Chapter 7: Rough night
The sight of John running with his bride in his arms had left every woman in the resort panting and dripping wet.
The way his muscles flexed, the way his cock strained against his pants, it was enough to make any woman cream her panties.
Sarah was no exception, the lack of underwear meant her slick pussy juices had already soaked through her dress, leaving a wet spot on the velvet fabric.
Her nipples were hard, pressing against the material, aching to be touched, to be sucked. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she looked up at John, her eyes filled with hunger and desire.
They were still maddeningly far from their room. John carried her through the bustling lobby, every woman - and some men - ogling his massive bulge, their eyes wide with desire and envy.
Sarah, clutched in his powerful arms, reveled in the attention, her competitive streak loving how jealous these strangers were of her. She could feel John's heart pounding against her chest, his breath hot on her neck as he hurried towards their suite.
She could feel every muscle in his body tense, ready to pounce on her the moment they were alone. Sarah wanted to twist the knife, "just think John, how many of these women would kill to be in my position right now. How many of them would do anything to have your cock inside them, filling them up, making them scream your name."
"not one of those sluts out there could make you feel the way I do. Not one of them could take this thick cock like I can." Sarah whispered for only John to hear, her breath hot in his ear.
She could feel his cock twitch in response, and it spurred her on. " I bet you're imaging how easy it would be to bend one of them over and fuck them right here, right now. To split them in half with that massive cock of yours." She nipped at his earlobe, her voice a low growl. "But you won't, will you, John? Because you're mine. And you know that no one else can satisfy you like I can."
John's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. He didn't respond, didn't need to. She could feel his desire, his need, pulsing through him.
She knew he was hers, completely and utterly. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I dare you, John. I dare you to fuck me so hard, so deep, that I'll feel you in my throat. I dare you to make me scream your name so loud, the whole resort hears us."
After what felt like a fortnight of torture they finally arrived at the door to their room, only to find it locked. No matter, John has a key card. However, carrying Sarah meant fishing it out from his pocket proved challenging. Sarah, not one to miss an opportunity, took advantage of his predicament. She reached down, her hand cupping his massive bulge, feeling the heat and hardness through the fabric. John groaned, his eyes closing briefly.
"what are you going to do, stud?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with amusement. "Drop me so you can fish out the key card?"
"Fuck no," John growled, his eyes snapping open. "I'm not letting you go until I've filled you up so many times, you can't walk straight."
"Is that a promise?"
"If you can still walk after I'm done with you, I'll eat my fucking tie," John countered, his voice a low rumble. Sarah's pussy clenched at his words, her desire ratcheting up another notch.
John went from carrying her bridal style to tossing her over his shoulder like a caveman, making her squeal in surprise. He smacked her ass, the sound echoing through the hallway, making her yelp. "John!" she hissed, mortified and turned on at the same time. "Shut up, Sarah," he growled, his hand rubbing the spot he'd just smacked. "I'm going to make you scream louder than that."
He finally found the key card, swiping it through the lock. The door clicked open, and he carried her inside, kicking it shut behind them. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with hunger and desire.
John turned on every light in the room, casting a harsh glare that left no shadow. He wanted to see every inch of her, every curve, every dip. He wanted to watch her face as he filled her, wanted to see her eyes roll back as she came. He gently slid her from his shoulder, standing her up at the foot of the bed.
She swayed slightly, her legs wobbling from the sheer weight of her desire. He smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.
John reached around, grabbing the zipper of her dress and pulling it down in one swift motion. The velvet dress fell open, revealing her naked body underneath. No bra, no panties. Just smooth, tanned skin and curves that made his mouth water.
He could see the glisten of her juices on her thighs, and it took every ounce of control he had not to drop to his knees and devour her right then and there.
Her dress was a wrinkled mess, her hair disheveled, her makeup smudged. She looked like she'd been thoroughly fucked, and they hadn't even started yet.
John whispered, " You're fucking gorgeous, Sarah. I'm going to ruin you tonight."
A shiver ran down her spine at his words, her pussy clenching in anticipation. She could hear the hunger in his voice, the raw desire that matched her own.
He pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable, her body trembling with need.
He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that made her feel like a goddess.
"I'm going to fuck you like the goddess you are," he growled, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
This was time for Sarah's move, she grabbed the bowtie around his neck and pulled him towards her, "what if I don't want to be fucked like a goddess, John? What if I want to be fucked like the dirty little slut I am?"
The battle for dominance was on, and both Sarah and John weren't backing down.
John's eyes flashed with a challenge, a smirk playing on his lips, "Oh, really? Now what makes you think you'd be able to stop me from taking you however I want , Sarah?"
Sarah's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved this game, loved the thrill of the chase, the battle for dominance. She leaned in, her voice a low purr, "Because, John, I am stronger than I look. I can take whatever I want." She emphasized her point by pushing him onto the bed, straddling him.
He let her, watching her with amusement and desire. "You think so, huh?" he challenged, his hands gripping her hips. "Let's see how you handle this." He flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. She gasped, surprise flickering in her eyes before the competitive fire returned.
