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...Mr. and Mrs. Black, Part 3

Pairing: Tre x Fiance!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FLUFF. SMUT. PIV, dirty talk, oral (fem and male receiving), use of sex toys, cum play, breeding if you squint, minor spanking, drug use, marijuana use, Minor D/s elements, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: Here comes the bride...The time is finally here! You text with Tre before the wedding all too eager to finally call him your husband. After a sweet and wonderful wedding, Tre whisks you off to start the honeymoon off right.

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Word Count: 7,834k

A/N: We're here, we're here! Thank you all for this amazing ride. I'm sorry I couldn't get to absolutely everything I wanted to do. I hope this lived up to the hype! This fic is dedicated to @iterum-incipi , happy belated birthday, beautiful! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask. Please consider engaging, this site will die without it.

You yawned and stretched lazily, sitting in your wedding dress in front of the vanity. People buzzed behind you and though your stomach was in your ass and you went cross-eyed with fear, you couldn’t be happier.

You didn’t know such an emotion was even achievable in this lifetime. It was like hitting nirvana in a strange mix of chaos and peace. You scrolled through your phone trying not to pick up on the frantic energy around the room as your friends mingled with your mom and aunties and the wedding planner.

The rustic-style room had been decorated in light gold fixtures and a diva vanity with giant lightbulbs attached all around. It had a couch and a few chairs for guests to sit and help the bride. But in your humble opinion, there were about three too many people in the room.

All of the chatter contributed to your stomach going for Olympic gold, but it was Tre’s texts that kept you going.

You: Isn’t it bad luck to text the bride before the wedding?

Sir: That’s not a thing.

You: I’m pretty sure it is 🤔

Sir: It’s not. Put a husband out of his misery 🥺

You: Oh PLEASE!

Sir: Just a tiny peek 😇

You: No! LOL. I’m not sending that on my wedding day!

Sir: You’re no fun. I’m fuckin’ dying over here. I can’t even sit down.

Sir: I just keep thinkin’ of fucking you in that wedding dress. And in our room on our honeymoon. And on our bed when we get home.

Shit. There he went again, making you squeeze your thighs. You bit the inside of your cheek while you read his words over and over again.

If he thought he was suffering, this week was hell on earth. The time away had been absolute torture despite the resort package he bought for you as a wedding present. For you and your friends. You wanted to wring his neck but knew it was futile. He would just pat your head and tell you to accept it.

And he made sure to sext you all kinds of filthy things his brain cooked up for you on the honeymoon. You promised each other celibacy while you were away. To this day, you did not know what possessed you to agree to such a thing. Or why you both still committed to it.

It was almost like an unspoken game between you. You were on an erotic battlefield and it made everything that much more charged. Talking on the phone with him wasn’t ordinary anymore. It was hot listening to him talk about his day in the office, finishing up things before vacation. He sounded so put out and sad that you weren’t in bed with him.

Then your mind drifted to picturing him in bed, picturing him above you, practically aching at the phantom feeling of him stretching you out. His voice got you going in the worst way. And all the suggestive emojis were going to be the death of you. Never mind that you heard his voice saying these filthy things to you and you often went to bed hot and bothered and throbbing.

You: You really gonna make me pass my grandma while I’m wet asf?! 🥺

Sir: 🤔🤔

Sir: Hell yeah 😈

Sir: Fuck, I’m gonna be hard as shit at the altar

You giggled and shook your head, heat flushing all over your body. Now you were going to be a puddle as you walked to him, eyes supposed to be on his face but it would be right on that thang in his pants.

Would married dick hit different? It had to, right? That sense of possession and ownership was shared by very few couples and you had that with Tre. He knew from the beginning that you were his. You just had to take the long way around.

“You better not be texting that boy. Let him wait!” Your mom called out to you. Thankful your back was turned to her, you made a face.

“Right. That’s they problem. They give it up to any Jared, Jaylen, or Matthew that got a big dick. Big dicks don’t pay bills, honey,” your Auntie Carolyn said. You watched her take a sip of champagne and you shook your head. You weren’t in a church, but damn.

“They don’t understand that it’s men that have to chase. Not the other way around,” your Auntie Nell said, waving her hand as if she were in a church.

You both loved your people and hated that you couldn’t take a damn thing serious. You shook your head anyway and tuned them smooth out. You weren’t taking love advice from three single women with five divorces between them. Do the math.

You: It’s our wedding, can’t we tell them to hurry up? I wanna be married already.

