Chapter 12 - The Husband I Waited For

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Chapter 12: Cock Tasting Before Dinner

Corey’s cock was hard as a rock from how deep I was inhaling his musk.

“Oh, baby,” Corey murmured, cocking his head with that smug, dimpled smirk.

“If you were missing my cock that bad… I would’ve skipped the last two sets and come home early.”

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and eased my mouth over the tip...slow, letting my lips slide over the crown. His cock was thick and warm and a little salty from sweat. I moaned into it.

“Suck it, baby,” Corey whispered. “Yeah, like that. Keep going.”

I sank lower, bobbing on his cock a little sloppier now. His cock filled my mouth so deep I gagged just a little, but I didn’t stop. I sucked all of his 9.5” harder. Used my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit yet. My nose filled with his alpha scent. He smelled even better this close. Like the sweat had cooked there.

His fingers brushed my hair. “Mmm. My filthy little prince.”

I pulled back, spit trailing from my lips to his cockhead. I looked up at him, dazed.

“Corey,” I said, licking his tip. “You smell like an alpha and you taste so fucking good. I could live down here.”

I had his cock in my mouth when he said it, my eyes rolling back as I moaned around him. “mhmmm”..,

Corey caught it instantly, the sound and the look on my face telling him exactly how much I was enjoying it.

He took it as an invitation. His hand pressed down on the back of my head, firm but careful. His hips shifted, rolling upward just enough for me to feel the weight of him. I sank lower, taking more of him in, his cock throbbing on my tongue. Then he moved; slow at first, teasing...just enough to let me know he was about to take control.

He gripped the sides of my head and rolled his hips again; this time harder. His cock slid deep into my throat that made me gag. He pulled out his cock and slammed it deeper into my mouth, a little more than before. Slowly giving me all of his cock.

“Open wide baby,” he whispered. “Let me in.”

I tried. I opened my throat, breathed through my nose, and let him fuck in. His cock hit the back of my throat that made me moan.

“Fuck Liam, you’re so good at this. Look at you,” he moaned.

He started moving faster now. His hips slapped against my face, rhythm picking up as his balls bounced against my chin. I could barely breathe, barely think about anything else right now.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes from how deep he was but I loved it. I moaned around his cock. He felt it.

“Oh shit – yeah baby--just like that,” Corey gasped.

“Fuck, Liam.. Fuck..don’t stop.”

He was sweating again. His abs flexed as his hips hovered off the bed to fuck my face. He groaned low, a guttural sound deep in his chest.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt Corey’s right hand clamp down on the back of my head and shove me deeper onto his cock. His shaft forced further into my throat, thick and pulsing, filling every inch. His left hand came in too, grabbing the side of my head, holding me completely still as his legs spread wide, his thighs tightening and his hips digging deeper into me.. My entire face was buried between them now, my nose pressed to the base of his cock.

Without any warning, I felt it; hot, thick strings of cum shooting into the back of my throat. One, two, three heavy pulses, each one stronger than the last, each one flowing deeper down my throat before I could even react.

His cock throbbed, and more came. My cheeks filled with it, the insides coated in a wet sweet taste of his cum. I swallowed fast, trying to keep up, but there was so much.

“Aaahhh fuuuckkk – Liam --” Corey groaned, voice low and ragged, his whole body tensing above me.

It got to a point where my mouth just couldn’t hold it all. Some of it leaked out, warm and messy, dribbling past my lips and down my chin. He kept going, his cock jerking in my throat, spurts still coming, slower now but still thick. I swallowed everything I could, taking it like a reward, like a prize for my hard work.

Eventually, his grip loosened. His cock stopped twitching. He let go of my head, breathing hard. I pulled off slowly, strands of cum clinging to my lips, and gasped for air, chest rising and falling.

“That…” I panted, licking the corner of my mouth, “tasted really fucking good and sweeter even.”

Corey smirked, still catching his breath. “It’s the pineapple doing it’s magic baby,” he said, winking down at me with that smug look of satisfaction. ,“Just a little snack before dinner.”

I rolled over on the side of the bed, dazed and filthy, tongue sliding over my lips to catch the cum that had dribbled down. My face was flushed, my throat sore, and my mouth still tasted like him. I looked up at him, shy but glowing, too turned on to care how wrecked I looked.

He stood up, stretching tall and slow, every muscle flexing. “Baby,” he said with a little laugh, “you are so slutty. Two days in and look at you. Obsessed with my cock already. So damn cute.”

Before I could say anything, he bent down and kissed me. Deep, slow, lingering. A messy, cum-flavored kiss that made my chest flutter. Then he pulled back with a smirk and said, “Okay, baby, don’t jerk off now, go and get ready. I don’t want you to cum now. Don’t worry, I know you’ll cum untouched the second my cock slides into your hole and fucks you deep.”

He walked toward the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder. “This resort’s got the nicest, most luxurious restaurant. Candlelight. Live music. You’re gonna love it.”

I nodded, still catching my breath. Still feeling everything.

As the sound of the shower turned on, I stood up slowly, grabbed a towel, and wiped the stickiness off my chin and chest. My legs were still a little shaky. I got dressed in the outfit I had picked earlier; a linen button-down, black slacks, and the leather shoes Corey said made me look like a rich European honeymooner.

By the time Corey came out of the shower, all clean and glowing and smelling like aftershave, I was sitting all dressed up by the edge of the bed with a dumb smile on my face, just staring at him.

He looked at me, eyes softening, and smiled back.

And in that moment; no cock in my mouth, no sweat, no moans; I realized how lucky I was.

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(Corey’s POV)

Here I am, standing in our honeymoon suite, fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on my hips. And there’s Liam, my Liam sitting at the edge of the bed in a linen shirt and slacks, legs crossed, adjusting the sleeves like it’s any regular dinner.

Except it’s not. It’s our honeymoon. And he looks like the most handsome guy in the entire world.

I didn’t plan to cum earlier. When he dropped between my knees and took my cock in his mouth, when his eyes fluttered and his soft moans vibrated around my shaft, I tried to hold it. I wanted to save it. I wanted to wait until after dinner so I could fill my husband’s smart, tight lawyer ass the way he deserves. That was the plan.

But then he sniffed my sweat. Sniffed my underwear like it was a drug he couldn’t live without. He moaned for it. Worshipped my scent. Took my sweaty balls in his mouth like he needed it to breathe. He was too hungry, too good. I couldn’t make him wait.

So I gave it to him. I had to.

Now I’m standing here watching him smile at me across the room, face still a little flushed, lips pink and kissed, and I swear, I’ve never felt this much in love with anyone. He’s mine. My baby. My husband. I don’t care what we eat tonight. Nothing on the menu could ever compare to the way he looked up at me with his mouth full.

I adjust the towel, take one last look, and think...damn. I’m the luckiest man in the world to marry this beautiful, filthy, brilliant man.

And tonight? After dinner? He’s getting my cock for being such a good boy; the way he stayed plugged all night, begging in his sleep without even knowing it.

Yeah. My husband’s been patient. And after dessert, I’m going to ruin him for being that sweet.

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