The Cowboy's Curvy Virgin Bride's Wedding Night Ride

The Cowboy's Curvy Virgin Bride's Wedding Night Ride

The screen door of the little cedar honeymoon cabin banged shut behind us, cutting off the last notes of laughter and fiddle music drifting up from the reception barn. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. Twenty-two years of waiting, of saving every single touch for this man, and now here we were.

Jake’s big hand stayed possessively at the small of my back as he guided me inside. At thirty-four he was all weathered muscle and quiet authority, the kind of cowboy who could break a stallion or calm a frightened heifer with the same steady voice. Tonight that voice had been low and rough every time his eyes dragged over my white lace dress and the generous body underneath it.

The cabin smelled of pine, woodsmoke, and the faint vanilla of the candle he’d lit earlier. One lamp glowed low on the nightstand, throwing gold across the wide iron bed. My knees felt liquid.

“Been waitin’ on this night longer than you know, darlin’,” Jake murmured, stepping close enough that I could smell the bourbon and cake on his breath. His calloused fingers brushed a loose curl behind my ear. “Every time you blushed and looked away at the altar, I kept thinking about how sweet that virgin pussy is gonna taste when it’s finally mine.”

Heat flooded my face and between my thighs at the same time. I’d never heard him talk like that, not out loud. The dirty words made my nipples tighten against the satin lining of my bodice.

“I’m scared I won’t be any good,” I whispered, the confession slipping out before I could stop it. “I’ve only ever… touched myself. Thinking about you.”

His green eyes darkened to forest shadow. “Yeah? Tell me what you did when you thought about me, sweetheart.”

My voice shook. “I’d rub my clit real slow and pretend it was your tongue. Sometimes I’d push two fingers inside and imagine it was your cock stretching me open. I always came whispering your name.”

A low, hungry sound rumbled in his chest. Jake reached for the tiny row of pearl buttons at the back of my dress and began to undo them one by one. Each tiny pop sounded louder than a gunshot in the quiet room. The fabric parted slowly, cool air kissing my spine. When he reached the middle of my back he slid both rough palms inside the open dress, spreading them wide over my ribs, then higher.

“Jesus Christ, baby. These heavy tits have been teasing me for months.” His hands cupped the sides of my breasts through the built-in bra, lifting their considerable weight. I gasped as his thumbs found my nipples and rubbed slow circles. “So fucking soft. So much woman. My woman.”

The dress slid down my arms and pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but white lace panties, thigh-high stockings, and the delicate garter belt he’d watched me clip on that morning. Jake stepped back to look at me, and the raw hunger on his face made my pussy clench.

“Look at you. All these thick, gorgeous curves. These wide hips made for breeding. These tits heavy enough to spill over my hands.” He groaned and palmed them again, squeezing until I whimpered. “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, curvy girl. Gonna ride this virgin cunt so deep and so hard you’ll feel me for a week.”

I was trembling, but not from fear anymore. “Please, Jake. I want it. I’ve saved it all for you.”

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, even though I was a thick, plush size twenty, and carried me to the big bed. The quilt was cool against my back as he laid me down. Jake stripped off his white dress shirt and boots with impatient movements, revealing the hard, sun-bronzed torso I’d only ever seen in daydreams. Dark hair dusted his chest and trailed down his ridged stomach into his jeans. The thick bulge behind his fly made my mouth go dry.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and dragged them down my legs, leaving the stockings and garters on. Then he pushed my thighs apart, spreading me wide. I tried to close them out of instinct, but he held me open with strong hands.

“None of that shy shit tonight. This pussy is mine now.” He lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue from my dripping entrance all the way up to my swollen clit in one long, possessive lick.

The sensation tore a shocked cry from my throat. It was so much wetter, hotter, and more intense than my own fingers. Jake growled against my folds like a starving man and licked me again, slower, savoring. He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with the tip of his tongue until my hips started rolling against his face without my permission.

“Oh God… Jake… that feels so good,” I panted, fingers tangling in his thick dark hair.

He answered by pushing two thick fingers inside me, stretching my untouched channel while his mouth worked my clit with devastating skill. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the cabin. My thighs began to shake. Pressure coiled tight and fast in my belly.

“I’m gonna—Jake, I’m—”

“Come on my tongue, wife,” he ordered, voice vibrating against my pussy. “Let me taste how sweet my virgin bride comes.”

