Lyon
Chapter 77

“Colt you ok?”

“Yeah Angel why”

“You have a strange look on your face.”

“Come here baby I’m good.” We were on the beach on our little private island getaway. Kat and water, shit; she’d live in the ocean if I didn’t rein her a*s in.

That first day she woke up in the morning and ran down to the beach and dove right in. Which meant that on our second day here I was up at the a*s crack of dawn to keep an eye on her because she doesn’t listen for shit.

If they warn you not to swim in a pool alone I’m not sure what she thought that meant for the big blue sea but her hardheaded a*s argued me to death.

So that’s how I’ve spent the past three mornings before the sun came up. Sitting on the edge of the sand watching my little dolphin splash and squeal. I’m not big on swimming but it was fun watching her enjoy herself.

I’m not sure what people usually do on these things other than f**k like minks. At least that’s all we’ve been doing. The only real difference between here and home is that there are no interruptions and we’re in new surroundings.

No work to get to, no one needing their roof repaired or someone’s a*s kicked; just me and my woman alone. We had one caretaker and a housekeeper that came the second day we were here and weren’t due back until tomorrow I think.

They’d pretty much stayed out of our way when they’d been here though which meant we hardly saw them. They just did their thing and were gone. The fridge and cupboards were full of shit.

There was enough shit in there to feed a platoon because Elena had taken care of that part of the deal and had made sure there was a little bit of everything the island had to offer. Which turned out to be a good thing because we never made it off the little island into the surrounding town for meals except once.

When we did eat it was in bed and it was something we made together. I hadn’t started my research as yet but I knew she needed to eat right. I called mom almost every day for advice at that point. Probably the only male to call his mother on his honeymoon or at least that’s what my father the pothead kept telling me and anyone else who would listen. Jerk. I’ve been holding on to my cool and taking things in stride, so far so good.

Now this one with her horny a*s is eyeballing me with her shit. I’m thinking horny is a side bennie of being pregnant. Not that I’m complaining mind you but her appetites are becoming outrageous and her kink was on full blast.

I’m almost petrified to f**k her the way I usually do but she wanted it often and she wanted it hot. Last night I’d tied her to the bed and f****d the shit out of her until the wee hours of the morning.

Yesterday I’d taken her up against a tree with her legs wrapped around me, the rough bark biting into her soft back because that’s what she’d craved. We’d been out in the open and granted the island was private it was still a whole new experience for us in broad daylight.

Just this morning she’d spent a good half an hour playing with my c**k in her mouth. It was sheer torture but I couldn’t shoot too soon and look like a sap in front of my new wife. Neither could I throw her to her back and f**k the living shit out of her like I wanted to because this was her show.

She’d pulled my c**k out and studied me as if she wasn’t already well acquainted with my meat. She’d teased around the barbell in my c**k head with her tongue just the way I liked, all the while smiling into my eyes.

Then she’d swallowed me down whole until I hit the back of her throat. Since she was running this shit she’d made some ground rules. One of which was that I was not allowed to touch her I had to keep my hands beneath my head.

But she was giving her p***y a nice little workout with three fingers buried deep one minute and plunging back and forth the next. Then she’d take them out and feed them to me until I licked them clean consuming her p***y’s essence from her hand.

I had let her play biting into my l*p the whole time to keep from shooting because pregnant already or not there was no place I liked cumming more than in my baby’s sweet p***y. Plus by that point I needed to f**k. When I’d noticed her winding down I’d taken over.

“You done?” She knew the deal and at my words she’d laid back legs spread holding her p***y open for me to plunder. She had me so hot I’d grabbed both her legs pushed them back towards her head and tongue f****d her until she pleaded with me to ease off. When I’d had my fill of p***y juice I’d teased her opening with my c**k head until my boy said f**k it and went in full boar.

Now here she is again rubbing her pierced tits into my chest like I hadn’t just fed her greedy p***y already. That’s another thing, Kat’s a closet nudist.

I don’t think she’s worn a stitch of clothing since we’ve been here except for when the caretakers were here that one day and then it was only what she had mislabeled a bikini. F**k, if women were wearing shit like that on public beaches brothers were in for a world of hurt.

So here we are sitting out on the beach after her swim and I’m back to stressing about this baby fuckery and she doesn’t have a care in the world. Every once in a while it jumps out at me and grabs me by the throat.

I keep looking at her to see if there was any change but there was nothing. She was still my tiny little Angel. The only change I could see was her horniness factor was off the scale. I wouldn’t be surprised if my shit was rubbed raw by the time we went home.

I had pretty much made peace with the fact that I was going to have a son soon. I was worried about whether or not I would be a good dad. That’s the worried look she now saw on my face.

“What were you thinking about Colton?”

“Nothing babe.” Like I’m gonna tell her this baby shit scares me. Man the f**k up Lyon she’s not supposed to know this shit has got you bent.

I had to distract her somehow because I’d heard that pregnancy made women worry excessively too. If she’s going to worry then I have to be solid. I want her to keep that carefree thing she’s got going on.

“You want me to feed your kitty again baby?”

“Yes please.” Wide f*****g smile damn I’m a lucky bastard. “Come here.” I laid her out on the sand beneath me and made love to her until she was happy.

***

Anyway we f****d our way through a two-week honeymoon until it was time to go home. Kat was happy and smiling, all was right in her world and that’s all the f**k I really cared about. Everything else will fall into place or I’ll make it happen, that’s what the f**k I do.

The night before we left we laid out on the lanai in one of the lounge chairs her head on my chest and my arms wrapped protectively around her as we enjoyed the cool ocean breeze for the last time.

“Colt can we come back here again? I love it here.”

“Anytime you want baby, we’ll come back as often as you’d like.”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too Angel.” One soft k**s led to another and then another and pretty soon she was riding my c**k like a Rodeo queen. All in all it was a hell of a honeymoon.