John ran his hands over her muscles that were bulging with lustful energy, "you think you can overpower me, Sarah? I am a former linebacker, and I can crush you with one hand." He proved his point by pinning her arms above her head with one hand, making her whimper.
She was strong, but John was stronger. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, her body betraying her need for him.
"You would never hurt me, John," she whispered, her voice filled with confidence.
An air of seriousness washed over them as John stared at her, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her breath hitch. She could feel the weight of the emotions passing between them, and it was overwhelming.
"You're right," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "I would never hurt you, Sarah." He leaned down, his mouth crashing into hers. The kiss was fierce and raw, their teeth clashing as their tongues dueled for dominance. It was a kiss filled with passion, with desire, with love.
"You know you want me, just as much as I want you. So let's stop this little game and give in to what we both want," Sarah pleaded as John pinned her effortlessly to the bed.
"what happened to 'I want to be fucked like the dirty little slut I am'" John teased, smirking down at Sarah who glared up at him in defiance.
Without warning, she thrust her hips upward against John's, making him groan as he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy through the fabric of his pants.
"Don't tease me, John," Sarah hissed, her voice low and filled with need. "I can't take it anymore."
John's eyes flashed with desire as he looked down at Sarah, her blonde hair fanned out on the bed, her green eyes glowing with lust.
"beg harder like a good girl " he commanded, his voice low and thick.
Sarah trembled, a mix of excitement and dominance running through her veins. She understood the power dynamics at play, and she reveled in it, finding strength in submission.
"Please, John. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." Her words were a desperate plea, tinged with frustration. He was still fully clothed, standing over her, his pants straining to contain his unstoppable erection.
His tuxedo added an extra layer of classy sexiness, making Sarah wonder why the hell she waited so long to marry this man. The anticipation was driving her mad, and she'd never begged before like this in her life, but his demand unlocked something primal in her.
John opened his mouth to egg her on further
, but Sarah couldn't wait any longer. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down onto her, grinding her pussy against his still-clothed cock. He groaned, his eyes rolling back for a moment before he regained control.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, "you're not playing fair."
"Who said anything about playing fair?" she challenged, her voice breathy with desire.
She could feel the heat of his cock through his pants, and it made her ache to have him inside her. She needed him, needed him more than she needed air.
Sarah reached up and grabbed him by the bowtie, pulling him down towards her. He let her, watching her with a smirk that made her want to slap him and fuck him at the same time.
The sight of John in his tuxedo, towering over her, his muscles flexing as he held himself above her, was enough to make her cream her panties. If only she was wearing any. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his cock throbbing against her thigh. She knew he was enjoying this, enjoying the power he held over her.
She could see it in his eyes, the way they gleamed with amusement and desire. She hated it, and yet, she loved it. She loved the way he made her feel, the way he made her beg.
"Please, John," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up." He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You need me, huh? Say it again. Louder this time." She gritted her teeth, her pride warring with her desire.
Sarah debated whether to give in or hold out, but her body made the decision for her. She felt a surge of wetness between her legs, a testament to her need for him.
If Sarah was going to beg, she was going to do it right. She took a deep breath, her voice coming out louder, more confident. "I need you, John. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me hard, to fill me up completely." She emphasized her last words by grinding her hips against his, making him groan.
John let a stupid toothy smile spread across his face, "Louder, Sarah. I want the whole fucking resort to hear you beg for my cock."
Sarah tightened the grip on his bowtie and pulled him till he was nose to nose. Desperation tears stung her eyes, making her emerald irises shimmer. Sarah whispered threateningly, "if you don't fuck me right now, John, I swear to God, I'll choke you with this bowtie until you pass out, and then I'll ride your unconscious body like a fucking cowgirl."
John's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in lust. He growled, "Fuck, Sarah. I didn't know you had it in you."
"Oh, I have it in me, alright," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "Now, are you going to give me what I want, or do I have to take it?" John's cock throbbed at her words, his desire ratcheting up another notch.
He could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy through his pants, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to feel her, to taste her, to bury himself inside her.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager."
Sarah tightened his bowtie around her fist, "if you dump a singular rope of cum anywhere other than my tits or abs, John, I swear to God, I'll ride your face until you choke on my pussy juices."
"Now, are you going to undress for me, or do I have to rip that tuxedo off you?"
John smirked, "I'd like to see you try."
Sarah may not have been strong enough to overpower him, but she was strong enough to rip that tuxedo off him.
She started with his bowtie, pulling it roughly, using it to pull him down for a bruising kiss.
She pushed him away, her chest heaving as she tore at his jacket, She could hear the fabric ripping, but she didn't care. She needed him naked, needed to feel his skin against hers.
John let out a low chuckle, "eager, aren't we?"
Sarah didn't even dignify his question with a response. She was too busy clawing at his vest, miraculously the vest buttons popped off under her furious assault, revealing the crisp white shirt underneath.
She could hear John's low chuckle, but she didn't care. She was on a mission, and she wasn't going to be deterred.
