Page 65 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Good,” I sighed.

“You sure? Because you slicing the fuck out of me right now.”

“Ohhh, I-I’m sorry.” I said, releasing the death grip I had on him.

“It’s cool,” he assured me, picking up the pace a bit at the same time he leaned down and sunk his teeth into my bottom lip. “I like a little bit of pain.”

“Oh, shit! Mmm.” I couldn't hold back the cuss word that escaped. “Brick” I gasped, barely able to catch my breath.

“What is it?”

“I think something is wrong! I can't- I-I don't-” Another moan interrupted my thought process.

“It's okay, Beautiful. Just breathe for me,” he said in a tone more gentle than he had ever used with me.

“In and out, deep breaths. This is exactly what you're supposed to be feeling right now. You're fine, baby—just relax for me. Let that shit go.”

“I-oh-OH-Oh my God!”

I had given myself orgasms before. He had given me orgasms before. This was… different. Heat flooded my whole body as the pressure erupted from the inside out like a water balloon. My breath completely ceased, my body seized up, and my mouth hung open in shock. I couldn’t stop shaking for a full minute.

“What just happened? Wha-what was that, Brick?” He laughed, pressing his lips to my jaw before kissing my lips.

“It was just a g-spot orgasm, Peep. You never had one before?”

“No,” I exhaled as he paused, letting my breath catch up to me.

“You okay? You want me to stop?”

“Keep going,” I begged, holding his face close to mine. Now that I knew how it felt to have him inside of me, I never wanted him to leave.

I gasped when he pushed all the way in, letting me feel his full length. No words came as I looked at him with wide eyes. He didn’t speak either as he fucked me slowly, letting the sounds of our bodies do all the talking. I couldn’t believe I had denied myself this pleasure for all these years. It didn’t feel wrong like I was told it was. I didn’t feel dirty or used.

I felt free.

I felt empowered.

I felt… so fucking good.

“Gotdamn, baby. This shit is almost too much,” he hissed as he concentrated on his breathing.

“I-Is that bad? I’m sorry,” I asked, making him laugh.

“Nah, it’s good. This pussy perfect, baby. Just like I knew it would be. Just like you.”

“Baby, wait. Ooh, right there. Brick, please don’t stop,” I cried.

“I got you. Cum for me with your pretty ass. Lemme feel this muhfucka’ squeezing me while you give it up.”

“Ooh, Brick. I love you!” I screamed as I fell apart. I didn’t know what came over me to make me say that, but I think it broke my husband. I wasn’t sure if it was the way I squeezed him tighter, or the words, but he cracked like an egg, looking at me like he couldn’t believe what was happening as his movements became erratic and he immediately started sweating.

“Destiny! Baby! Peep! Fuck! Aa-Aaah!” he groaned as his body crumbled right on top of me.

I didn’t need an explanation to understand what was happening as he flooded me with his warmth. I had never experienced it before, but after one time, I knew I needed more. I wanted him decorating my walls every day, and I had absolutely no shame about it. The two of us stayed there, eyes not moving from each other like we were afraid to look away.

“I-I’m sorry. I meant to stop. I didn’t mean to cum—Did I hurt you?”

“Baby.” I pulled him closer and silenced him into a kiss. “I didn’t say stop. I’m fine… A little sore, but I’ll be okay.”