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Chapter 3 - The Husband I Waited For (Commission Story)
🕑 Added 2025-07-07 16:00:14 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
Chapter 3: Losing My Virginity
Corey starts to gently thrust forward, hips rolling. “You want me to fuck your face a little, baby?”
I nod, and he starts moving, slow and controlled. The head bumps the back of my throat. I gag again.
He pauses, strokes my hair. “You okay?”
I nod again.
He pushes in, deeper this time, and holds it. I gasp through my nose, tears leaking freely.
“Oh my god,” he moans. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
Then he pulls out, lets me catch my breath, and thrusts back in.
“Say something,” he whispers.
“I feel full,” I rasp. “And small. And really, really turned on.”
Corey chuckles, voice low and smooth like warm honey. “My good little lawyer. Swallowing nine and a half inches like a champ.” He thrusts again, slow and steady, letting just the tip slide past my lips before easing back in. My jaw aches, and spit is sliding down my chin, sticky and wet, but I don’t want to stop. His hands stay cupped on either side of my face, thumbs brushing gently beneath my eyes, wiping away every tear like it’s something sacred.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
My eyes flutter, already glassy. I feel him hit the back of my throat and gag softly, but I don’t pull away. I try again. Deeper. I want to give him all of me.
Corey groans. “Fuck, Liam... baby, you’re getting used to my size already.”
More spit slips out around my lips. I don’t even try to stop it. My mouth’s full, my head’s spinning, my small cock’s leaking against my thigh from nothing but the weight of his in my throat.
“You’re gonna deepthroat me without gagging in no time,” Corey says, panting lightly, his thumb stroking my cheek. “We’ll practice. Every day. Now that we’re married? I’m gonna help you stretch that mouth just right.”
I moan around him. Loud. My lips suck harder at the thick shaft, tongue swirling at the ridge of his head before I pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva hanging between my lips and the tip of his cock.
Corey watches me; his husband on his knees, face wet and flushed, hands trembling just slightly on his thick thighs. “You love my cock, huh?” he says softly, reaching down to tap it against my cheek.
I nod, breathless. “Yeah... I do.”
“Say it.”
“I love your cock, Corey,” I whisper, looking up at him. “It’s perfect. Big. Heavy.
Fucking scary.”
He grins. “It’s all yours, baby.”
I wrap my lips around it again and let him guide my head, slow and patient. He never rushes, never forces. He thrusts shallowly, letting me adjust, letting me learn the rhythm of him.
When I gag, he slows down.
When I cry, he wipes the tears with both his hands.
When I moan, he groans like it’s the hottest thing in the world.
His balls slap lightly against my chin. Precum spills down my tongue. My eyes are rolling back, and I’m lost in it...lost in him. And just when I think I’m addicted to his taste, he gently pulls out, breath hitching.
“I love your mouth, baby,” he says, caressing my face. “But it’s time.”
He leans down, pulls me up into his arms, and kisses me hard; tongue and all, tasting himself on my lips. “I get to feel that ass on my cock now,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’ve waited too long.”
I freeze.
Not because I don’t want it. I want it so bad I’m shaking. But because I’m scared. He sees it immediately. His hand cups my cheek again. “Hey. You okay?”
I nod slowly. “Just... nervous.”
Corey presses a kiss to my forehead. “I got you.”
I look at him. “What if it hurts?”
“Then I stop,” he says, firm. “Immediately. We go slow. You tell me everything you feel, and we do this together. Okay?”
I nod. Again. My voice is small. “Okay.”
He brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “Lie down, baby. On your back. Let me see you.”
I lie down on the bed, trembling slightly as Corey climbs over me. He’s so warm. His body covers mine like a shield, broad shoulders caging me in, thick thighs pressed against mine as he settles between my legs.
His cock rests against my stomach, thick and flushed, smearing precum across my skin. I shiver. My own cock twitches, embarrassingly small compared to his, but he doesn’t even glance at it. His attention is on me...my eyes, my breathing, the way I swallow too hard and clench the sheets.
“Spread your legs for me,” he says gently, kissing my nose. “Nice and wide.”
I obey, opening up slowly beneath him. My knees shake. He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand; we packed it weeks ago and warms some between his fingers before bringing his hand down between my cheeks.
I gasp at the cold. Then moan as his fingers start to work me open.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
He fingers me gently, lube-slick and slow, kissing my chest, my neck, my lips between every stroke. His other hand laces with mine, squeezing softly when I tense.
“You okay?” he asks after a few minutes.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Tell me if you’re not. Always.”
He lines up. I feel the head of his cock press against me and my whole body stiffens. “Hey,” he murmurs, stroking my thigh. “Look at me.”
I look.
“I love you,” he says, so softly I almost cry. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take
it slow. You’re in control.”
I nod again, voice caught in my throat. “Okay.”
He pushes in slowly. The stretch is unreal. My eyes fly open, and I make a sound I’ve never made before.
Corey freezes instantly. “Liam?”
“It’s...” I pant. “It’s a lot.”
“Want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Just... slow. Please.”
He kisses my forehead. “Okay baby.”
He eases in another inch. Then pauses. Rubs my lower back, whispers in my ear, strokes my side like I’m something fragile and beautiful.
I cry out again as his head pops in. The pain flashes white-hot.
He stops. Kisses my cheek. “Breathe. You’re doing so good.”
I feel his hands on my face, gently tilting me toward him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks again.
“I think so,” I whisper. “Just hurts. You’re so big.”
He nods, kisses me again, and stays still. “We’re not in a rush. I’ve waited three years. I can wait ten more minutes to go balls deep.”
I cling to him.
His hand slides to my hip. His other brushes down my thigh. His voice stays low, reassuring, like he’s reading me through every second.
“I haven’t cum in ten days,” he murmurs. “I’ve been saving every drop of this for you. The biggest, thickest, juiciest load for my husband on our first night.”
“Corey...”
He pushes in another inch.
Then another.
I gasp...part pain, part pleasure.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he groans. “You’re making me feel so fucking good.”
Eventually, I feel his pelvis press against mine. He’s in. Fully In. Balls deep. My body is trembling. I’m sweating. I’ve never felt more full in my life.
“Liam,” he breathes, resting his forehead against mine. “You okay?”
“I feel everything,” I whisper.
He nods, kisses me slow. “You’re amazing.”
He doesn’t thrust right away. He just stays there. Letting me get used to his big cock inside me.. Letting me feel how deep he is.
Then slowly—so slowly—he starts to move. Each thrust is long, deep, careful. He holds my legs wide, keeps eye contact. Kisses me through the sting. “I love you,” he whispers.
My pain dulls into something else. Warmth. Heat. Pressure. I moan beneath him.
“You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. Better. You feel...”
“What?”
“Fucking huge.”
He grins. “I’ll take that.”
After a few more minutes, I gasp again. He’s hitting something. Something deep.
Sharp. Pleasurable.
“Oh my god... Corey...right there.”
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Comments
Abhishek
Hell yeah. Love their connection. Also, Corey is not just a pretty romantic boy. He knows how to fuck and make his husband comfortable
Abhishek
At your nearest coffee shop
Craig
Where do I find a husband like Corey?
LovingLife
Wow. Great detail. Such a passionate husband wanting to please his partner.