Next, she attacked his shirt, her nails raking down the fabric, leaving deep scratches in their wake. John just watched her, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire, letting her have her fun. "You're like a fucking wild animal." She snarled at him, her eyes flashing with hunger.
"And you're my prey, John. I'm going to devour you." Sarah kept up her assault, her nails now scraping against the buttons of his shirt, popping them off one by one. She was desperate to see the abs that occupied every dream she'd had since marrying this man. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her, making her pussy clench with need. "You're like a fucking wild animal," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "And I fucking love it." She finally reached the last button, ripping it off in her haste.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing the sculpted chest and abs she'd been dreaming about. She leaned down, her tongue snaking out to lick a trail from his bellybutton up to his pecs, leaving a glistening path in its wake.
Sarah thought that John was attempting to move away from her reach, but she wasn't having any of that.
Her right hand rocketed up to his throat, her nails above his jugular veins, a silent warning. John's eyes flashed with surprise, then amusement. He liked this side of her, liked the fight in her. It made him want to dominate her even more.
Sarah saw the sly gleam in his eyes, a warning signal that he was about to say some stupid shit. She tightened her talons on his throat, leaning in close. "You better watch that fucking mouth of yours, John. I'm not in the mood for your games right now."
She wasn't playing around, and he fucking loved it.
Sarah tightened her talons, her nails digging into his flesh, a silent threat. "Listen here, John. I've been a good little wife all day, but I'm done playing nice."
John stared down at the river running down her thighs, he rose his hands in silent surrender. He dared not to speak, knowing full well that Sarah was in a certain mood and any wrong word could send her into a sex frenzy, one that he wasn't sure he could keep up with. His cock, however, had other ideas. It strained against his pants, leaking pre-cum at the sight of his wife's naked, soaking pussy. He wanted to bury himself inside her, to feel her tight heat around him, to hear her scream his name as she came.
Sarah, sensing his hesitation, smirked. "What's the matter, John? Cat got your tongue?"
Sarah taunted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She released her grip on his throat, trailing her nails down his chest, leaving red welts in their wake. John hissed at the contact, his cock jerking in response.
"Not quite," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I was just trying to figure out how to handle you tonight, Sarah. You're like a wildcat, unpredictable and dangerous."
"Good," she purred, her eyes locked onto his. "I like being unpredictable. It keeps you on your toes," Sarah replied, her voice a low purr. She could see the hunger in John's eyes, the raw, primal desire that made her feel like a goddess.
Sarah eyed the last piece of clothing separating her from John's naked body - his pants.
She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with hunger. She could see the outline of his cock, thick and long, straining against the fabric. She wanted it, needed it, like she needed air.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his length through the fabric. She could feel him throbbing, ready and eager for her touch.
His pants were as tight as a snare drum. It pointed down his pant leg, fighting his massive thigh muscles for space. It reached practically half-way down his thigh, thick as a shampoo bottle, and she couldn't wait to feel it inside her again.
Sarah raked her hands around where his underwear lines should have been, but there was nothing. His cock was bare, his balls heavy and full. She growled, "naughty, naughty, John. You went commando in your tuxedo?"
She already knew that he was commando from the fact that it looked like he'd pissed himself with the amount of pre cum he was leaking, but she wanted to hear him say it.
John smirked, "What can I say, Sarah? I like to live dangerously." Sarah chuckled, "Well, let's see if you can handle the danger."
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat of his cock through the fabric, and it made her pussy clench with need.
"These have to go," she growled, her voice low and thick with desire. John's eyes flashed with hunger, "Then take them off, Sarah."
Sarah's hands shook, fumbling with his belt like a virgin on prom night. John watched her, his smirk growing with each failed attempt. "Need some help, wife?" he taunted.
Sarah growled, her pride taking over, "I don't need your fucking help, John."
She fumbled quicker, not making any progress. John laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made her pussy clench. She hated that he could affect her this way, hated that he could make her lose so much control. But she also loved it, loved the way he made her feel alive.
A smirk began to tease John's lips as he watched Sarah struggle with his belt.
Sarah knew he was going to say something smart, and she was ready for it. She glared at him, "Don't you dare say a fucking word, John. I can do this."
He held up his hands in surrender, "I didn't say anything, Sarah. I'm just enjoying the show."
She finally managed to get the belt undone, her fingers shaking as she popped the button on his pants. She could feel the heat of his cock through the fabric, and it made her crave him even more. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, yanking them down agonizingly slowly, revealing inch after inch of the thick, veined flesh she'd been dreaming about. His cock sprang free, slapping against his abs, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum in its wake.
"fucking finally," Sarah cursed through gritted teeth, her eyes locked onto his throbbing length. She could see the vein pulsing, could see the head leaking, and it made her mouth water.
"Like what you see, Sarah?" John taunted, his voice thick with desire.
She didn't answer, couldn't answer. She was too busy staring at his cock, too busy imagining it inside her.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft. It was hot to the touch, like a brands of iron. She could feel it throbbing in her hand, could feel the power of it.
