Black Angel

Chapter Twenty-Three

Derrick

    Seeing her with her brother the other day was an adorable sight. Although she hesitated in telling him about what happened in his absence, they still found topics to talk about. And seeing them together, I felt a pang in my chest. I missed Daisy so fucking much. But I was glad that I found a new brother with Keane. We left both our phone numbers if he wanted to call per those prison phones or if there was an emergency.
    Now, as we were in Croatia, spending the second day of our honeymoon exploring the Elaphiti Islands and having mind blowing sex in between, I couldn't be any happier.
    Despite her having no experience with blowjobs, or riding cocks or any other sexual activities, she did quite a well job. I guess I could thank her books for that.
    Once I've sneaked a peak into one of her books, her favorite one, it was called Distance by the author Luna Mason, and – wow. Some other of her books were quite interesting as well and I intended to recreate all of those spicy scenes as one surprise on our honeymoon and I started already. I guess I don't need to say that she loved every single moment of it. But hey, I couldn't complain. I loved them just as much.
    One other surprise would be... well, let's keep that one as a secret for now. She'll get it when we return.
    We were relaxing at the beach right now and I liked seeing her in her new black pair of bikinis, getting a tan. And I loved how comfortable she grew with her body and the fact that this was just when she was around me.
    "Derrick? You still in there?" My grinning wife poked me in the ribs, and I took the advantage of contact to pull her towards me, so she practically flew on my lap, eliciting a cute squeal out of her.
    "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Brandner?" She asked with a flirtatious voice while straddling my lap. The movement caused my cock to twitch, damn near standing to attention and pressing against her pussy. The dirty thing wiggled her hips to create more friction and tease me.
    She was wearing way too many clothes – despite her only wearing her bikini. I took her and lay her down beside me, caging her head between my hands and positioning myself between her legs. Since it was a private tour, it was just the two of us at the beach.
    That meant I could... play with her as I pleased.
    Her breathing picked up a notch and I could smell her arousal already. God, I was so turned on right now, my erection only grew with the thoughts of us being together and completely alone at this beach.
    Smirking, I reached down to undo the straps of her bikini bottom as she slapped my hand away, her cheeks flushing with crimson.
    "Derrick! Someone could see!" She whisper-yelled and I chuckled in response, saying "Baby, you think I'd do such a thing when anybody could see what's mine? This is a private tour, remember? Don't worry, I don't share. You're mine and only mine."
    I guess she forgot how possessive I was when it came to her.
    Reaching my hand down again, I undid the straps and pulled off her bikini bottom, leaving her bare to my eyes. Her pussy was glistening already, begging to be claimed.
    Begging to be fucked. But I liked the foreplay.
    Cupping her pussy in my palm, the other resting on her throat, I massaged it a bit before I pinched her clit, eliciting needy moans out of her.
    My greedy wife. My dirty little slut. And all of this was only for me. She was mine. Just mine. My good little girl. My whole world.
    "So responsive, baby." I said, my voice deep, as I pushed my middle and ring finger inside her. Her moans grew louder the faster I pumped my fingers in and out of her slick folds.
    "More." She begged with a breathy moan, and I added my index finger, making it three fingers being buried knuckle-deep inside her tightness.
    What my girl wants, she gets.
    I increased the pace, her juices dripping down my hand, pooling in my palm, and her moans growing even louder.
    "You don't come until I tell you to, understand?"
    A breathy "Uh-huh." was the only answer I got out of her.
    I felt her walls clenching around my fingers, a clear sign she was close, so I pulled my fingers out, getting a frustrated sigh in return as she looked into my eyes.
    "Patience, baby, I'm starving." Was her only warning before I got off her and positioned my head between her legs, now lying flat on my stomach.
    The moment my mouth connected with her clit, she let out a breathy moan which was edged with the relief of being pleasured again.
    I loved eating her out, devouring her like I was a man starved, and for her, I was. I was starving for her every touch, her voice, her moans, her taste, the feeling of her when she came around my cock, milking me completely.
    Tasting her in combination with those thoughts and memories only caused my dick to throb achingly in my swim shorts. He definitely wanted to take part in our fun right here. Patience, my boy. First her pleasure, then ours.
    I thrust my tongue inside her wetness and her legs wrapped around my head tightly, her fingers entangled in my hair and pulling the strands. Her moans grew louder again, causing me to groan and that was the point where I couldn't hold myself anymore.
    I detached myself from her pussy, her juices dripping down my chin, which I wiped away with the back of my hand, as I ripped off the fabric on her breasts and began sucking on her nipple instead.
    While lapping up one nipple in my mouth, I rolled the other between my thumb and index finger and I felt her heart beating rapidly under my mouth. Then, I switched the nipples to show them equal attention.
    Growling, I pushed down my shorts and thrust into her with one hard, long thrust, catching her cries and moans in my mouth as I kissed her, giving her a taste of her sweetness. She smiled against my lips and opened her legs wider for me.
    My responsive little slut.
    She literally strangled my cock with her pussy and if I'd die right this moment, I'd die a happy man.
    I slid out of her and right back in.
    Out, in. Out, in.
    "Harder! Deeper! Faster!" She cried out in between moans and my thrusts and dug her nails in my back, wrapping her legs around my waist tightly, pulling me into herself, to take me all the way to the hilt, but her next wish was the one letting me increase the pace with several needy moans and groans.
    "Fuck me like you hate me, Derrick! Fuck me like the whore I am! Aaaaahhhh!"
    I did. I was fucking us both into oblivion on the sand – well, she was lying on her towel, actually.
    "God, please. I'm so close!" She cried out and I said, breathy and teasing "Please what? Please stop? Please keep going? You're fucking right! I am your sex God, giving you your pleasure and the permission to come when I'm pleased with your flushed and freshly fucked state. I'm your only salvation, just as you're mine!"
    "Please, let me come. Sir, please, let me come." Her calling me sir was something we agreed on as we both were into this kinky stuff.
    And it was also the one thing sending me over the edge.
    Every. Fucking. Time.
    Some might see it as manipulation. I saw it as love.
    "Come for me, baby." I said through clenched teeth as I still thrusted inside her, letting her ride out her waves.
    I heard her crying out my name only muffled because of the rush of blood in my ears which was because I held back my own orgasm.
    When she came down from her high, I thrusted one last time, hard, inside her and came with such a force, I saw stars while groaning out her name like it was a chant and she was my muse.
    After I came down from my high, I pulled out and gathered my shorts again. She dressed in her bikini again, we both were breathing heavy for at least five more minutes.
    She looked at me, grinning and giggling and threw herself in my arms which caused me to fall on my back again.
    I tucked her close to my side and we just lay there, watching the most beautiful sunset through our post-orgasmic haze.