Sir: You just wanna get fucked

You: Two things can be true, Sir 😘

Sir: You know Black folk never on time

You: And we put an early time on purpose

Sir: And they still late

You cackled as you nodded your head. He was so right. You loved your people. Truly, you did.

“Get off that phone, girl,” your mom said. She walked over to you and fussed over your wedding dress again. You waved her away.

“I’m fine, please, mom,” you said, putting a little edge to your voice. Not a lot. You weren’t stupid. You wanted to live.

She sighed and threw up her hands. She grabbed a box from on top of the vanity and held it out to you. “Something blue and something borrowed,” she said. She smiled at you as she opened the box to reveal an aquamarine brooch. It sort of looked like an eye but the stone was clear and shiny.

You looked from it to her and smiled, blown away that your mom chose to be normal today. She lifted the brooch and attached it to your dress, resting it against the swell of your chest.

She patted the material down and picked at invisible lint. “Thank you, mommy,” you said.

She smiled and nodded her head. “Almost time. Last chance. Say the word and I’ll get you out of here,” she said.

You giggled and shook your head. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” you said. You felt it down to your toes. Tre was your one and only and there wasn’t a force in existence strong enough to keep you away from him.

The wedding planner came by to tell you that it was time. Your stomach plummeted but you hopped up, eager to be married already. Ka’Ron and Sasha moved over to help bring your veil down.

You were far from a blushing virgin but as the veil came down, you felt weirdly shy. You hadn’t seen your man in a week and you were going through serious withdrawals. But deep down, it was almost sweet. Like the time away also amplified your love for this man. It allowed you a week to think peacefully and freely.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Leave it to Tre to be a sneaky fucking bastard. He gave you a week away to come to terms in your own way about your status change. That you weren’t just going from employee to girlfriend to wife. You were attaching yourself to him and it had to be your choice. It had to be something you stepped into with both eyes open.

Bastard.

Ka’Ron handed you your bouquet and then helped arrange your dress. Your mom and aunties flapped around you getting everything together, taking last sips, cracking last jokes, and tossing backhanded compliments your way.

It was okay. They couldn’t ruin your day. Nothing they did or said fazed you as the wedding planner opened the door and waved you through. You emerged into a small courtyard and turned left, heading towards the grotto on the Greystone Farm.

Rows of black chairs were occupied by friends and family. Your side was a little bigger, but it wasn’t noticeable. The chairs were tied with soft cream and pink ribbons. Rose petals decorated the grassy knoll, spread tastefully.

Wedding entrance music began and you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Your mom and aunties quickly left your side, giving you thumbs up as they made their way to their seats. Ka’Ron and Sasha lined up first, grabbing their groomsmen by the arms and led the way down the aisle.

Your father walked up and his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Dad, don’t make me cry right now!” You said, your lip already quivering. If he got started, you got started and then you’d ruin your makeup. You paid hard for it, it better survive through the pictures at least.

“I won’t, baby. You look absolutely beautiful,” he said.

You sniffled but held your composure. Your dad had been overly worried ever since meeting Tre, believing that he was only deceiving his baby girl. But once he actually had a conversation with Tre, your dad thawed little by little. It meant more than the world to you that your dad chose peace today as well.

“Don’t let me fall,” you said, clutching the crook of his elbow in a death grip. He brought his other hand to pat yours as he queued up behind the partition.

“Never,” your dad said. The bridal entrance music began and the wedding planner subtly waved you forward. Your family and friends stood up and turned to face you.

Thank goodness for the veil. You could hide a bit from the direct scrutiny. You glanced around nervously, your shoes sinking into the soft grass. Your legs didn’t want to move, locking into place with each new step.

You searched through faces frantically until your eyes roamed towards the front. Towards him. Tre stood proudly with his chin raised high and his hands clasped behind his back. He rocked gently on his heels, his face stoic.

But you knew your man. Your heart ached seeing him trying to hold back his emotions at seeing you. You opted for an elegant ball gown, with a deep V-neck and lace woven with floral designs around the long sleeves. Faux white flowers decorated the bodice that cinched at the waist with a ribbon. The A-line skirt draped in layers in front making you feel like a princess.

Your body relaxed as you kept your eyes on him and your legs moved more gracefully. Your dad patted your hand, noticing the change in you, and he carefully got you down the aisle. He stopped at the front and then kissed your hand.

“Proud of you,” he whispered.

He placed your hand in Tre’s and held both of your hands. “Respect and honor each other, but most importantly, move with love first. Take care of her. Her safety is in your hands,” your father said. He managed to make the last sentence sound menacing.

