Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

so I said it again and again until he was absolutely pounding me, the headboard banging out the beat of our love against the painted wall.

“Check the nightstand,” I panted after we had climaxed in sweet unison.

Gently withdrawing his cock from my pussy, he did just that. I’d stashed the box earlier, hoping to surprise him.

“What is it?”

“Consider it a wedding gift.”

“But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Baby, you’ve given me everything,” I said, gently squeezing his cock and giving him a kiss.

Carefully, Sean loosened the ribbon and slid off the lid. In the middle of the box, surrounded by pink tissue paper, was a mini bottle of lube and a medium-sized butt plug.

“I want you to take my anal virginity. I wanted to give you something special for our wedding night.”

“Thank you, darlin’,” he said, kissing me gently. “This is the most precious gift in the world.”

Returning the empty box to the drawer, Sean got back onto the bed as I turned over onto my belly and spread my ass cheeks. He carefully applied the lube to my virgin asshole and pressed the tip of the well-lubed butt plug against it.

“We’ll take this nice and easy. Breathe, sweetheart, slow and easy.”

I did, and before I knew it, the plug was in, the edges of the base pressing against my ass cheeks.

Pulling me up onto all fours, he put lube on my pussy and then his cock and fucked me hard from behind. The extra stimulation from the plug combined with the dual friction on my clit and g-spot made me orgasm like crazy. Sean had to grab me by the hips, so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt myself. It also turned out to be for support because as soon as he let go, I flopped onto my side panting.

“Wow,” I gasped between pants.

“You’re something else,” he said, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

Leaving me where I was, he gently removed the plug, my asshole as stretched out as it was likely to get.

“Ready?” he asked

“Yes.”

Bending my knees and pushing my legs up near my chest, he put more lube both around and in my asshole before also slathering his cock, just to make sure things would go as easily as possible.

I didn’t look but could feel the bed move as he got into position. Taking a deep breath in, I got ready for what was to come.

Despite how long I waited, the pain I’d expected didn’t come, not that I was disappointed. I’d only ever heard about how much anal hurt if done wrong. Not much about how to do it right, outside of butt plugs and lots of lube.

The feeling as he eased his cock into my stretched-out asshole was blissful, much like when he put it in my pussy for the first time. I wasn’t a virgin like I was with my ass, but it was still very similar.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, soon after starting to pump.

“Yes,” I whispered

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“No, no, it feels really good. How is it for you? Does it feel good?”

“Your ass feels amazing, darlin’. A lot like in your pussy only tighter and with less give.”

I squeezed his hand, happy he liked my gift. It was fantastic for me too, but he was the one I was thinking about right then.

I laced my fingers through his and squeezed tight as my loving husband claimed my anal cherry in our wedding bed.

Everything in my life was perfect and couldn’t get much better.

Epilogue - Sean

If time flew when you were having fun, it went at warp-speed for us. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, a whole month had gone by since our wedding. Wedded bliss could do interesting things to your mind.

One month wasn’t as recognized as one year, but I still wanted to mark the occasion. For a while there, it looked like we might not be together at all, so I was marking every precious moment with her.

“I’ve never heard of a one-month anniversary,” Darcy said as we were seated at a table on the restaurant patio with a lovely view of the Belfast mountains.

“Me neither,” I admitted. “I’m hoping to start a new trend.”

“No, seriously.”

“Okay, no, I just thought it would be nice. I really do love being with you and wanted to celebrate.”

“I love being with you too,” she said, taking my hand. “I love my new city and my new life. I love you so much and want to remember every moment.”

We kissed tenderly and deeply, no doubt drawing some looks from the surrounding tables, but I didn’t care anymore. We were married. We were in love. What was the harm?

The service was quick, and the food was good, even if it wasn’t quite as fancy as what L.A.’s finest restaurants had to offer.

“It really is beautiful here,” she said, admiring the view.

“A lot older than L.A., that’s for sure. I guess I’d gotten used to the scenery, growing up here and all. It wasn’t till I came back that I really started to appreciate it.”

“America has some beautiful places too.”

“True enough. Ireland is a much older country and has had a lot more time to mature. America is more like a teenager, sparky and full of the new.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.”

I had nothing against America at all. It was my second home now. I hadn’t really seen that much of it other than Los Angeles. What I’d seen had been pretty overwhelming. Belfast wasn’t exactly a sleepy little hamlet, but it was much more my speed.

“How are things at work with Jim on vacation?”

“I’m already interviewing replacements. He’s gone loopy for your friend Amy. Couldn’t stop talking about her, kind of like how