The Club

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Chapter Twenty Two

Wyatt pulled me into his bedroom, me giggling like crazy.

“Let me see,” he tried to peek in my bag and I pulled it away.

“No, let me change first,” I giggled, walking out the bedroom to the bathroom. I locked the door and got my corset and knickers out. It was going to be so fucking uncomfortable but I couldn’t wait to see Wyatt’s face. I pushed my tits up as I did up my corset, stepping into my knickers. I fluffed my hair, my curls sitting nicely at my shoulders. I got out my new dildo, taking it out of the packet. I slowly opened the bedroom door and laughed as I saw Wyatt in bed, boxers on. I stepped into the room and he moved to the edge of the bed, staring up at me.

“Baby, fuck. Look at you.” His voice was low and he grabbed me by my wrist, pulling me in between his legs. “I get to fuck you? All the time?” He asked and I giggled, moving his hair back.

“You do indeed,” I purred, pushing myself closer to him.

“Can you do me a favour?” He asked, his eyebrow raised. I moved my head back in confusion. I couldn’t think of anything sex wise we hadn’t done.

“I can,” I smiled at him.

“I want to meet you parents. Like as soon as possible,” Wyatt said, looking into my eyes. My stomach turned, this wasn’t the subject of conversation I would like while I was wearing a corset and had a dildo in my hands but him asking me made butterflies in my stomach.

“Okay,” I breathed out, running my hand down his face.

“I want to ask your dad a question.” He paused, chewing his bottom lip. I just nodded, more confused than before. “Even though it’s up to you obviously. But I want to ask him if I can marry you.” His voice was firm and my legs nearly gave way.

“What?” I asked, my legs shaking.

“I want to marry you. Like right now, but I need to meet them first really. Can we then go to a town hall or some shit and get married?” He asked me. I grabbed his face with my hand, moving his chin up to me.

“You want to marry me?” I asked.

“Yeah, what do you think?” He scanned my face.

“Yeah, let’s get married.” I grinned at him, my cheeks hurting.

“Are you sure? You can say no.” He ran his hand up my thigh as he spoke.

“I’m sure. Let’s meet them on Friday and get married on Saturday,” I giggled. Fuck, he wanted to be married to me? I certainly wasn’t used to this type of commitment but I saw myself with this man for the rest of my life. “Would we live apart as married or?” I trailed off, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Live here. That’s easy to solve. You want to be Mrs Cruz?” He asked me and I giggled in excitement. Yes I fucking did.

“Yes please!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Oh Wyatt!” I slapped his shoulder as I felt a tear in my eye. “Can I meet your dad?” I asked him, my hand on my chest.

“God, yeah but it would have to be through a video call or something.” He looked around in thought.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked him.

“A hundred percent, never more sure about anything, ever. You are perfect for me Gabrielle, I’ve come from shit and to be with someone as perfect as you makes me want to grab you and never let go.” His voice was soft and he kissed my stomach, making me jump. I nodded, wiping the tears under my eyes.

“Okay, I’ll call my mum tomorrow.” I took a deep breath in, trying to calm every single emotion running through me.

“Can I fuck my beautiful fiancée now?” He asked, looking up at me. His words made my pussy throb and I nodded, getting on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his face, it constantly turned me on and I put my hands into the hem of his boxers, slowly peeling them down. I kissed his thigh as I did, making him jump.

“I want my cock in your mouth more than anything in the world but tonight’s your night,” he whispered to me and I raised my eyebrow.

“Be careful,” I purred, stroking his erection gently.

“I will, have you ever done orgasm denial?” He asked me and my eyes went wide.

“Once, you want to?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I would love to.” He kissed my head.

“Are you the dom?” I asked him. I really hoped he would agree to be the dominant. Submissive was my bread and butter.

“Yeah, is that how you want it?” His hand stroked my face. I nodded, biting my bottom lip. “Safe word?” He asked, his lips on my cheek.

“Flowers,” I smiled, not sure where that came from.

“I have one rule though,” he raised his eyebrow as he spoke.

“You make all the rules baby, you’re the dom.” I purred out, stroking his thigh.

“I have to call you Mrs Cruz the whole time.” I squealed, nodding my head so fast it was going to fall off.

“Oh fuck yes,” I dragged out my words, kissing his thigh.

“Stand up,” he demanded and I felt my pussy drip already. I loved this sort of shit, it was my favourite thing to do when fucking a dude. I stood up, biting into my bottom lip as he grabbed my arse cheek, standing up from the bed. I was already panting, staring into his face. “Get on the bed,” he said firmly, slapping my arse. I nodded, laying on the bed and looking up at him. I watched him crawl over me, his boxers were off and his beautiful dick was calling me. Gabby, Gabby! “Open your mouth, you’re going to suck my cock Mrs Cruz,” he whispered, grabbing my face. I opened my mouth like the good little submissive I was. My clit about to explode. I closed my eyes as he pushed his dick into my mouth, his hand on the back of my head. Wyatt moved his body backwards and forwards, his dick sliding in and out of my open mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my best attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“You okay?” He asked me and I nodded. He was such a sweetheart. Wyatt pulled his dick out of my mouth, undoing my corset. I put my head back as he ripped it off, pulling down my knickers. I looked back at him as he pushed my legs apart, his thumb going to my clit.

“Oh my god!” I squealed, my hand on his shoulder.

“Mrs Cruz, did I tell you that you could talk?” He asked me. Fuck he was good at this. I shook my head, my eyes on him.

“Good, I give you permission to moan and you don’t have it yet.” He kissed my hair, slipping two fingers inside of me. I slammed my jaw shut as the feeling took over my body. My mouth flew open as he fucked me with his hand, his pace quick. I closed my eyes and I heard my wetness travel the room. My groan was at the tip of my tongue and I put my hand over my mouth. Wyatt ripped it off, putting my hand behind my back and keeping it there. I shook my head, my whole body pushing against Wyatt and his hand.