Tre wasn’t fazed. He looked your father in the eye. “Yes, sir,” he said, his voice rough. Your dad let your hands go and it suddenly felt all too heavy. You had been given into Tre’s proper care and you knew down in your bones that he would never betray it. That he would always take care of you.

Tre guided you the rest of the way to the intricately carved archway. The grotto held natural brown stone with a waterfall cascading down into a small pool of water. Bushes, vines, and foliage spread across it giving it a picture perfect shine that almost looked artificial.

The soothing rush of water worked on calming your nerves as Tre positioned you in front of him. He squeezed your hands and you suppressed a giggle. You had been so busy looking at him, you didn’t think to look at his pants.

It would be a miracle to survive the night without sneaking off to get that first desperate nut off.

Tre took a deep breath and lifted your veil. His breath caught as he finally got a look at you. And you got a look at him. He’d gotten his hair and beard trimmed. Still a decent length, but a lot neater and cleaner.

His smile was hot enough to melt butter as his eyes searched all over your face and body. Like he hadn’t seen you in years and not one week. “Hey gorgeous,” he whispered.

“Hey handsome,” you whispered. You did the same to him, searching for anything new. Any new pimple or mole or mark on his face. There was nothing new but it didn’t stop you from appreciating how well he fit his all black tuxedo.

His broad shoulders filled out the jacket and the black shirt looked sexy against his dark skin. The black on black ensemble was delicious in every sense of the word and you already pictured undressing him out of it.

The music stopped and then the officiant stepped forward. He was a quiet older man with silver at his temples and still had a swagger to his step. He seemed like the kind of bubbly old man who always dropped knowledge on the younger kids. And everyone was a younger kid to him, even your mother.

Pastor Raymond motioned for everyone to sit down. Once everyone was settled, Pastor Raymond took a deep breath and brought a microphone to his mouth. You didn’t know where the speakers were hidden, but his voice rang through loud and clear. “Whew. We’re here. Everybody alright out there?” He called out.

He nodded as he received satisfactory answers all around. “I know we’re excited to get to the how-to’s, but I want to take a moment to acknowledge this moment. So often these days, we spend our entire lives with our noses in our phones. Shutting out the real world. It’s rare to make a connection these days. Let alone follow it all the way to the altar. So we need to cherish this. Cherish two real live people professing their love for all to see. That’s a beautiful thing!” Pastor Raymond said.

He got a few amen’s and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You didn’t want a sermon. You just wanted to be married already. Tre squeezed your hand and drew your attention back to him. He mouthed “I love you” and you deflated. You mouthed it right back to him.

There was no need to be bitchy. You were here at the altar and it was time to rejoice in that. You nodded and then tuned back into the pastor.

“Now, out of everyone I’ve talked to about this couple, there wasn’t a bad word to be found. You two are loved. You were born from love, you were raised in it, and you went out and sought to share that love with each other. As much as this spectacle is for everyone else, you must remember that it is between you two first. This is the one person you’ll wake up to, go to bed to, and reach out to in times of struggle and prosperity, sickness and health, ups and downs.” The pastor looked at both of you and then nodded.

He waved his hand. “Now, I understand that they’ve chosen to write their own vows. You may go first, young lady,” the pastor continued.

You took a deep breath. You giggled nervously and took the mic from the pastor. You kept giggling, too nervous to actually begin but you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay. Um. Whew. If you had told me a year ago that I would be getting married to my former boss, I would have laughed and called you all crazy,” you said and giggled along with your family.

Yeah, it was awkward. But it was better to have it out in the open than pretend to be ashamed. You weren’t ashamed you found the love of your life in the most cliche way possible. Embarrassed, maybe. But fuck it. No one was perfect.

“But this past year, you have blown me away with how mature and caring and vulnerable you can be. You’ve opened up an entire world and have been nothing but supportive of me and my dreams. You make me feel safe. You make me feel protected. You became my best friend, my personal confidant, and the love of my life and I never want to imagine another day without you. I am so honored to be your wife.

“It’s my honor to love you, cherish you, hold you, support you, and promise that we are a team. Whether we’re taking down crazy stalkers, toppling greedy corporations, or grabbing cereal from the top shelf that I can’t reach, I am honored to spend the rest of my life with you,” you said and sighed. You were so relieved that you got through it without throwing up or crying.

Tre squeezed your hand and then took the mic from you. He brought the mic to his lips twice but grimaced and shook his head, gathering himself. “Take your time,” your mom shouted out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“It’s no secret that I’m not a talkative man. Or a kind one or a diplomat. I’ve been accused of many things and fairness isn’t one of them. But as soon as you entered my life, it stopped being about me.