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    Back in our hotel room, we went straight to the shower. Zola insisted we went one by one since there would be more sex if we'd go together.
    I loved fucking her face while in the shower and I knew she liked it too, but since she even couldn't walk on her own after our beach session, I wanted to give her some time to tend to her soreness.
    You're her husband! Go in there and treat her soreness yourself, dickhead!
    My inner voice could be sassy, but it was right.
    So, I walked into the bathroom, took off my clothes and entered the shower.
    "I thought we agreed on single showers?" She asked me smilingly, looking at me through her lashes as I took the spray off the wall and knelt down in front of her trembling legs, a scrub with some body wash in my other hand.
    "I know. I'm here to take care of my wife. Nothing more, nothing less." I answered as I put some body wash on the scrub and started scrubbing her skin with light movements.
    Her legs still trembling, I told her "Hold on to the pole." She obeyed and I placed her one leg on my shoulder, lightly moving the scrub over her pussy which caused her to hiss.
    "Okay, no scrubbing down there." What I did next, let her gasp and blush again. She looked so adorable when she blushed.
    I put some body wash on my palm and maneuvered my hand over her pussy, being careful not to put too much pressure in the process.
    I held the spray over her abdomen and glided the water with my palm over her pussy so the warm water didn't hit her sore flesh directly and she placed one hand on my cheek, causing me to look up and see her smiling down at me, her eyes shining bright with the love I could always see in them.
    Placing her leg down again, I got to my feet and kissed her fiercely. "I love you, Mrs. Brandner."
    Instead answering me, she lowered herself to her knees and it didn't take a genius to differ what she was up to.
    "No, baby. This is just about you. You need aftercare and I only came her to give you proper aftercare."
    "D, you claimed me as yours – made me yours – on several occasions already. I guess it's my turn now." Was her only reply before her hand grabbed my cock and her mouth closed around the tip, flicking her tongue and licking the pre-cum off it, sucking me off thoroughly, making me moan and shiver.
    I wanted to fist her hair, to fuck her face. But this was about her.
    So, I resisted the urge, growling. Instead, I stroked her hair and caressed her cheek.
    "I was yours the moment I laid eyes on you, princess. But do as you please. Just as you're mine, I am also yours. Always will be. Claim me as you please. I'll give in to your wishes until I take my last breath on this planet."
    My speech only spurred her on more because her head was bobbing up and down my whole length, her hands cupping and massaging my balls. I could feel my balls tighten and soon I shot my cum in her mouth, groaning while doing so.
    When she pulled back, she resembled a hamster. Always so submissive and asking for permission to swallow.
    I chuckled and nodded, caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers as she swallowed in one gulp, letting out a light moan right after as she got up.
    "I love you too, Mr. Brandner."
    God, I love this woman.
    I kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue.
    "Let's get your shower finished then, Mrs. Brandner." I said, putting emphasis on the last two words, and continued washing her body and hair and finally, myself.