Scout: Devil's Rose #11

Chapter 32: Major Owens

After about three hours of partying, which was great, Violet and I decide that it's time to head back to my place.

Clara, without my knowledge, had Spencer give a bag of Violet's stuff to my next door neighbor, so we didn't have to stop by her apartment after getting married. They really planned this out very nicely.

There are so many small details that go into a wedding that I just wouldn't have thought of if I were the one planning it on such short notice.

I can't point out a specific one because I was too focused on Violet to really have them fully registered but all I know is that I'm glad that women planned that shit.

I help Violet off the back of my motorcycle, watching her untuck the dress from underneath her thighs. I unbuckle the helmet from her head before I do my own to make sure that she's comfortable and ready to head inside.

I pick up the bag from my neighbor who greets me with a huge congratulations and cupcakes. Violet holds a bottle of white wine as she hands me an already half-filled glass.

I collapse on the couch, taking off my shoes and getting comfortable. The blinds are shut since we were walking around naked this morning, and I do not want anyone besides myself to see her gorgeous fucking self.

Violet strips off her dress and stands there in combat boots, a matching red lingerie set, and a glass of wine in her hands.

And just when I think I could love her more, and think she could look any more gorgeous, she takes her hair out of the slicked back low bun, shaking it out with one hand so it falls all poofy over her shoulders, completely unruly.

I set my glass on the coffee table, a coaster underneath it, take off my shirt and pants to leave me in boxers sitting on the couch.

She sets her glass next to mine and takes off her bra but leaves on her underwear, teasing me with just a taste of what I'm drooling at the mouth for.

She plays with her nipples on her knees in front of me, squeezing her thighs tightly together. I spit on my hand before I reach into my boxers. My cock is already hard as I watch her play with herself, her hand now in her own underwear.

I groan as my tip throbs, my body begging to be inside of her, touching her, anything. She slips off her underwear, kneeling back down on the floor and crawling toward me. I can't even think about what I want to do with her.

I want to do everything. I want to fucking ruin her. I want to fuck her so hard that she can't even think. I want her to forget who she is, that's how hard I want to fuck her. She won't even remember her own fucking name.

I take off my boxers, throwing them in the same pile as her underwear. I stroke my cock, letting her see the precum gathering at the tip for her to enjoy.

"I'm gonna fuck your pretty little mouth with my cock. Put it in your mouth, now."

Violet does what I ask without question, sucking me down.

My soul practically leaves my body.

Her mouth is so warm and wet, just like her tight fucking pussy.

I groan, leaning my head back against the couch, tangling one hand in her hair and the other playing with one of her tits. She moans around my cock, sending shivers down my spine.

She takes my cock so fucking well, letting herself choke on it for a second before pulling it out to where it feels comfortable. Again and again she uses her mouth to stroke my cock. Her wet mouth doing exactly what it's supposed to.

"You're such a good girl. Show how fucking wet you are, sucking my cock like the good girl you are."

Violet drags her fingers over her pussy and puts them out to me, so I can see the arousal that's been dripping from her tight hole. I take her fingers and put them in my mouth.

My tongue swirls around them, gathering all her sweet juices. I lift her by the armpits, and instantly settle her on my cock, not giving her too much warning as I sink her on top of me, just like she likes it. I did tell her that I was going to fuck her now, but I've learned that she likes it to be slightly intrusive.

I take her hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it, as she grinds on me, moaning about how deep I am, how good it feels. She takes every inch of me that she can, using her hands for whatever she hurts to have inside of her.

I place a hand on her ass, slapping it a few times before using that hand to guide her into the perfect rhythm for us both, allowing her to hand me some control.

With one hand on her ass, the other on her clit, she cums three times over my cock, moaning because she can't speak. She's so fucking sensitive.

Once she's turned on, it takes like two minutes for her to cum with the right movements, I swear. Which works for me. She places her head on my shoulder and sucks on my neck, still grinding but with a different angle, a deeper angle.

Now it's my time to cum, she's making that clear. I thrust up inside of her hard, making sure it's still comfortable for her, but taking what I want, the way we both want me to.

She grips onto the back of my head, breathing and moaning into my ear, unable to hold back.

That's what sets me over the edge, her little fucking whimpers, begging me to cum.

I want to fill her pussy with my hot cum. Not tonight but one day.

She'll probably beg for more, feeling the warmth inside her as I fill her up.

"I cannot believe that we're married, that I'm your Old Lady" Violet announces, her voice hoarse, my cock still buried inside of her.

"It feels right though. It feels like I've known you forever, been with you forever, so I don't think anything of it," I reply softly, brushing my thumb over the side of her face.

"It absolutely feels right. I just can't help but acknowledge that it happened."

I nod my head, understanding where she's coming from. She picks her head up from my shoulder and leans her forehead on mine.

"I love you so much, Major."

"I love you more, Violet."

We kiss softly, and my world is the brightest it's ever been.

She slowly lifts herself off of me, her legs shaky as she makes her way into the bathroom.

We take a shower, an intimate one, washing each other, letting the hot water run over our bodies as we embrace, slow dancing to the music playing in the background.

After drying her body, I dress her in my clothes as we get ready for bed or at least getting into bed. Violet can't help but put on another episode of The Good Place because she wouldn't be Violet if she didn't.

She intently watches, one of her legs thrown over my lower stomach, one of her arms thrown over my chest, and then tucked into her body. I run my fingers through her hair, staring at her intently, trying to register the fact that she's now my wife.

Sure, we haven't figured everything out. And the life we are going to have together will be discovering something new about each other every day. I think that's the fun of it all.

Learning more about the person that I love most in the world sounds like the most exciting adventure I could ever partake in. She's the only person I would do it with, would want to do it with. I say let the adventure begin.