“I once told you that I lost to you. That I tried to resist you and failed like there was some kind of battle I intended to win. The truth is that there was no battle. I went willingly. You are the North Star in my pitch black life.

“It is my duty to love, protect, and cherish you. To respect you, trust you, and defer all major decisions to you,” he said and gave you a wink.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, heart pounding in your chest like the beat of a hundred horses. Oh, damn him. Now he chooses to pour his fucking heart out. Now he chooses to be so cute and funny that you wanna smack his face.

“It’s my pleasure to wake up to you and go to bed next to you. To raise a family together and reach old age with you. I won’t ever take that for granted. I won’t ever take you for granted. I am the luckiest man in the world to call you my wife,” he said. He passed the mic to Pastor Raymond and then took your hands. He placed a kiss on both hands and you sighed, a tear escaping containment.

“There’s a beautiful love you two have here. Let’s have the rings,” he said.

Tre let your hands go to grab your ring. You turned to Ka’Ron and grabbed his ring. You took a deep breath with her and smiled. You and Tre turned at the same time. He slipped your ring on first and you gasped from the beautiful cut of your birthstone, not a blood diamond to be seen. It twinkled with the setting sun, reflecting off of your engagement ring.

You slipped his simple black band around his finger and he smirked, flexing his fingers with the new adornment. He grabbed your hands and squeezed, nodding his head.

“By the powers that be, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your wife,” Pastor Raymond said.

Tre pulled you close and crushed his lips to yours. He kept it PG, maybe a step below PG-13 as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip. Applause, whistles, and shouts accompanied the kiss and Tre pulled back first.

He dropped his forehead to yours and sniffed. You swayed with him, sharing the private moment among the chaos.

Happy music kicked up through the speakers breaking the moment. You grabbed Tre’s arm and held on while he walked you down the aisle. You smiled and waved at family and friends, dancing along.

Fizzy bubbles filled your belly as you danced with your husband. Your husband! You wanted to crush something. You wanted to run or scream or brag or pass out. You were deliriously drunk in love and now you finally understood that song.

You left with Tre, the wedding planner, and the photographer to go take wedding photos while you still had the light. Once people were clear of the fountain, you and Tre took pictures there as well.

Immediate family members came to take pictures with you and then you took a few with the bridal party. Tre took solo photos with his groomsmen, all trying to look cute and serious. You giggled as you watched all of them lift their chin a little higher.

You rejoined Tre and kissed him, never wanting to stop. Each kiss wasn’t enough. Each smile was something new. His hands on your waist were the most comfortable anchors you had ever put on. Tre kissed you one final time before nodding towards the building.

Tre escorted you to the receiving room. It was a long room with round tables on either side. Decorative flowers were arranged tastefully as the centerpiece and the wedding favors sat on every place setting.

The room reminded you of a summer cabin, with a huge brick fireplace decorated with pink, black, and white flowers. Black flowers were strategically placed about on tables or pinned to the overhead canopy. You didn’t think Tre would combust if there wasn’t anything black around, but you weren’t willing to take that gamble.

He led you to a table at the head of the room and let you sit. He came to sit beside you and then he pulled you close.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said. He tilted his head, his eyes going soft.

“You sweet talker,” you said and waved your left hand. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips.

“We’re staying as long as we need to and then I’m tapping that ass,” he said.

You choked on nothing, a deep cough threatening to take your lungs. “Sir!” You screeched, just as chatter echoed in the room. People filed in and found their seats. A DJ in the corner played upbeat, happy music while relatives mingled and silently judged each other.

Your mom floated in on your dad’s arm and you raised your eyebrow. You really hoped they weren’t trying to make another go of it. You were still trying to recover from the last fallout.

Moving on. You grabbed some water to quench your dry throat. But it was the ache in your pussy that was going to be your thirteenth reason. You hadn’t seen the man in a week and after a vow like that? You were ready to take him right there on the dancefloor.

Relatives came up to you, congratulating you and giving you knowing smiles. Yes, you knew your husband was hot. No, you didn’t worry about him. But you did worry about others who wanted to try you.

Soon, things got underway as different members of your family got up for speeches. Few people spoke on Tre’s side, besides his dad who managed to say fewer words than Tre on a good day.

The music dropped and you danced and hung out, a dizzying mix of stomping feet, clapping hands, and a soul train line. You danced until your feet hurt and took too many silly pictures at the photo booth that everyone hogged.

