Page 39 of Wake Me Up (New England Bay Sharks #5)

I walk through my house one last time, making sure it’s clean and that everything is perfect. I don’t want to get ahead of myself here, but today might be the day …

I might get to fuck my wife for the first time.

I’ve thought about it so many times. I’ve covered my hand in cum, and I’ve dreamed about it too. And if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be okay with it because she’ll be worth the wait. But at the risk of sounding like a pig, I really, really hope it happens.

The camera alerts me that a vehicle is in the driveway, and I know it’s her.

I don’t want to come off like a pathetic loser, but I also don’t want to be the kind of husband who doesn’t greet his wife at the door, so I walk to the door and pull it open just as she’s getting out of her car.

Her face lights up when she sees me, but there’s also a certain look of bashfulness she wears, and I’m guessing that’s because when we left things last night, it seemed like we might be getting naked and rolling around today.

Fuck, I hope so.

“Hey, beautiful,” I drawl as she heads toward me. “You look pretty today.”

She doesn’t say anything back, but just moves closer to me.

I hold my hand out, but she doesn’t take it; instead, she steps right up to me and angles her chin up.

Her palms cup my face, and she drags it downward until we’re kissing.

Her kiss tastes sweet, just like everything about her, and my dick jolts.

Pulling back, she smiles up at me. “Hi there,” she coos. “Nice to see you.”

I don’t know what’s gotten into her today, but I like it, and when she drops her hand down, I grab it and lead us into the house, hoping she’ll be completely naked and underneath me soon.

Tripp playfully lifts me up and sets my ass on the granite countertop before nudging my legs apart until they are spread enough for him to step between them. He looks good enough to eat today in his gray sweatpants and navy-blue T-shirt that hugs his muscles in all the right ways.

Today is the day I’m going to have sex with my new husband, and I’m a little self-conscious.

I’ve had three kids, and I certainly don’t work out every day or watch what I eat the way he does.

My skin is soft, not hard. Then again, the way he’s always digging his fingertips into it, maybe he likes soft and squishy.

He drives his head into my neck friskily, running his nose along my flesh. “Fuck, you always smell so good, darlin’,” His lips suck on my skin, making me practically pant. “And I already know you taste good.”

His cock swells in his pants, poking against my heat through my leggings, and I fasten my legs around him tighter.

“I want you inside of me,” I breathe out. “Please …”

He pulls back, smirking down at me. “You don’t need to beg me to put my dick inside of you, baby. I’d do it anyway.”

He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me down the hallway and into his room. It’s tidier than any room in my house—but what should I have expected? He lives alone.

Gently, he tosses me onto his bed and stares down. Reaching for my leggings, he slowly peels them down, along with my thong, and tosses them on the floor. My eyes fixate on the huge bulge in his sweatpants, making me squirm beneath him.

“Like what you see, darlin’?” his thick, Southern accent drawls deeply. “You want to watch it get hard in my hand?”

Nodding quickly, I chew on my lip so much that I’m surprised it’s not bleeding.

When he peels his sweatpants down, his cock springs free, and I don’t know how it could possibly get any harder or bigger. If it does, I panic it won’t fit inside of me .

Tripp must read the fear in my eyes because he smirks. “You’ll take it just fine, baby. Don’t be scared. I’ll go easy.”

His hand wraps around the base of his cock, and his chin lifts slightly as he starts to work his hand up and down over his length.

“Spread those thighs out, Freya,” he commands gruffly. “Let me see how you fucked that pussy the night you were sending me those dirty messages.”

At first, I’m shy, and my hand slowly runs down my body and stops between my legs. But then he lets out a low, husky grunt from his lips and begins to stroke himself faster, and I’m too turned on to be bashful anymore.

As I sink a finger inside of myself, my eyes stay locked on his hand as he caresses his dick.

“Did you play with those big, beautiful tits of yours too?” he chokes out, and I nod. “Show me,” he practically growls.

I lift my shirt just enough to slide my hand between the fabric and my breasts and pinch my own nipple before working it between two fingers.

“Look at that fucking pussy glistening for me,” he mumbles, his eyes looking tranced. “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside of you.” He pauses, swallowing gruffly. “Add another finger for me, darlin’. Get yourself nice and ready.”

I do what he said, but when a bit of pre-cum drips from the tip of his dick, I whimper, “Tripp … I’m going to come if we go much longer.”

