Married

Chapter Two

Liana's POV

I woke up feeling some comforting tightness enveloping me. Blinking away the remnants of sleep,I tried to remember where I was. Memories of yesterday flooded back, bringing a smile to my face. Turning, I came face to face with the love of my life. Held tightly in his arms, I felt secure, cherished, and a sense of belonging washed over me. His presence was my sanctuary, and I couldn't help but smile wider, knowing he cares for me deeply. He is the first to care about me and he is the first that had truly noticed me. To him, his gestures may have seemed ordinary, but to me, they meant the world. I mean, come on, he cooked for me on my birthday! He made me feel genuinely special, and there's no one else I'd rather give my virginity to. I'm convinced he's the one for me.

Taking care not to disturb him, I gingerly slipped out of his arms, replacing myself with a pillow before hurrying to the washroom to relieve myself. The urgency was overwhelming; it felt like I might burst at any moment. It wasn't until I was returning to the room that I noticed how sore I was. This guy definitely knows how to leave an impression. Damn, I could barely walk normally. It felt as if a giant cucumber had penetrated me. I blushed remembering how good it felt having him in me. I must admit it hurt at first but the pleasure that came with it was worth all the pain. I stood at the entrance of his washroom, leaning against the door frame, watching him sleep. He looked so innocent, yet I knew better. He was like a mischievous little boy, a very naughty little boy who could work wonders on me.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day or give me a kiss?" he teased, his voice surprising me since I had no clue he was awake.

"Damn, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I exclaimed, startled.

He chuckled, beckoning me to come closer. "Why are you up? It's still early. I don't like the idea of not having you in my arms."

"I went to use the washroom. You wouldn't want me to urinate in your bed, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind. It's not that different from cum," he joked with a wink.

"Ewww, you're gross," I retorted, giggling as I threw a pillow at him.

Failing to catch the pillow, it bumped against his head, making me burst into laughter causing him to feign a stern expression. 

"You're going to be punished for this," he declared, advancing toward me with purpose.

 I attempted to flee, but it was futile; he swiftly scooped me up onto his shoulder before throwing me onto the bed. With a mischievous grin, he lifted his T-shirt I was wearing, exposing my ass. Confusion clouded my mind until I felt the sharp sting of his hand making contact with my skin. I winced in pain, which only seemed to fuel his pleasure. He delivered another smack, this time even harder than the first. The area where his hand landed burned, but strangely, amidst the discomfort, there was an undeniable pleasure. With each subsequent smack, the pain lessened while the pleasure intensified.

"Now I think you've learned your lesson. But there's one more you need to learn," he remarked.

"Which is?" I asked, feeling a twinge of disappointment that he had ceased smacking me.

 Without any warning he turned me over entering me, forcing his full length in. It wasn't as difficult as before because I have become used to him.

"You are mine and no one else." His eyes were dangerously filled with lust as it assumed a darker shade.

He picked up his pace making sure that I felt every inch of him. It was painful yet so erotic and fulfilling.I trembled as we reached climax together, his whispered words of desire sending shivers down my spine and intensifying the power of my orgasm.