At the height of the dancing, the DJ slowed it down so you could play silly married games. Like lifting a shoe for who tended to do something more or who said I love you first. Then, Tre gave you a sugary sweet look. You stared him down while he dragged a chair to the middle of the dance floor.

You sat down and the DJ started up a cheesy R&B song. Tre did a routine, rolling his body and giving you a lap dance. You screamed with laughter, because who was he, and what happened to your husband? He didn’t take anything off, but he did play to his strengths. Flexing his muscles and blowing you kisses.

Then he knelt on the ground and grabbed the skirt of your dress. You squealed with nervousness, embarrassment, and excitement as he gave you sultry looks while his hands went searching under your dress.

He playfully pretended like he couldn’t find your legs, tickling behind your knees. You laughed and screamed, tapping your other leg on the ground. He chuckled as he shook his hand and something soft and round touched your leg.

Your eyes widened, recognizing your favorite toy anywhere. “You wouldn’t dare,” you said, low enough for just him.

He licked his lips slowly as he moved closer, feeling around between your legs until he pushed them apart. His fingers teased your skin, searching for your lacy panties. He pushed it out of the way and then teased the vibrator around your pussy lips.

You fought heaven and earth to not react. You were already so wet from all his carrying on but this was a new low. You opened your legs further, silently begging for him to put you out of your misery. You plotted your revenge as he continued to tease you a little bit.

“Alright now,” someone barked from the crowd. You knew your dad’s voice anywhere. Tre only winked and then pushed the vibrator inside you and you leaned forward, placing your hands on his shoulders for support.

“I hate you,” you said.

Tre chuckled. “Is that any way to talk to your husband?” He asked. He finally grabbed the garter and slid it from your leg. Your relatives whistled and cooed as he swirled it around his finger.

He placed it in his pocket and the men in the room booed him. Tre waved them off and you shook your head. If your marriage had bad luck, you were putting the blame fully on him. Ka’Ron handed you a bouquet and Tre helped you stand up.

Women gathered around in a circle, some shoving and pushing. You counted to three and tried to really toss it in the air. As soon as you released it, Tre turned on your vibrator and you jerked, froze in place, and forced yourself to relax.

Your pussy throbbed, the low buzz getting your thighs tingling and feeling weak. You almost limped towards him, but you were proud that you walked normally to join his side. He grinned the entire way, hand in his pockets, no doubt trying to plan when to catch you off guard.

“Have mercy,” you breathed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I seem to recall asking for mercy earlier and a certain wife refused to help,” he said. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and kissed your head.

“You would punish me? On my wedding day?” You asked, turning doe eyes to him. You added a subtle pout, a little quiver to your bottom lip.

He chuckled and shook his head, tearing his eyes away from you to survey the lively room. “You know that’s not fair,” he said.

“Please, Sir,” you pleaded.

Tre’s jaw flexed, his resolve finally weakening. He switched the vibrator off and you sighed in relief.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

Eventually, things started to wind down. The clean up crew moved silently, grabbing everyone’s plates. Guests began saying their fourth goodbyes, shuffling towards the door after every one.

Tre pulled you to your feet and you groaned. “Roll me outta here,” you groaned.

“You can sleep on the plane,” he said.

You perked up, rising to your feet. “Plane?” You asked. “Please, tell me you didn’t.”

Tre only shrugged and you sighed. A year was enough to get you used to the idea of spending his money, but you were far from healed for extravagant gifts and trips. He was going to get you used to it, come hell or high water.

You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. It was unhurried, slow, and lazy as you breathed him in. The spicy, rich cologne he wore for the occasion. The press of his lips. The warmth in his strong, capable hands.

You nuzzled your nose with his. “Ready to get out of here, Mrs. Black?” He asked, a smirk twitching on his lips.

“If you are, Mr. Black,” you said and smiled.

Tre escorted you out of the venue, walking you towards the front where a sleek limo awaited you. A driver leaned against the car but straightened up when he saw Tre approaching.

He nodded to Tre and then opened the door, allowing you to slide your big puffy dress inside. Tre slid in behind you and the limo driver closed the door.

The limo smelled clean, like fresh mountain air, and blew cool air across your skin. You snuggled into Tre’s side, being sticky and gooey in love while the driver got into the driver’s seat.

The car started and then the driver took off, weaving seamlessly into traffic. The privacy screen was already up and Tre turned to you with a smile. “Now, I think we were in the middle of something,” he said. He grinned evilly and then switched the vibrator on.