"there's my cock," Sarah purred, her voice a low growl. "My big, thick cock." John chuckled, "you like that, don't you, Sarah? You like my big cock." She didn't answer, just stroked him, her hand moving up and down his length.
Sarah's tone left no room for arguing, "On your back, John. Now."
John raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, "You giving orders now, Sarah?"
She glared at him, her hand tightening around his cock, making him hiss. "I said, on your back, John."
He chuckled, but did as he was told, lying back on the bed. His cock stood tall, a thick, veined pillar of flesh, leaking pre-cum onto his abs.
Sarah climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.
John asked, "do you think any of those sluts at the steakhouse could take me like this?" Sarah leaned down, her tits brushing against his chest, her breath hot on his ear. "I don't give a fuck about any of those sluts, John. I only care about you and me. But if you want to know, I bet none of them could handle this cock like I can." She emphasized her point by grinding her pussy against his shaft, making them both groan.
Sarah continued grinding, "and if anyone of them tried, I'd rip their fucking throats out. This cock is mine, John. Only mine."
"Fuck, Sarah," John groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're going to make me come just from talking like that."
She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I'm not done talking yet, John. I'm just getting started."
She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "You want to know what I'm going to do to you, John? I'm going to ride you like a fucking rodeo. I'm going to bounce on this cock until you're begging me to stop. And then, when you're on the brink, when you're ready to explode, I'm going to climb off and leave you hanging. And then, when you least expect it, I'm going to suck you off, swallow every drop of your cum, and then straddle you again, taking you deep into my throat until you're hard again."
John's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Fuck, Sarah. Promise?
John growled, his hips bucking beneath her, seeking friction.
Sarah laughed, a low, sultry sound that made his cock twitch. "I promise, John. Now, are you going to let me do my thing, or are you going to keep interrupting me?"
He grunted, his hands sliding up to cup her tits, squeezing them roughly. "Do your worst, Sarah."
She smirked, leaning back to give him a better view of her body. She ran her hands down her stomach, tracing the lines of her abs, before slipping a hand between her legs.
Sarah was practically a waterfall her pussy dripping with need. She coated her fingers in her juices, bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean, her eyes locked onto John's. "Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his cock jerking at the sight. "You're killing me." She smirked, "I'm just getting started, John." She reached behind her, grabbing his cock, positioning it at her entrance.
She reached out, grabbing John's hands and placing them on her tits. "Play with these while I ride you, John.Make them nice and fucking sore," Sarah commanded, squeezing his hands around her breasts. He obliged, his calloused thumbs circling her nipples, kneading and rubbing them until she gasped.
Sarah slid down his cock effortlessly, she was so wet, so ready, that he slipped in like a hot knife through butter. She let out a low moan, her head falling back, her blonde hair cascading down her back.
"John, you've fucking ruined me," she panted, her hips already moving, grinding against him. "No one else will ever do for me after this."
He growled, his hips bucking beneath her, driving his cock deeper. "No one else better fucking try. I want you addicted to my cock, craving it every second of every day."
She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her nails digging into his flesh. "I already am, John. I already fucking am."
Sarah hissed, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around him. "I can't get enough of your cock, John. It's like a fucking drug."
Sarah stirred her hips, grinding down on him, her pussy clenching around his length. She could feel every throbbing inch of him, could feel the heat of his skin against hers. She was in heaven, and she never wanted to leave.
She ground against him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her hips moving faster, her nails digging deeper into his chest. "I'm going to come, John. I'm going to come all over your fat cock."
Sarah's voice was a ragged, desperate thing, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm.
John kneaded her tits, squeezing and playing with them, pushing her closer to the edge. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, could feel the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
He wanted to see her, wanted to watch her face as she came.
"Look at me, Sarah," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see your face when you come."
She opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto his. He could see the raw, primal desire in them, could see the need that matched his own.
"John," she gasped, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around him. "I'm coming, John. Fuck, I'm coming!" Sarah cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. John could feel her pussy spasming around his cock, her juices coating him as she rode out her release.
He held her tits tightly, slamming her down onto him, fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a whimpering, trembling mess.
As her orgasm subsided, Sarah collapsed onto John's chest, her body slick with sweat. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her, could feel his cock still throbbing inside her.
John, ever the smart ass, chuckled, "You know, for someone who was so eager to ride me, you sure did come quick."
Sarah lifted her head, her eyes narrowing. "Fuck you, John. I was just getting started."
He smirked, "I should hope so, you promised to ride me like a fucking rodeo, that was barely a mosey."
Sarah glared at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, you want a fucking rodeo, John? Fine. I'll give you a fucking rodeo." She pushed herself off his chest, her hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. She started to move, slowly at first, her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, all of it rubbing against her sensitive pussy walls. She moaned, her head falling back, her blonde hair cascading down her back.
"what is it with you and grinding?" John taunted, "or are you too scared to fuck like a woman?"
Sarah stopped on a dime, mid-grind. She snapped her head down, her eyes narrowing to slits. "I'll show you fucking like a woman, you cocky bastard."