“Then you’ll be ready for my fat cock,” he grunts. “So, go ahead. Fall apart for me. I’ll make you come again. I plan to make you come a lot today.”

I’m so close, but when he swipes his finger over the bit of cum at the tip of his cock and brings his fingers to my lips, brushing the wetness across them, my pussy pulsates, and my back comes off the bed as I cry out loudly.

“Fuck … baby, that’s hot,” he whispers, dipping his head closer to my heat. “That’s it, Freya. Such a good girl, clenching around your fucking fingers. Let that greedy, tight pussy drag them deeper.”

My entire body falls apart, and my pussy does exactly what he said—clenching my fingers harder than ever before. And when I finally settle down, I take one look at Tripp before getting onto my knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.

“Be a good boy and put your cock in my mouth.” This time, it’s me demanding he give me what I need. “Let me suck your dick.”

Veins bulge from his dick, and he hisses before he takes one step toward the bed and brushes the tip of his dick against my lips, giving me exactly what I want.

Freya takes my cock inch by inch, sliding it deeper into the back of her throat, and I swear to fuck I could come right now, just at the sight of my wife sucking my dick. Especially since she got me so worked up, making herself come right before this.

Her plump lips stretch as she pushes her weight forward and takes me deeper.

It’s a sight to be fucking seen, and my mind is in a tizzy right now because I can’t believe this is finally happening.

It’s a good thing, too, because when I finally get to slide my dick inside of her heat, I couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds.

If she makes me come now, I’ll be better for her.

“Fuuuck …” I put one hand on the back of her head and tangle her hair through my fingers. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

My balls ache because I’ve never been as physically turned on as I am right now. Everything she does drives me fucking mad, and when my dick hits the back of her throat, only for her to keep me there and not slide back, a deep hiss starts quiet but quickly escalates from my lips.

Sliding down to the tip of my cock, she twists her tongue around it before hollowing her cheeks out and taking me deep again.

“I’m going to come.” I choke the words out, wondering if she’ll pull back or let me finish in her mouth.

She’s full of surprises because she quickly works her lips up and down my length until I’m exploding down her throat, and the second the first drop of cum hits her tongue, she keeps still, swallowing it down with a delicious moan, like I’m giving her a fucking gift.

My body convulses, and my vision blurs as the last bit of cum shoots from my cock.

Instantly, I want more though. Pulling my dick from her mouth, I yank her shirt over her head and quickly tear her bra off too.

Her big, bouncy tits sit on full display, making my cock twitch back to life, and I gently shove her backward onto the bed.

I don’t even have to tell her to spread her legs. She does it for me like the greedy girl she is.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” I grip my dick at the base, giving it a few slow pumps, and just as I suspected, it’s hard and ready to go again. “I’ll wear a condom if you want me to,” I tell her. “Even though I’d love nothing more than to feel you wrapped around my bare cock.”

“No, don’t. You know you’re the only one after all this time, and I trust you,” rushes from her lips.

I’m sure that if there were a chance of us getting pregnant, she would have said. She’s definitely on birth control, and even if she’s not, I don’t really give a fuck. I’d have a hundred babies with this woman if that’s how it worked out because she makes the best kids.

“Thank fuck,” I grumble before climbing over her. “I don’t want anything between your tight fucking pussy and my steel cock when we come together.”

I kiss her, not giving a shit that she just sucked my dick because when it comes to her, I’ll do anything just to kiss her lips or be closer to her. I position my cock between her legs and press my forehead to hers as I gently push my way inside.

She’s so fucking tight, and I know she’s scared because she’s digging her nails into my back like I’m going to hurt her.

“You’re going to take me so good, baby,” I say, pushing into her deeper.

She whimpers slightly, but I keep going slow and steady. Her pussy hasn’t taken a cock in five years, so I can’t rush this. I need to make it good for her.

Luckily, she’s so wet, allowing me to easily slide further as she stretches to accommodate me. And soon, she’s thrusting her hips against mine in an attempt to push me deeper .

“That’s it, my good girl,” I coo. “Feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes,” she chokes out. “Fuck me, Tripp. I need all of your cock right now.”

“Such a fucking slut for your husband’s dick, aren’t you, baby?” I grunt, thrusting harder and faster.