Finally free to moan, you grabbed on his shoulder as he started on a middle setting, the vibrations making your thighs shake. He kissed your cheek and your forehead, moving his lips closer to your ear.

“I want to taste that sweet fuckin’ pussy while we thirty thousand feet in the air. I’m hungry,” he whispered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You moaned and held off the impending orgasm, knowing you wanted to get your revenge. It had to be now or never. Before he completely took over and twisted you like a pretzel. Folded you like a lawn chair.

You moved quickly, dropping to your knees in the limo as best as you were able to with your puffy dress. You knew you should have changed into something more manageable before you left, but you both wanted this night to be special. And hot.

He chuckled and watched you fumble but you were determined. You flipped and faced him, hands going to undo his pants and slide the zipper down. You fished for his glorious, beautiful, thick dick that was already beaded with pre-cum.

You leaned forward and placed your mouth on him, sucked his tip deep into your mouth. You missed this. You moaned and sucked him down deeper. He groaned and widened his legs, giving you better access.

He really let you get to him first? You glanced at him as you moved your head up and down, slobbering on his dick. You used your hand to help stroke him, getting wetter by the sound of his moans and groans. His neck stretched as he threw his head back, pushing his hips to slip deeper down your throat.

You closed your eyes and focused on giving your husband pleasure. Your husband loved when you played with his balls too. You rolled them around with your free hand, massaging him. He jerked his hips and chuckled.

“I’ma get you back for this,” he promised, deep voice shooting straight to your pussy.

“Promise?” You moaned around his dick and and he bit his lip. You watched him as you pleasured him, but his control was too great. He wasn’t going to cum before you.

You let him go with a wet pop and wiped the excess spit and pre-cum from your chin. “Really?” You asked.

He leaned forward and grabbed you around the jaw. His thumb caressed your lips, smearing saliva and then slipped his thumb between your lips. You sucked on it while he took a deep breath.

“This is my gift to you. Your only job is to turn that brain off and feel,” he said.

You pouted around his thumb but he gave The Look. You smiled and nodded your head. Fine. You would be good.

Satisfied, Tre leaned back and tucked himself back in his pants and zipped himself up. You mourned the sight instantly.

Tre helped you sit back in the seat. It was for the best anyway, vibrator had faded to the background as you focused on him. But once you sat down comfortably, he turned it up to the highest setting.

You began to stutter and whimper, the pressure entirely too much. Tre snuggled closer, bringing your leg over his. He took his time lifting the skirt of your dress. His hand touched your bare thigh and you whimpered, sweat breaking out all over your skin.

“See, I had a whole night planned out. Take you to the plane, watch your eyes light up and you do that little dance thing you do. I could watch those titties bounce. Then once we were in the air, the flight attendant goes to keep the pilot company while I lay you down. Hm, spread them legs. Watch that pretty pussy open up like a flower,” he said. He made his voice low and hypnotic, adopting a bedroom voice he perfected during your week apart.

“I need that,” you said breathlessly.

“I do too. But your eager ass chose punishment,” he said.

“No! I was good!” You whimpered as your belly cramped from trying to hold it. You moaned, sinking into his embrace. Fuck it. You were tired of fighting it. He would just have to punish you for cumming without permission.

Tre moved his fingers up to your pussy, cooing at your wetness and kissing your jaw and cheek. “There’s my wife,” he whispered against your skin.

“Fuck,” you moaned, sweet fucking relief following in its wake. Though right on the heels of that, you were right back into an inferno. Your body overheated, chest heaving, and sweat dipped between your breasts.

Oh yeah, married dick already hit different. Now he had a brand new nickname to torture you with. Condition you to cum whenever he mentioned “his wife”.

The limo ride turned and you groaned, finally looking outside of the illegally tinted windows. Soft yellow light flickered in the distance, the private airport quiet except for the rumbling from the plane.

The limo parked on a private runway and the driver waited a beat while you fixed yourself. Tre removed his fingers and your vibrator. He licked his fingers and stared you down as you watched each finger slide into his mouth. He tapped on the ceiling and then the driver got out of the car.

Tre hopped out as well, running around the back to open your car door. He helped you climb out and you looked up at the private plane. This man was insane. Absolutely insane. And you were insanely in love with him. Forgive the bad joke, but you were head over heels for this man and you were driven out of your mind with it.

He helped you climb the stairs and once inside, the space opened up to a tastefully decorated plane with deep gray seats and dark furniture. There was a love seat against one side of the plane and a few plush chairs with a collapsable table in the middle.