She dug her nails into his shoulders, and pulled herself up, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her. She hovered there, teasing him, making him groan. Then, with a wicked grin, she slammed herself down, taking him to the hilt in one swift motion. John's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "Fuck, Sarah!"
She didn't respond, just started moving, bouncing up and down on his cock like a fucking pogo stick. Her tits slapped against her chest, her hair flying wild, and her pussy gripping him like a vice.
She looked down at him, her eyes blazing with challenge. "You want to see me fuck, John? You want to see me ride your cock like a fucking bull rider?" Sarah snarled, her voice thick with lust. She leaned forward, her hands pressing into his chest, her nails digging into his flesh. "I'll show you fucking, John. I'll show you what it means to be fucked by a real woman."
There was just one problem with her plan, she realized, as she bounced furiously on his cock. Her pussy was so sensitive from her recent orgasm that Every time she slammed down, stars exploded behind her eyes, and she could feel her orgasm building again.
She was determined to make John come first, though, to prove that she could handle him, that she could make him lose control. She gritted her teeth, determined to make John come first, to prove her dominance. But John, the bastard, wasn't making it easy. He was enjoying the show too much, his hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass, driving her wild. "Fuck, Sarah, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. "But I can tell you're close again. I can feel your pussy fluttering around my cock." "Shut up, John," she hissed, her movements becoming more frantic.
Yet try as she might, Sarah couldn't hold back her orgasm. The sensation of John's thick cock filling her, the slap of their bodies, the sight of his muscular form beneath her - it was all too much. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her eyes squeezing shut as her body convulsed. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy clenching around John's cock in rhythmic pulses. John's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up into her, extending her orgasm.
"Look at me, Sarah," he growled, his voice rough with desire. She forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze. He looked wild, untamed, like a beast ready to pounce. "I want you to see who's making you come, who's owning this pussy." His words sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around him. She snarled, "You're not owning shit, John. I'm using you for my pleasure." He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Keep telling yourself that, Sarah."
Sarah, ever competitive and unable to admit defeat, pushed herself back up ready to ride him again.
"are you tired yet, Sarah," John egged on, his smirk infuriating her.
She glared at him, "I won't be tired until I've made you beg for mercy, John."
Sarah lied, she felt like she could pass out at any moment, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She ground her hips against him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone, seeking friction. John's smirk faded, his eyes darkening with desire. "Big words from a woman who's already come twice," he taunted, but his voice was thick with lust. Sarah leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "I can come a hundred times and still want more of your cock, John. I'm addicted to it." She bit his earlobe, making him groan.
She resumed her relentless pace, bouncing on his cock like a fucking pogo stick. Her tits slapped against his chest, her hair flying wild.
Her pussy, which previously was tight like a vice, was now loose and sloppy around his cock from her multiple orgasms. Her juices coated his cock, dripping down his balls, making a mess of the once pristine sheets.
The sloppy sounds of their fucking filled the room, a symphony of their desire. Sarah's tits bounced, her nipples hard and aching, rubbing against John's chest. She could feel the rough hair there, the hard muscles beneath, and it drove her wild.
"You like that, don't you, Sarah?" John taunted, his hands gripping her hips, slamming her down onto him. "You like fucking me like this, taking my cock deep into your cunt?"
"Fuck yes, I do," she panted, her head thrown back, her hair a wild mess.
"I love it, John. I love your cock, I love fucking you, I love coming all over you."
Sarah felt like she was about to collapse like a house of cards, but she refused to let John see her weakness. She continued to ride him, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
John, sensing her struggle, smirked. "You're close again, aren't you, Sarah? You're going to come all over my cock like a good little slut."
John's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers. Sarah's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around him at his words. She was close, so fucking close, and she could tell he was too. "Fuck you, John," she panted, her hips moving faster, her tits bouncing. "I'm not your good little slut." John chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound. "No, you're not, are you? You're my wife, my equal, my partner in crime," John grunted, his hands sliding up to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.
Sarah's breath hitched at his words, her heart swelling with emotion. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the physical, on the raw, primal desire that consumed her. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat.
"And I fucking love your cock," she growled, her hips moving in slow, sensuous circles, grinding against him.
Sarah was ready to cum again, but John wasn't. Sarah was a fit woman, but three of the best orgasms of her life had taken their toll. She was panting, her heart racing, and her body was covered in a gleaming sheen of sweat. John, on the other hand, was a picture of controlled chaos. His muscles were taut, his jaw clenched, and his eyes were glazed over with lust, but he was holding back. Sarah could see it, could feel it, and it infuriated her. "Fucking come, John," she snarled, her nails digging into his chest.
"Admit defeat feat, Sarah," he taunted, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. "Admit that you can't outlast me."
"Not fucking happening," she panted, her pussy clenching around him. But her body was betraying her, her movements slowing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
John could see it, could feel it. He smirked, his hands sliding up to cup her tits, squeezing them roughly. "You're losing, Sarah. And it's fucking beautiful."
She glared at him, her hips moving in short, jerky thrusts.
"I'm not losing, John. I'm just... conserving my energy."
