The Unwanted Marriage: Dion and Faye’s Story (The Windsors)
The Unwanted Marriage: Chapter 50

I pause in the doorway to our bedroom, my eyes widening. “Fuck,” I groan as I take in my wife. Her long hair is dark red and styled into big waves. The way the color contrasts with her blue eyes is stunning. Not to mention those fucking jeans. I’ve never seen her in jeans before, and her ass looks incredible.

Faye hesitantly raises her hand to her head, her cheeks perfectly flushed. “Um… do you like it? I always wanted to dye it, but maybe I was a little too impulsive.”

I walk toward her and roughly pull her into my arms, my lips replaceing hers. “Fucking stunning,” I murmur in between kisses, before sweeping her off her feet altogether, needing her closer.

She giggles against my mouth as I place her on our bed, loving how her hair fans around her. The way she looks up at me will never cease to amaze me. I’ve put all my cards on the table, and she still loves me the same. It’s hard to believe that this beautiful woman is my wife. How did I get this lucky?

“I love you in jeans,” I murmur. “And your hair? It’s really beautiful, darling.”

She laughs when I turn her onto her stomach on our bed, my hand slowly moving down her spine, to the curve of her ass. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

I grab her ass and knead, rapidly losing my sanity. “You’re always beautiful, Faye. You could’ve dyed your hair any color, and it would’ve suited you… but this? Fuck. I thought you looked hot before, but this is unreal.”

I reach around and fumble with the button on her jeans, making her laugh with my impatience. “You won’t be laughing soon,” I warn when I fail to undo her button. She helps me out, and my cock jerks when I pull her jeans down, leaving them wrapped around her thighs. There’s something absolutely mesmerizing about the way that red sheer fabric disappears between her cheeks, the way her jeans are bunched just below the curve of her ass. Fucking gorgeous.

“On your knees,” I order, impatient. “I need to be inside you, now.”

She does as I ask and lifts her hips in the air, presenting me with a sight that won’t soon leave my memories. “Fuck,” I whisper as I lean in to press a soft kiss against her ass. She squirms a little, and I can’t help but smirk. She’s as impatient as I am.

“Dion,” she pleads when I kiss her right between her legs, my hot breath tickling her pussy. I chuckle and push the fabric aside before doing it again.

“Your pussy is so smooth and ready for me, baby. It looks like it’s begging to be eaten out.” I slowly drag my tongue down her pussy, flicking hard once I get to her clit. She shivers and tilts her hips, pushing back into my face harder. I love the way she’s becoming more and more honest about her needs. It’s so fucking sexy.

“You want to come all over your husband’s face?” I ask, teasing her.

“Yes,” she replies instantly, making me laugh.

“Good girl.”

I hold her hips and dive in, lapping at her until I’ve got her shaking, her pleas incoherent. I love watching her unravel. It’s such a beautiful sight, and it’s all mine. She’s all mine.

“Please, Dion,” she murmurs, her legs trembling.

I’d planned to keep her on the edge a little longer, but I’m not sure I’ll survive it if I do. Her pussy is too good, her moans too seductive. I need to be inside her. “Come for me, baby,” I order, just as I push two fingers into her in a come-hither motion, and just like that, she explodes for me. The way she moans when she comes gets me close, and fuck, I haven’t even undressed yet.

Faye collapses onto the bed, her face buried against the sheets and her legs folded underneath her. “Nope,” I murmur as I free my cock, too impatient to bother undressing fully. I reach for her and wrap my hand around her hair, pulling on it until I’ve got her back onto all fours. The way she moans has my cock throbbing. “You like that, huh?” I murmur as I line my cock up. Of course she likes me pulling on her hair. She’s my perfect, perfect wife.

I tighten my grip on her hair and push in a fraction, drawing another moan from her throat. Her jeans make her unable to spread her legs, and it makes her already tight pussy even tighter. “So fucking good,” I moan as I push in deeper. “You’re taking me so well. You’re so good at this, Faye.”

She whimpers a little. “It’s too much,” she murmurs, and I pause to let her adjust.

“You’re dripping for me, baby. I can’t get you much wetter. You can do this, my love. You can take all of me.” I push in deeper, and she moans in delight, just like I knew she would. “Look at the way you’re taking your husband’s cock. I’m so proud of you.”

Faye begins to move her hips restlessly, and I tighten my grip on her hair, making her arch her back. “What a fucking sight,” I whisper. “Do you have any idea how you look right now, with your jeans around your thighs and my cock buried deep inside you? You’re like a walking wet dream, Faye. Fucking ridiculous.”

I slam into her all the way, and she moans my name, just the way I like it. “Please, Dion,” she moans. “Take me.”

Fuck. I let go of her hair and move my hand between her legs, resting my thumb against her clit as I begin to fuck my wife properly, my strokes long and hard.

The way she tilts and moves her hips with me is a fucking delight. I can’t get enough of her. “Yeah,” she moans. “Like that.”

I love the sounds she makes for me and stroke her clit roughly, in line with my thrust. It drives her wild, and I can’t help but smile as I fuck her roughly. “Give me one more,” I order, refusing to come before she does. I’m so fucking in love with her, and I need her to feel it. My thumb is slippery as I caress her clit, my movements swift and harsh, forcing another orgasm out of her.

“I can’t,” she says, even as she meets me halfway with each thrust, a moan escaping her lips each time my thumb teases her.

“You can,” I tell her. “Give me one more, Faye. Come for your husband, my sweet girl.”

And she does, taking me right over the edge with her. The way her already tight pussy contracts around my throbbing cock undoes me, and she fucking milks every last drop out of me. “Good girl,” I murmur. “I’m so proud of you.”

I collapse on top of her, perfectly satiated and happier than I ever have been before. “I love you so fucking much, Faye,” I whisper, my face buried against her neck, and my arms wrapped around her.

“I love you more,” she murmurs, turning in my embrace, until she’s looking into my eyes.

“Say it again.” I’ll never get enough of hearing her say that. Some days, it’s still hard to believe.

“I love you, Dion Windsor.” She grins at me, a knowing look in her eyes. Yeah, she knows what kind of hold she has over me, and she loves it. As she should.

“Again.”

She grins and does as I ask, setting my heart ablaze. I’m going to do everything I can to be worthy of her love. Fuck, I’m going to make her the happiest woman on earth if it’s the last thing I do.