Page 55 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

Istartled myself awake the next morning—body still pressed into Destiny's with my dick hard as fuck.

Was this shit real?

Did I really get married yesterday?

Did I like the woman I married and spend our whole wedding night eating her pussy?

My dick twitched with a not-so-gentle reminder that I did… and didn't get any release. Just the thought of her gasping and moaning while I ate that pretty pussy off the bone had me bricked up even more. I tried my best to stay still out of fear that my shit would snap off from being so hard. Naturally, my wife decided that was the moment she wanted to start moving, wiggling herself awake as I laid there suffering.

“Good morning,” I mumbled, grabbing her by her waist to pull her in. Erection be damned, nothing was gonna stop me from holding her. She froze for a second, taking a moment to process her surroundings before relaxing into my arms.

“Good morning, husband.” Her giggling made a nigga feel warm inside as she snuggled even closer to me. “Oh my God, Brick… We’re married.”

“We are. How does it feel to be Mrs. West?” I asked, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing each finger. If my brothers could see me, I would never live this sweet shit down, but she brought it out of me.

“I don’t know yet. Ask me in a month… What are we supposed to do now?” We spent so much of our time focusing on the wedding, so I was glad that we were able to breathe. I wanted to enjoy my wife as much as I could.

“I can think of a few things,” I said, making sure she felt exactly what I meant. I was gonna give her time to get adjusted, but my dick was so eager to be inside of her that he responded every time she spoke. I had never had a woman have a hold on me like that, but I didn’t mind being her prisoner one bit.

I rolled her over to her back and had my face between her legs before she could protest. I wasn’t gonna fuck her yet, but if she thought I wasn’t making her a meal every chance I got, she was wrong.

“Brick… O-Oh God!” she screamed out as I immediately went in for the kill, taking her swollen clit into my mouth and sucking it gently. Her pussy was already wet and warm for me, and I did my best to break her, loving when I was able to push her to the edge enough to talk dirty to me.

“Ooh, shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Oh God!” I smiled to myself as I dove back into the prettiest breakfast I ever had. She talked so much shit about my mouth—who knew that same mouth was all it took to have her cussin’ damn near as bad as me.

I immediately slid two fingers into her, working them in and out of her as I eased up the pressure on her clit. I knew she wouldn’t make it too much longer, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible before she tried to kick me off her. I looked up at her and felt like the luckiest nigga in Sleighton as she reached down and held the back of my head, pushing my face in deeper with her greedy ass. Des was quickly making a nigga remember why he loved eating pussy. Though I would never admit it, I was glad I found someone who made me want to get lost between her legs every morning, noon, and night.

“Tell me what you want?” I asked as I paused, lips still rubbing over her clit as I spoke. Before she could answer, I went in with the suction, knowing exactly how to get what I wanted out of her.

“I want you to make me—oh shit, Brick! I’m about to cum!” My dick jumped and I almost came my damn self when she clamped her thighs around my head, back arched as her pussy trembled and creamed all over my face and fingers. She was such a good fucking girl and had no idea what kind of power she had between her soft ass thighs.

“Whew,” she huffed, eyes low. “That’s one way to say good morning.”

“I’m apologizing,” I placed a kiss to her bellybutton before laying my head there and letting the rise and fall of her breathing calm me. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to whisk you away to an island or some shit, but I promise to make up for it as soon as I can.”

Since I had no idea about a wedding six weeks ago, and three weeks ago, I had no idea that I’d even want to be laid up on vacation with this woman, we didn’t have a honeymoon planned. There were a few things on the business side that had to be handled before I could even consider leaving town.

“It’s okay,” she said, raising her head to face me as she continued rubbing the back of my head absentmindedly. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

“Nah, it ain’t. You deserve the full experience, and I’m gonna make it right. For now though, what are some things you wanna do that I can make happen for you in town? I’m free today and tomorrow, so we can do whatever you want.”

“Anything? she asked bashfully.

“Aye,” I fussed, scooting up enough to grab her chin and pulling her face to mine. “I’m your fuckin’ husband, right?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Don’t be afraid to ask me for shit. If it comes across your mind, I wanna hear it.” I had never considered myself the type of nigga to trick off on women, but from the moment Destiny accepted my ring, she became a part of my family. My people would never have to want for shit.

“Okay.” She gave me a sweet smile “Can we go to The Butterfly Garden downtown? I see people taking the cutest pictures down there. Then, maybe lunch?”

“That’s it?” I frowned at her being all scared to ask me to go see some cheap ass bugs. “I thought you were about to have me blowing a bag. Whatever you want, Peep.”

That was a fucking mistake.

Butterflies must eat niggas or something because the way they ran us down was something straight out of a horror movie. The outing lasted exactly six minutes, and we couldn’t even get any good pictures together because of all the screaming and running.

“Brick, I can’t believe you showed out like that!” Destiny laughed so damn hard that she was barely on her feet. I mugged her and looked off because my terror should not have been such a source of entertainment. That shit wasn’t Christ-like at all.