The orgasm crashed over me so hard my back arched clear off the bed. I screamed his name, thighs clamping around his ears as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. He kept licking and finger-fucking me through every pulse until I was a sobbing, twitching mess.

When I finally went limp, Jake rose up between my spread thighs, lips shiny with my cream. He kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, suddenly desperate for more.

“My turn,” I whispered, shy but determined. “I want to taste you too.”

Jake stood at the edge of the bed and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out heavy and thick, the head already glistening. It was bigger than I’d imagined, veined and flushed dark, curving slightly upward. My pussy fluttered at the sight.

“Come suck your husband’s cock, baby.”

I crawled to him on my hands and knees, the stockings rasping against the quilt. Wrapping both hands around his impressive girth, I looked up at him through my lashes. “Tell me if I do it wrong.”

“You won’t,” he said, voice rough. “Just open that pretty mouth and let me feel those soft lips.”

I took him inside, swirling my tongue around the wide head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. Jake’s hand gently cupped the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. I bobbed deeper, taking more of him, hollowing my cheeks the way I’d read about. The praise that rolled out of him was everything.

“Fuck, look at you. My innocent little wife sucking dick like she was born for it. That’s it, baby, just like that. So good. So goddamn perfect.”

I grew bolder, taking him to the back of my throat until I gagged softly. The sound seemed to drive him wild. His hips flexed, fucking my mouth in shallow strokes while he told me how beautiful I looked with my lips stretched around him.

Finally he pulled free with a wet pop and flipped me onto my hands and knees so fast I yelped. The position made me feel deliciously exposed, my heavy breasts hanging, ass raised high. Jake ran both hands over the generous globes of my backside, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.

“Gonna take this virginity now, darlin’. Gonna bury every inch of this cock in your tight little cunt and make you mine forever.”

I felt the blunt head of him nudge my soaked entrance. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my cream, then pushed forward. The stretch was enormous. I cried out as the thick head popped inside, burning and aching and perfect all at once.

“Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good. Taking your man’s cock so pretty.” He worked another inch inside, then another, slow but relentless, until I felt his hips meet my ass and his heavy balls rested against my clit. I was so full I could barely think.

Jake stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, letting me adjust, his hands stroking my back and hips. “That’s my good girl. All the way inside your virgin pussy. Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “So deep. So big.”

Then he began to move.

The first real thrust made me see stars. Jake gripped my wide hips and started riding me with long, powerful strokes that rocked my whole body. The wet slap of his pelvis against my ass filled the room. Every thrust dragged over a spot inside me that made me sob with pleasure. My heavy breasts swung beneath me, nipples brushing the quilt with every jolt.

“Fuck, this curvy ass is perfect,” he growled, spanking one cheek hard. The sting bloomed into heat. “Made for a cowboy to grab while he breeds it. Gonna fill this pussy up every night from now on.”

He pounded me harder, one hand sliding around to rub tight circles on my clit. The dual sensation sent me spiraling toward another orgasm faster than I thought possible.

“Come on my cock, wife. Let me feel this virgin cunt squeeze me when you scream.”

I shattered again, screaming his name so loud I was sure the whole ranch heard. My walls clamped and fluttered around his pistoning shaft, milking him. Jake rode me straight through it, never slowing, growling filthy praise the whole time.

Before I could come down he pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my knees to my shoulders. The new angle let him sink even deeper. His eyes locked on my bouncing tits as he railed me with every ounce of strength in his powerful body.

“Look at those big tits bounce for me. Fucking beautiful. My curvy little bride taking every inch like she was built for it.”

I was a mess of sweat, tears, and cum, but I’d never felt more alive. The third orgasm built like a freight train. Jake’s thumb found my clit again and I came so hard my vision whited out. I screamed until my voice cracked.

Only then did he pull out with a guttural groan. Hot, thick ropes of cum lashed across my soft belly, my heaving breasts, even splashing up to my collarbone. He stroked himself through every pulse, painting me until I was glazed and dripping with him.

I lay there trembling, covered in sweat and seed, pussy aching and wonderfully used. Jake collapsed half on top of me, breathing hard. I reached up with both hands, pulled his face down to mine, and kissed him slow and deep, tasting myself and him and the future all at once.

When the kiss finally broke, I looked into his eyes and smiled, shy and wicked at the same time.

“I want to ride my cowboy husband next.”

He chuckled low, brushing cum across my nipple with his thumb, and whispered, “We’ve got all night for my curvy bride to learn exactly how to take every inch of her man.”