Tre showed you around, pointing out all of the amenities to you. Finally, a bathroom big enough to move around in without activating the heebie jeebies.

In the back of the plane, there was an entire bedroom with black sheets and a tiny black curtain over the windows. Tre let you in first, pointing out your duffel bag in the small closet. You sighed and shook your head. This man was too dangerous.

You quickly got changed into a lounge outfit, a cream knit tank top, matching short pants and sweater. You were cozy to the max and the outfit fit like a dream. It seemed he took it upon himself to buy you a whole new wardrobe for this trip.

When you stepped from the bedroom, Tre was talking to the flight attendant. The young man bent over and listened to Tre’s instructions, nodding every so often. Hearing you, Tre turned his attention to you and smiled.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“Soooooo comfortable!” You groaned. The slippers were an added luxury that you couldn’t bring yourself to hate. Fuck it. Why not sit back and enjoy the fruits of Tre’s labor? Tre chuckled and stood up, heading to the bedroom to change himself.

He rejoined you in a pair of black lounge pants and a soft black henley that turned your brain fuzzy. The flight attendant told you to settle in and before long, you were climbing high in the sky.

The plane rumbled beneath your feet and your ears popped as you climbed higher and higher. The plane leveled off, the building pressure finally reaching a boiling point. You rubbed your inner ear and looked at Tre.

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nope,” he said and leaned back in his seat with a secret smile on his face. You eyed him, trying to determine where in the world he was fucking taking you. A list of destinations ran through your mind but you simply didn’t know. Couldn’t guess.

Nothing about Tre was predictable and that was a large part of his appeal. He was a capable, smart man who planned everything down to the minutiae.

The captain turned off the seatbelt sign and you eyed Tre. He eyed you. You smiled. He smiled.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and then launched yourself into Tre’s arms, climbing into his lap like the big baby you were. You snuggled up, placing your nose underneath his chin. Right into his neck and you took a deep breath, getting to the unique airy scent of him.

Tre held on as long as you wanted him to but it was only natural that you placed kisses to his neck. His beard tickled your face as you placed more kisses, hands massaging his shoulders. His hands roamed, gripping and squeezing your sides.

You moaned, rolling your hips into his groin and he moaned, shifting his legs to accommodate more of you.

“You know, Mr. Black. Part of your husbandly duties is to please your wife,” you said, playing with one of the open buttons on his henley.

“Please you? Is that so,” he said and grinned.

“Mhm, happy wife. Happy life,” you said, poking his hard chest.

He bit his lip and moaned, eyes drooping lower. “I think I can arrange that,” he said.

You giggled as he stood up and carried you to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as you bounced, the soft comforter making you want to curl up.

But your mind and attention was solely on Tre as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He helped you take off your sweater and swiftly removed your pants. You squealed with laughter as he alternated tickling your legs and massaging your thighs.

Your pussy ached. Your dry throat burned. He looked too damn good as he knelt on the bed and joined you. The bed dipped beneath his weight and you sighed as he got into position.

“Thank God,” he said.

You snorted with laughter even as his lips descended between your legs. You cried out, hand flying to his head to crush him closer. It had been 84 years since you felt his beard tickle your thighs, his thumbs hold your pussy lips open, and his warm breath fan your wet pussy.

He took his time swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking. You moaned and twitched, overly sensitive from all the torture he put you through. “Oh baby, that feels so good,” you moaned, jerking your hips.

He hummed and added his fingers, slipping them inside your dripping hole. He pumped his fingers, teasing your G spot with a crook of his finger. You jerked, thighs snapping closed around his head. He growled and pried your legs back open, returning his attention to your clit.

You immediately exploded, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You screamed out his name, words and screams echoing around the room. Tre moaned and slurped up your dripping essence.

“There’s my beautiful wife,” he said and kissed your clit.

“My sexy husband,” you moaned and rolled your hips. Tre looked up at you and winked. His beard glistened with your juices, dripping from his lush lips.

You licked your lips as Tre went back to eating you out, taking his time to bring you to the brink and then take you back from the edge. Sweat broke out all over your body, skin damp, leg bouncing. You couldn’t take much more teasing.

“Please, please, Sir, please,” you begged.

“You know what begging do to me,” he murmured into your pussy.

You cried and whimpered as another orgasm stole your breath away, your body tensing and contracting over and over. Waves upon waves of pleasure made you shudder with relief. On the way down, Tre finally stopped. He kissed your pussy as you jerked and twitched, pussy over-sensitive, nearly painful.

