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I'd been bobbing my head diligently on this fleshy rod of pleasure, wondering when he would be satisfied. Suddenly i felt his hand grip my hair and then with some force, he began making me nod faster on his dick.

While that was a sign of him liking what my oral pussy was doing to his manhood, I couldn't help but tear up as the foreign object threatened to go down my throat.

The moment he stopped making me nod so fast, I didn't even have time to internally sigh as he'd started thrusting like mad, constantly punishing my throat with his naughty cap.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he released his load thickly in my mouth before pulling out.

"Swallow it," he commanded, and I obeyed, ingesting his salty fluids. Some had trickled down my mouth, but I didn't bother to wipe it off.

"Clean it," he ordered.

I knew what he meant. So I licked off all the fluids decorating his cock and then licked off the ones that escaped my mouth.

"Good girl," he patted my head.

I thought I was finally free. So what if he's gifted down there? I wanted to officially do it with my husband, not him.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," he notified me.

My eyes dilated as I stared at him, shock boldly written all over my face. "But..."

"I never agreed to only throat-fuck you, Carleigha. And when I say I'm fucking your ass, I mean your arse. I'm not fucking that cunt, you will have to beg for it,"

"I don't agree," I rose to my feet, wearing an angry look.

"You don't agree? How is that my business?" he coldly asked me.

"Please, I didn't like you fucking my throat and certainly not..."

"I'll give you another option then,"

"I'm not letting you fuck me. Go away," I ran to the bathroom and locked it from inside. Feeling dirty, I decided to bathe again.

"You will beg for it," was the last thing I heard before the slamming of the door.

I wanted to believe he'd already left, but I stayed in the bathroom, with boredom as my only company, for two hours. Afterwards, I left the bathroom cautiously, my eyes darting to and fro.

Finally, I saw he wasn't truly in the room and I quickly rushed to lock the door.

Then I headed back to the bed and lay down. 'Harold, please come to me quickly.' I thought before closing my eyes to sleep. However, only a few minutes later, I was up.

Damn it. How could I be wet down there?

I actually dreamt of being breast fucked and throat fucked by that libertine?

What nonsense!

***

The next day.

Harold arrived in the afternoon and apologised for everything. After what happened last night, I had the right to be mad at him. But he successfully made me giggle. I was back to the cheerful Carleigha he knew. We headed to the garden in his residence and took a fine tour of it. Em... One thing led to another, and the moment we kissed in the pavilion, smooching began.

I didn't care about the time or place; this was our residence. Whoever among the workers heard anything suggested had to make a pivot and flee.

Harold kissed me good and he proceeded down my neck, soon taking out a boob and making me moan with his tongue dancing around my right nipple.

I was wearing a peach off-shoulder gown that didn't require a bra, and for underwear, I sported my favourite black lace panties. I wasn't a virgin, and for that, I was a little thankful.

And yes, did I forget to mention that by the time he got to my panties, I was already wet?

"Good Heavens, you're coochie's more eager than I thought," he said with a chuckle as he slid the underwear off my legs.

"Says the one with a tent in his pants. Kettle calling pot black," I rolled my eyes, but still sat on the table with my legs spread.

Harold took out his dick and I saw it. Well, he was big, bigger than my stupid ex.

Harold had told me there was no need to suck on his dick. He wasn't sure he would survive the adventure of being nodded on by a beautiful woman.

"But you can survive in my pussy where there's sweetness overload?" I had asked him.

"Well, let's say, your husband has been dreaming of fucking you silly since I kissed you yesterday after you officially became my wife," he had smilingly said to me.

Now, it was time. The time to receive a cock into my long starved pussy.

I could feel Harold's hardness as he placed his dick on my vulva.

"Aren't you gonna put it in?" I asked.

"Patience," he said, lowering his head to engage me in a passionate kiss. While doing that, I felt his cock enter me and he began thrusting slowly.

I wound my arms around his neck, caressing his hair as he thrust. When we broke the kiss, he added some more speed to it. But... it was still not enough.

I forced myself to moan, thinking it would encourage him, but this bastard, I mean this husband of mine, didn't go faster. I almost wanted to ask him, 'Are you a virgin, Harold?'

But I knew he was not. So why was he doing this to me?

"Mmn! Ah~! Arhh~! Fuck, go faster, Harold," I requested but this guy, I mean my husband didn't do that. Wait, was this fishhead deaf? I felt the lust in me dwindle to zero. It was only then that he added some pace, smilingly. Finally, he cummed inside me first. Then he pulled out.

His phone suddenly rang and he fished it out of his pants pocket. A few minutes after answering, he put it back in his pocket and then turned to me.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?"

This son of a gun!

"Yes, it was amazing!" I said.

So amazing I forgot I was supposed to cum! I didn't voice that to him, though. I maintained a smile at him, but deep inside, I was highly disappointed.

My ex, Calder Houston, cheated on me, yes. But even though his dick lost in terms of size to Harold, he knew how to use his dick.

What was wrong with this Harold?

"Sorry, dear. I would have gone for round two or even five, but there's something important I have to attend to at the office. I swear, I'll make it up to you when I'm back," he hastily made himself look presentable, not even bothering to help me.

"What do you want me to buy for you as an apology gift?" he asked me, looking at his wristwatch.

"Just come back home safely, dear," I said with that same fake smile still glued to my face.

"Okay. See you later," he planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving in a rush.

Looking at his disappearing view, I clenched my teeth in fury. "This bastard!"

Not only is he a bad fucker, he's also bad at treating me like a proper wife. What happened to our plans for a honeymoon?

Actually, at this point, I wasn't even looking forward to it.

"Well, look who's here,"

I quickly got off the table, my gown covering what was meant only for my husband to see. Erm, I meant my cucci was covered but my boobs needed help, so i covered them, making myself somewhat presentable.

I don't think it's that much of a success with my panties on the floor and the smell of bad sex lingering about.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my brother-in-law. But I didn't want to listen to whatever his reply would be. I was already leaving after picking up my underwear and wearing it in front of him.

"How pitiful," I could hear his mocking voice behind me, but I didn't care.

"I watched the play you two performed, and I must say it only deserves half a star. So lacklustre, I was about to fall asleep. I bet even you felt drowsy as he did what he thought he was doing wildly. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk!"

I didn't respond to him, still, but quickened my pace, wanting to get out of this garden. Away from this libertine!