He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. "Sure, Sarah. That's what they all say."
She snarled, her body surging with renewed energy. She leaned down, her mouth hovering over his. "I'm not 'they', John. I'm me. And I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name."
He smirked, his hands sliding down to grip her ass.
"Big words from a woman who's about to pass out from exhaustion."
Sarah scoffed, trying to hide the fact that he was right. Her limbs felt like lead, her breath was ragged, and her pussy was throbbing from overuse. But she refused to admit defeat.
"I'm not exhausted, John. I'm just... warming up," she lied, grinding her hips against him, trying to spark some life back into her failing body.
That spark would come from John, "I knew I could give you a run for your money, Sarah," he chuckled, his hands squeezing her ass, pulling her harder against him. "But I never thought you'd be such a fucking fighter."
She glared at him, her breath ragged. "I'm not fighting, John. I'm fucking you." But her movements were slow, her body sluggish, and she knew she was losing.
John saw it too, his smirk growing wider. "You're slowing down, Sarah. Admit it, you're beat."
She bared her teeth at him, a snarl escaping her lips.
"Not fucking happening, John. I'll fuck you raw before I admit defeat."
Sarah decided: fuck her orgasms, fuck her exhaustion, fuck her pride, fuck everything.She would make John come, even if it killed her. She pushed herself up, her hands gripping his shoulders, and started to move again.
Slowly at first, then picking up speed, she bounced on his cock, her tits slapping against his chest. She could feel the sweat-slicked skin of his abs, the hardness of his muscles, and it spurred her on.
"Fuck, Sarah," John groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're a fucking machine."
She smirked, her eyes locked onto his. "I told you, John. I'm not 'they'. I'm Sarah, your wife, and I'm going to ride your cock until you're screaming my name, John," she panted, her hips moving faster, her tits bouncing in his face.
She could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy clenching around him, but she pushed it aside, focusing on John, on making him come.
"I'm Sarah, the woman who's going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own fucking name," she panted, her hips moving with renewed vigor.
John's smirk faded, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched her tits bounce and her hair fly wild. She could see the vein pulsing in his neck, could see the strain in his muscles as he held back his own release.
She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick the sweat from his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. "Come on, John," she whispered, her voice ragged. "Let go. Come for me."
He growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Not yet, Sarah. Not until you come again."
She snarled, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around him. "I'm not coming again," she lied as her body betrayed her, her orgasm building with a vengeance. "I'm fucking you until you come, John. That's it."
John chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Keep telling yourself that, Sarah. But I can feel your pussy, baby. It's hungry, greedy, and it wants to come again."
She glared at him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck you, John." The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy convulsing around his cock, her body shaking with the force of it. She threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Sarah chanted, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. He held her hips tightly, slamming her down onto him, fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a whimpering, trembling mess.
The minute that she regained control of her body, Sarah pushed herself back up, her eyes narrowing. "I will not be defeated, John," she growled, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "I will make you come, even if it means I have to fuck me senseless."
John was fighting his orgasm ; Sarah could see it in the strain of his muscles, hear it in the raggedness of his breath. She knew he was close, and she was determined to push him over the edge.
"I will make you cum, John. Even if it kills me me," Sarah snarled, her voice dripping with determination, "I own every drop of your cum, every groan, every fucking twitch of your dick. You're mine, John. All fucking mine."
John scrunched his face, trying to hold back, but Sarah knew he was losing his battle. She could see it in the way his eyes rolled back, in the way his breath hitched, in the way his fingers dug into her hips.
Sarah leapt off him and readied her mouth, positioning herself between his legs. She grabbed his cock, thick and heavy in her hand, and without warning, swallowed it whole. John's hips bucked off the bed, a roar tearing from his throat as she took him to the back of her throat, her gag reflex nonexistent.
"Cum for me, John," she growled, her lips brushing against his cock, her tongue swirling around the head. "Give me every fucking drop."
That was all it took. John let out a roar, his hips bucking off the bed as he came.
The first three shots missed her mouth, the sheer force of his orgasm sending them onto her forehead and cheeks. Sarah didn't care, she kept her mouth wide open, her tongue out, eager to catch every drop of his cum.
The next three landed on her tongue, salty and thick, filling her mouth. She swallowed them greedily, her eyes locked onto John's, watching as he rode out his orgasm.
The next eight painted most of her body, splattering her tits, her stomach, her thighs. She groaned, her hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. The sight of her husband coming undone, the taste of his cum, the feel of it on her skin - it was all too much. She came again, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around nothing, seeking friction.
Her orgasm caused John to cum a second time, his cock twitching, spilling more cum onto her body. It was a fucking sight to behold, Sarah coming undone, her body coated in his cum, her pussy dripping with her juices.
John had never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic, more fucking perfect. Sarah, his wife, his equal, his partner in crime, was a fucking sight to behold. Her body, slick with sweat and cum, was a masterpiece. Her tits, glistening with his release, heaved with her ragged breaths. Her stomach, taut and toned, was coated in a mixture of their juices. Her thighs, her fucking gorgeous thighs, were sticky with their combined arousal. And her pussy, her sweet, hungry pussy, was dripping with her juices, her clit swollen and red from their marathon fuck session.