“Are you going to cum Mrs Cruz?” He asked me and I nodded, nearly in tears. I closed my eyes as he pulled his fingers out of me, travelling up my stomach to my chest.

“You’re allowed to talk now,” he whispered, moving my legs even wider, sitting in between them. “Did that feel nice?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. My clit was throbbing like nothing I’ve ever experienced, my orgasm being ripped from underneath me. Wyatt moved my hand to his dick and I rolled my hand over it, my eyes on him. He pulled me closer by my thighs and my legs were over his. He traced my sparrow on my thigh as I twisted my hand as I stroked his dick, rubbing my thumb on his tip.

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes and his dick throbbed in my hand. I wondered if he was also receiving orgasm denial and as he moved my hand away I tried not to giggle. He certainly was. He got on his knees, his lips on my cheek, travelling to my ear.

“Lay on your front.” He demanded.

“Am I allowed to cum soon?” I asked, my voice quiet.

“Nope,” he whispered.

“Please, I need to cum.” I kissed his neck.

“You cum when I say you can.” His words made me shiver as I laid on my front, Wyatt moved, laying next to me. I put my hand on his face as one of his fingers went down my front, tracing my clit. I bucked under him as his other hand went behind me, two fingers inside of me. He was quick, smashing his fingers into me. I grabbed his shoulder tight, my mouth wide open.

“Baby,” I moaned out. “You’re doing my favourite,” I cried.

“What about this,” he whispered and I screamed as he put his thumb in my arse.

“Wyatt, fuck!” I shouted my eyes shut. My whole body was tense, lifting up my hips. I was seconds away from cumming and I let out a groan from my chest as he pulled his hands away from me. “Baby!” I cried, my leg shaking.

“Not yet Mrs Cruz,” he whispered. I closed my eyes in annoyance, refusing to move. I heard Wyatt chuckle and I grinned as I felt his lips on my leg, travelling up to my thigh. I wiggled as he moved my legs further apart, his hands on my hips. I was very excited if he was about to do what I think he was. It wasn’t very dom but I certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Ahh!” I giggled and screamed as he licked my arsehole, god I loved this man. “Wyatt!” I could hardly speak from my pleasure taking over my body. I buried my face into the pillow as he gave me the best rim job of my life.

“Baby, you’re going to make me pass out,” I giggled. My whole body tensed as he put a finger inside me and I screamed, trying to sit up. “Oh my fucking god!” I screamed. “Wyatt, you’re so out of order!” I shouted as he pulled his finger out and moved away. He motioned for me to turn around by my thigh and he had a cheeky grin on his face.

“You want to cum now?” He asked me, holding my wrist with one hand, stroking up my arm with the other. It tickled and just added to my overflowing senses.

“Please,” I whispered. Wyatt pulled me down by my thigh and I laughed as my head landed on the pillow. His eyes were dark as he stared at me and I had a feeling I might need to use my safe word here. Wyatt grabbed my thighs, pushing my legs up. I gasped as his dick slipped into my soaking pussy, putting his head by my ear.

“You can cum now Mrs Cruz,” he whispered and I grabbed his shoulders, my whole body pushing up to him.

“Baby, fuck!” I growled, digging my fingers into his back. As he bit into my neck I realised I hadn’t kissed him yet and it upset me. “Can I kiss you?” I purred into the side of his head. He moved his face to me immediately, pushing my mouth open and plunging his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his shoulders, scratching him to dear life. Wyatt moved his head back slightly, his hand in my hair.

“I can’t wait to make you cum when you’re my wife.” His voice was low and I shut my eyes as he slammed into me, my leg shaking.

“I can’t wait to suck your dick when you’re my husband,” I giggled and I felt his tongue on my nipple. I grabbed the back of his head as my orgasm waved over me, if he pulled away right now I would actually cry.

“I’m cuming!” I shrieked, laughing my head off.

“You have to squirt for me, or I’ll make you cum again.” His breathing was heavy and he looked down at me as my mouth flew open, my breath leaving my body.

“Baby fuck! Oh my fucking god!” I screamed, Wyatt’s hands on my face, keeping my head tight. My lower stomach fizzled and I shut my eyes as I came, my legs soaking wet.

“Fuck,” I whispered, actually embarrassed. Wyatt sat up, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me up. His dick hit something inside me and I grabbed the side of his stomach.

“Babe I’m going to fucking explode!” Wyatt laughed, his head low. His whole body tensed and I caught his eyes, a cheeky grin on my face. “I fucking love you,” he whispered, his eyes shutting. I felt his dick pulse inside me and he fell back, his dick coming out of me. I crawled over to him, my head on his chest. His heart was beating into my ear and I chuckled at him trying to control his breathing. Wyatt put his arm under me, pushing me closer to him.

“Your neck okay?” I asked him, stroking his chest.

“Yeah not sure about my cock though, fucking hell.” His voice was deadly serious and I cracked up, looking up at his chin.

“I love you baby, what are you going to wear when we get married?” He asked me and I giggled, my leg going over him.

“What do you want me to wear?” I asked him, my leg moving up and down on him.

“White definitely, that would look nice against your skin but I don’t think you should wear knickers.”

“No knickers, gotcha.” I winked and I felt his chest rumble with laughter. He sat up suddenly and I fell onto the bed.

“We can have a proper wedding if you want? Church the rest of it,” he said, stroking my shoulder.

“I think we would be set alight if we went into a church,” I giggled. “I don’t care. As long as my mum and dad are there.” I shrugged. Wyatt smiled, kissing my lips gently.

“Call your mum then,” he grinned at me.

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