my surprise, Katalina started moving, controlling the thrust, unwilling to let me catch a break.
“Kitty.”
“No, Daddy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” She started moving faster.
Seeing she was about to climax again, I decided to ride with her.
“Kitty, wait for Daddy. Don’t cum yet. Hold it in.”
I leaned forward crushing her body to the bed. Now on her back, I paced up, slamming into her, withholding nothing. Her moans turned into deep throated grunts, further driving me crazy.
“Just as I was unable to bear it anymore, I whispered into her ears.
“Come for Daddy.”
Her body instantly went into spasming. I didn’t hold her down, I just continued pounding her, wanting to give her the best. Once she calmed down, I withdrew my cock, turned her around, so she was laying on her back.
“Open your mouth for Daddy.” I grunted, unable to catch my breath.
She hurried over, readily opening her small mouth. I thrust my dick in sharply, and started thrusting down her throat. She instantly started gagging, but I didn’t stop. Her eyes turned wild and red, but it only made me harder.
“Look into my eyes, Kitty. Look me in the eye when I am fucking you, kitty.”
The moment her languid, dark eyes filled with utter submission, – met mine, something went off in my head and I lost control.
“Huh, aaah… ahhh, ugh… ugh…”
Holding her skull and burying everything inside her throat, I came so hard that I blanked out for a few seconds. When I finally came to, she was licking my cock as if it was the sweetest candy in the world.
Maybe it is…