He wanted more. He needed more. But every drop of cum he had was now on Sarah or spilt on the sheets. She was still panting, her body trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm.
Sarah licked every drop of cum off her body , savoring the salty taste of John, her husband, her lover, her partner in crime. She crawled up his body, her tits brushing against his chest, her hips grinding against his softening cock.
"does this mean I win, John?" she teased, her voice husky from their marathon fuck session.
He chuckled, "if you can stand, sure. But based off the fact that you are laying on me like a dead starfish, I'd say it's a draw."
Sarah stuck her tongue out at him, her head resting on his chest. "Fine, a draw. But only because you cheated."
John laughed, a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "How did I cheat?"
Sarah sighed dramatically, "You made me come so many times, I lost count. My body was a traitor, begging for more even when my mind was screaming 'uncle'."
He smirked, "I cheated by making you come too much? Is that your argument?"
Sarah huffed, "Well, yeah. It's not fair if one person keeps orgasming while the other is still trying to catch up."
John puffed up his chest making a joke, "you're saying I'm too good at sex?"
Sarah rolled her eyes, "if I could move a muscle in my arm , I'd smack you right now. Instead, I'll say you are too good at making me come, and as a result, I couldn't keep up. But if you want to call that 'too good at sex', then so be it."
John chuckled at her sass, but the chuckles faded quickly as he grew serious, "Sarah, I'll never be too good for you. I'll always try to make you happy, to make you feel good.
Both inside and outside of the bedroom," John said, his tone serious, sincere.
Sarah nodded, feeling her heart swell with emotion. But she didn't want to focus on that right now. She wanted to enjoy the moment, this feeling of contentment, of satisfaction.
"So," she murmured, her fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. "What now?"
John chuckled, "what do you want to do now? We can sleep, we can eat," he paused, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips, "Or you could give me another round."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, stroking the sides of his sculpted abdomen with her fingertips. "If you had a single drop of cum left, John, I'd take you up on that offer," she purred, tracing the deep 'V' of his pelvis. "But as it stands, my body is sore, and you're all out of ammunition."
John pouted, feigning sadness. "That's a shame, Sarah." He kissed her forehead.
"i guess that leaves sleep or food
then" he teased. Sarah grinned, propping herself up on her elbow. "There is a third option. A much better option than sleep or food." John raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is this mystery option ?" Sarah leaned forward, biting her lip. "We could wash off in the shower together," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
"ok, you stand up first so I can admire you," John replied, his gaze lingering on her bare breasts.
"you know damn well I couldn't stand up right now if my life depended on it," Sarah said, blushing at being caught staring.
"Fair enough," John chuckled, slowly pulling out from under her and rolling to the edge of the bed.
He stood up, his glorious cock bobbing lightly as he extended his hand to her. Sarah took it, allowing him to help her to her feet.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The sheets were tangled around their legs, sticky with their bodily fluids.
Sarah looked up at John, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire and exhaustion. John's hand was still in hers, his thumb brushing gently along her knuckles. She tugged him towards the bathroom, eager to feel the hot water cascading down their bodies, washing away the sweat and cum that coated their skin.
John had no ammunition left for his cock, so he simply washed her off, his fingers gentle as they explored every inch of her.
There was no nipple play or finger fucking in that moment, just the simple pleasure of hot water cascading down their bodies and John's hands caressing her. This act of intimacy was different - it was not driven by desire to conquer, to outdo the other, but simply the desire to please each other.
Sarah leaned back into John's arms, her head on his chest, her body relaxed and limp from their previous marathon sex session. She let him wash her hair, the suds cascading down her body like a waterfall.
He massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into a rich lather, his fingers gentle and firm. Sarah let out a few moans of pleasure, feeling the tension in her body start to ease.
John moved on to washing the rest of her body, his touch deft and confident. He slid his soapy hands down her curves, his fingers tracing the lines of her hips, the swells of her breasts. Sarah closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. The warm water and John's strong hands were soothing her - she felt relaxed, safe, and loved.
She tipped her head back, her dimpled chin against John's chest, and smiled up at him.
"You know, it's not every day I get to wash my wife," John said, his voice low and gruff.
Sarah opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. "Mmhm," she agreed, a sly smile playing on her lips, "well, you're pretty good at it." Sarah stretched like a cat, arching her back and wriggling her toes, leaning heavily on him, her generous breasts pressing against his chest.
John's body. "Can we do this in the shower again tomorrow?"
John laughed, "If that's what you want, Sarah, that's what I'll give you." He kissed the top of her head as they stood together in the shower, the water cascading down around them, washing away all evidence of their passionate session.
Sarah stretched up onto her tiptoes, her arms around his neck as she pressed her body closer to his, the water beating down on them like a warm embrace.
He leaned down, capturing her lips with his own and kissing her deeply. Sarah moaned into the kiss, her entire body igniting with want and need once again. But she pushed it aside, reminding herself that they both needed a break after their marathon session. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
"I love you, John," she murmured, her breath hot on his skin.