“Sir, please. Fuck me,” you screamed. Each orgasm had been a mere appetizer. A warm up to the real meal sitting in Tre’s pants. They were fulfilling in their own way but you were insatiable. Hungry. Starving.

You clawed at his back, desperately moaning. Tre chuckled. “I got you, I got you,” he said, kissing your mound, your belly, and your chest. He worked the tank off of your body and sighed when he got his hands around your titties.

He licked and sucked on your nipples as he shoved his pants below his hips. You moaned, feeling the way his back moved and shifted beneath your palms. Your nails scratched his back as he leaned forward and slid inside in one fell swoop.

You gasped, back bowing off of the bed. “Shh, shh, shh. Lay back and enjoy this married dick,” he said.

You giggled despite wanting to do anything but. Tears filled your eyes at the delicious burn of your man inside you. Your man stretching you and filling you up. Your husband groaned and shifted his weight on his arms and then got to work.

“Oh, fuck me, husband,” you moaned, wrapping your heels around the small of his back. He groaned and pushed in deeper, the languid stroke enough to make you surrender.

You closed your eyes and just let yourself feel. Surrendered to the feel of him splitting you open, driving that glorious thick dick as deep as he was able to go. Right around this girth of him. Right down to the base.

“Fuck, my beautiful wife,” he groaned. He grabbed your left hand with his and pinned it to the bed beside your head. He grabbed your right hand and did the same thing. He dropped forward and you moaned at how he somehow managed to slide even deeper.

Tears flowed freely even as your belly flipped with pleasure. Your body reached a crescendo, climbing higher and higher. “Oh, baby, please. I’m so close. I’m so close, baby, please,” you begged.

You just needed to get over the hump. Over the pressure and the pain. He increased his strokes, wet sucking noises smacking in the cabin.

“Flood this dick, baby. Get that shit soaked,” he cooed and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

Your body responded to his command, cumming on his dick with a powerful, earth shattering, dimension-defying orgasm. You went blind in one ear and deaf in your left eye as the orgasm snatched the very breath from your lungs.

Tre groaned and joined you, his cum shooting out of him in hot pulsing waves. His body shivered on top of you as he kept cumming, stuffing you to the brim. You shivered with him as cum spilled around his dick. He jerked his hips a few times, fucking it deeper inside.

He dropped his forehead to yours, your breaths mingling and twisting. He softened bit by bit, withdrawing slowly so he didn’t hurt you. He rubbed your arms and you giggled in between kisses and teasing.

When he fully removed himself, a rush of cum came sliding out. You moaned, pushing the remainder out. Tre leaned back and watched, licking his lips. He gathered up some of his cum with his fingers and shoved it back in your pussy.

You cried and whimpered and Tre shushed you, kissing your titties and capturing your nipple in his mouth. He finger fucked you and teased your nipple between his teeth until you were off again, slipping into unconsciousness as you achieved a level of pleasure your body couldn’t compute.

You woke up suddenly with a loud gasp. Tre grunted and shifted beside you, pulling you deeper into his embrace. You glanced around the darkened cabin but you couldn’t see much besides Tre’s faint outline.

In your sleep, Tre must’ve cleaned you up and tucked you into bed with him because you felt fresh instead of sticky. He was a damn inferno, your entire body drenched with sweat. You could only smile goofily and snuggle deeper into his embrace.

“We should be landing soon,” Tre said, sleepily. He reached out and lifted the curtain. Early sunrise light highlighted his face before he quickly shut it. His massive hand rubbed your bare back and you snuggled deeper into his side. If it was possible to bury yourself in his skin, you would.

“Will you finally tell me where we are?” You asked. You placed a kiss to his ribcage.

He shifted with a sigh and then chuckled. “Might as well. How do you feel about Norfolk Island?”

You kicked your feet and wiggled in place, scooting up his body to give him all the kisses. Then you traveled down south and finished what you started in the limo. Tre indulged you, praising you while you pleased him until he came in your mouth and you sucked him all down.

You spent the rest of the honeymoon deep in lust and love with your new husband. He planned everything. You had a month long trip filled with nothing but rest, relaxation, good drinks, and that weapon he kept in his pants.

The day before you were set to leave, you lounged next to the private hot tub on the balcony of your cabin. Tre handed you a drink he made, a Blackberry, tequila, and ginger beer concoction that was perfect. You drank one damn near every day. He clinked his neat whiskey glass with your drink and you smiled.

“Here’s to us, Mrs. Black. You make me the happiest man in the world.”

“To us, Mr. Black. You make me the luckiest girl in the world.”