Fated Or Doomed

Spice

                                       Travis

   What swell beginning to a married  life than a wet cock soak in your own wife's pussy that craves for your feast only. I would have to say it was a restless night we had. She never had so much need unless it was her heat. And our own driven to her aroma.

      It was heaven.

      I take a leap to enjoy our stay. My wife.

      "Our wife!" Malcolm roars in a soft chuckle. "She's our wife. We actually have a fucking wife. Not some whore we knocked up. Not another sex slave like us that wants power. Or even some arrange bullshit. We found our fucking mate who agreed to marry us with all the fucking love she showers out tainted heart. Elizabeth fucking Armani." Malcolm howls her name in the air. A common love sick boy he is.

      Only makes me think that this was what Father talked about. The rare love you find. Something you can't hide, run from, fake, or even force. This was real. He said it before. That a love sick attraction you get meant they are the one. You couldn't live without that person. That no matter what kind of person you are or whom you got to be. That person can pull that one tragical school boy in you. The one were all you want is to basket in their love.

      "It was also dangerous."

      Hell, he was right. And our love for Elizabeth is far worse. But it is nothing we couldn't handle. I knew this. I know it!

      We will give anything for her. And when Father said our love goes as deep as possessive and even aggressive at times. I now know what he meant. I thought it was some masculine shit but it wasn't. It was just LOVE.

      I take my time and watch our view we'd yet to capture. We've been stuck indoors for good reasons. Yet I planned for a some moments outdoors.

      All I see is the splendid forest ahead. Trees alone cross and twisted together. You couldn't see it but our spot where we had our first date was just beyond those twisted trees. And the sun will actually peak through their thick leaves. We just needed to gain the energy then we shall head.

      Probably need a shower too.

      As I enjoy the sight I hear the glass door push open behind me. "What are you doing out here?"

      I don't turn but keep my focus. "Needed fresh air. The room is musky."

      She giggle as her footsteps head over to us. Her hand takes my arms, reaching my elbows. Further more her body leans in and I feel her bare skin on my back.

      "Please tell me you at least have shorts on?" She giggles and Malcolm howl in a beastly image of her right now. "Elizabeth?"

      She trail over us. "It's my honeymoon. If I choose to not wear clothes before my husband then that's what I'm about to do." Her eyes seeks a lust.

      She looks around and her hands reaches down to my thighs. I watch and when she kneels to the ground I grab her hand.

      "What are you doing? There's other guest." I stated.

      She moves her body a little to aspect the surroundings. Meeting back she curls her lips. "They're far."

      She continues her act and when I try to pull her back she was already under the table. A deep intriguing light hits me when I feel her rubbing my cock over my shorts.

      "Baby, someon.."

      She pulls my shorts down and my cock bounces up. She moans to the sight and I smell her wetness. "Just go with it. Be a good boy and let me suck your cock."