A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 135: Something couples do

SEX SCENE

Lara was unbelievably happy. The drive home from the wedding had been very quiet. But the silence was comfortable. Peaceful.

Neither Curtis nor Lara had to say anything to know what they were both feeling, and as they walked into their house, hand in hand, they knew what they were.

They were in love.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Lara turned to face him. The kids were with Laura for the night, and the entire house was devoid of bodyguards.

It was just Curtis and Lara. Alone and together on their wedding night.

Curtis gently removed the veil away from Lara’s head. "You are so pretty," he whispered. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

"Thank you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you either," she responded. He gently leaned down and captured her lips in his.

"If you know how much I wanted to take you right there in the garden...you almost drove me crazy, my love."

He nibbled on her lips as he spoke, and Lara moaned softly into his mouth. She removed her hands from his waist and wrapped it around his neck instead, tilting her head back to allow him deeper access to her mouth, her neck.

"Tomorrow... Tomorrow we are going to go on our honeymoon. But tonight, I am going to make you scream until your voice turns hoarse. Until there is no sound left in you. I will make you see stars in the most beautiful way. And I will wreck your pussy until you lose the ability to walk."

The words were whispered on Lara’s skin, and the sheer desire in his voice made her shiver.

"Yes please. Wreck me. Make me scream. Mark me in every way possible," she whispered back, pressing her body to his desperately.

They made quick work of their clothes, and Curtis grabbed her waist. He lifted her up, and Lara instantly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He kissed her all the way to the bedroom, making a damp trail from her neck down to her boobs.

As soon as Lara’s back hit the bed with a soft thud, Curtis’s lips clashed with hers immediately. She let out a long moan as he ravished her mouth ruthlessly.

His hands snaked down her body, tweaking her nipples. Lara gasped into his mouth as he kneaded her boobs, and her back arched as she offered him more.

Curtis broke the kiss after a while and he leaned down. His lips latched onto Lara’s breasts, and the sensation almost drove her crazy.

With her heart pounding violently against her chest, Lara gave him her body, submitting completely to him, asking for more as her hands roamed across the hard planes of his body.

Curtis sucked on her breasts as his hands crawled downwards, slipping past the molds of her pussy. He inserted two fingers inside her, and Lara gasped very loudly at the intrusion.

She clamped her lips shut immediately though, and Curtis had to stop finger fucking her for a moment. He rose away from her breasts and stared at her.

"Don’t swallow that noise, baby. Moan and scream as loud as you want," he rasped.

And with that, he moved his fingers inside her with such brutal efficiency that made Lara moan over and over and over.

His fingers curled over her clit, and she almost buckled off the bed. Curtis’s strong arms held her as he fucked her with his fingers, and before long, Lara’s body was shuddering with pleasure.

By the time Curtis slipped his hands out of her wet clit, his eyes was hooded with desire. He climbed the bed fully, his eyes hooded with pleasure. Lust. It was like looking into a mirror.

Lara spread her legs wider for him, and very slowly, the edge of his cock pushed against her opening.

Lara gasped. A lone tear slid down her face as he slid in deeper, so big and thick. The pressure was so delicious in Lara that she rolled her hips, urging him to go in faster. Deeper.

When the head of Curtis’s cock hit the magical spot in Lara’s wet, throbbing pussy, her eyes fluttered close. A loud gasp slipped past her lips, and Curtis stopped moving for a moment to kiss her forehead.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes. "I love you, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too," Lara gasped back at him. And without another word, Curtis snapped his hips back and slammed into her.

A feral scream ripped out of her throat. Without waiting for her to recover, Curtis held her waist very gently, and started to ram into her. Without mercy.

He didn’t hold back as he worked his cock into her, fucking her in hard, deep thrusts that scrambled her brain.

Lara felt so full, and her entire body pulsated with desire as her husband fucked her mercilessly. His desire was mirrored in her, and she bucked her hips in rhythm to his thrusts.

Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and they were so inviting that Curtis leaned down to clamp his lips over one of them.

Lara moaned, an unending sound that ripped past her throat as she got thoroughly, absolutely fucked.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and the scent of their arousal was very heavy.

Before long, Curtis’s strokes became longer as he got closer to his peak. Lara felt herself contracting around him, and the both of them started to groan as their desire peaked.

One more brutal thrust, and Lara lost it.

Her orgasm rippled around her, and she cried as he fucked her through it. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lara fucked him through his own orgasm too, mere moments after she came.

They rode the high together, and as the most heart shattering sex either of them has ever had came to an end, Curtis leaned in to kiss his wife.

"Happy married life, my love. Cheers to more mild numbing orgasms," he whispered.

Lara gave him a sated, contented smile.

"Cheers. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie."

And within minutes, Lara fell asleep in his arms.

Safe and happy and legally, officially, married.