"I love you too, Sarah," John whispered back, tracing a lazy circle on her lower back.
They stood there for a moment, lost in their own little world, the warmth of the shower enveloping them. Sarah leaned back, her body pressing against John, her hands sliding down his chest to wrap around him. She ran her nails across his sculpted abs, making him shiver with pleasure.
"Can we do this again tomorrow?" she asked, turning to look up at him, her green eyes filled with desire and tenderness.
John's heart swelled with love, and he smiled down at her. "Absolutely, my love. We can do whatever you want tomorrow."
He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle against hers. Sarah moaned into the kiss, her body melting into him as they stood under the warm flowing water.
But eventually, they broke apart, and reluctantly stepped out of the shower. John wrapped a plush towel around Sarah's naked body, while he used another to dry himself off.
They padded back into the honeymoon suite, stopping in front of the bed.
Sarah leaned against John, her body still warm from the shower. She was in no rush to dry off completely, savoring the feel of his arms wrapped around her.
"Thank you," she murmured into his chest, her eyes gazing up at him, still a little dazed from their shower escapades.
John chuckled, "You're welcome, my dear. Remember, anytime you need a good scrub down, I'm here for you."
Sarah bit her lip, a shimmer of color spreading across her cheeks.
John's gaze trailed over Sarah's body, still wrapped in the towel, and he couldn't help the lust that flared in his eyes. She shifted slightly, giving him a saucy grin. "I don't think either of us are quite finished," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. John let out a low growl in response, his body responding immediately. "I don't know how you managed it, but you've worn me out," he said, his voice gravelly, "my cock is raw, and my body is spent."
Sarah chuckled and playfully slapped him on the chest. "Well, you may be out for now, but I can promise you won't be for long." She stretched lazily, her breasts swaying seductively, and he felt his body stir back to life at the sight of her nakedness.
His hands moved to her hips, dragging her closer, and their lips met in another passionate kiss. Sarah moaned, her body humming with desire, as their tongues danced together.
"let's take a nap before the encore," John muttered against her lips. Sarah reluctantly pulled back, biting her lip to keep from protesting. His logic made sense - they had both given their bodies a workout with their latest round, and a little rest before hitting it again wouldn't be a bad idea. She nodded, heavy-lidded with desire and exhaustion. John picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. He expertly removed the towel from her body, leaving her completely naked once again.
He perched her on his chest and began to run playful circles on her legs with his fingertips, causing her to squeal with surprise and giggle with delight. The banter between them continued on as they lay on the bed, the scent of sweat and sex still in the air.
"You know, you made me raise you up high on that pedestal and now you're dethroning me. I thought I was the king of pleasure in this relationship," John teased, raising an eyebrow.
"When did you become such a pussy?" She retorted, mock-offended.
"I never said you weren't a king of pleasure, John. I just was reminding you that your queen is a worthy opponent, and equally skilled in the art of lovemaking."
John chuckled, his fingers still tracing patterns on her legs. " Oh, I know that, Sarah. It's just that I like to remind myself of your skills every now and then. It keeps me in check."
Sarah rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the grin that spread across her lips. "You're always in check, John.
I make sure of it," Sarah said, winking at him.
John chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Yes, you do."
Both of them felt their eyelids growing heavy and heavy as they laid wrapped in each other's embrace, Sarah's head resting on John's chest. The gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulled them both into a relaxed state, their bodies still humming with pleasure and satisfaction.
"You know, when I saw you for the first time across the bar that night, I never imagined we'd end up like this. Married, on our honeymoon, and completely obsessed with each other."
John's voice was barely above a whisper, the words tinged with wonder and disbelief.
Sarah chuckled, her breath warm against his skin.
"Neither did I, John. But here we are, and I wouldn't change a thing."
She shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at him. "I'm so grateful for you, John. For the way you make me feel loved and protected, for the way you push me to be my best self, and for the way you fuck me like you can't get enough of me."
And their eyelids get heavier.
Sarah closes hers as she whispers her last words to John. John waits until he feels the rise and fall of her chest slow down, her breath deepening as she slips into sleep. He then looks away from his wife to the breathtaking view of the turquoise sea and the sun setting over the horizon. The setting golden light spills into the room, casting a romantic glow over their intertwined bodies. He brushes his fingers gently over Sarah's bare shoulder and down her arm, feeling her soft skin against his rough hands.
And his eyelids heavy with sleep as well, John leans down and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead.
And his eyelids get heavier.
As his eyelids slowly drooped shut for the final time that night, John couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. His wife, Sarah, was wrapped in his arms, her naked body pressed against his. Her soft skin was flushed with pleasure, her chest heaving slightly with sleep. She looked beautiful, peaceful, and the most beautiful thing to him was the trust he saw shining in her eyes.
He knew, as long as she was with him, and he with her, that they would never betray each other.
He would have peace, control, power, and most of all, love.
That's All he ever wanted, true love.
The End.