Being on a honeymoon in Abu Dhabi was like being in a movie, or a TV show. Jasmin couldn't believe her eyes the entire time. Her shining, glowing with joy husband swept her off her feet on the beach and proclaimed he loved her with all of his soul. He ached for her, he was on his knees for her right there in front of what felt like the entire planet telling her that whatever she wanted, she could have.

They spent their honeymoon mostly with each other, as most couples did. The man had given her the most loving and affectionate pounding to that day and passed out with her safely tucked in his arms, their lips just an inch apart so he could kiss her as he pleased.

Jasmin awoke with a start and realized she hadn't made that reservation for tonight like she had said she would. She snuck out, dropping ten kisses to his lips and only receiving them back when she tried to move away and he yanked her back for more. He was obsessed, openly obsessed, with his wife.

It had taken her almost an hour and a half and a little bit of frustration before she finally returned to the incredible hotel room he'd had picked out for three years as he pined for a marriage he thought he'd never get. She missed him, and it occurred to her that their wedding had changed her. She wanted him like he was her only source of oxygen.

And there her husband was, mid stroke with a hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Upon the sound of her entering, he took a hit of his cart and sat up. Those green eyes were blazing into her, taking in her tube top and wrap around skirt like she was dressed in lingerie. "I was just thinking about you." He chucked and dipped his head to catch her eyes focused on the rod that had her practically drooling from both ends.

"I had to make that reservation," She admitted shyly, crawling over onto the bed. She'd longed for him, but the rest of the admittance wouldn't fall from her lips no matter what way her mind twisted and turned the words.

Jacob was supposed to be, logically, weaker than she was. She was much bigger than him save for the foot and two inches height difference. In some ways she supposed he lacked the strength to not make a joke at the worst time or intentionally piss her the hell off. Despite his strengths and weaknesses, he tugged and twisted her until she was face down on the bed with both her wrists in one hand. "I have not been able to stop wanting for you, love."

She could feel him throbbing against her ass, the length surprising with him being so scrawny. Maybe that wasn't uncommon, maybe she just didn't have enough experience to know but she doubted she didn't. Still, she was thankful. Her butt being so... well, there had proven it difficult for most men (save for her well endowed polycule) to even fuck her like this. Too many incidents of slipping out and sexual frustration had led to her lying on her back in a position that rarely got her off.

But not with Jacob. He had taken the time to learn everything about her body the second they became official again. His hands and lips and tongue roamed over every inch of her, EVERY inch, from head to toe. He'd mastered the art of fingering her, he'd more than mastered the art of forcing her submission out of her. It was there, it was always there just barely under the surface but it took so much mental energy to get it out in the open without help.

He hummed lowly, honestly more of a rumble as he grabbed two handfuls of her asscheeks and spread them through her skirt. He choked on a laugh when she pushed a tiny bit into his touch. "I have great hearing, I can hear how wet you are." He pressed his lips to her back and she could feel him smiling with relief she was within his grasp. "I missed my cockfiend wife so much."

Warm waves of anticipation ran through her at his heated, scalding words. She wanted to cry out for it, to really just make a scene and act like a crazy person. But it just wasn't in her skill class. He would have to fuck it out of her to get the ugly truth. The ugly truth being she'd crawl over broken glass for a taste of him, even just a kiss. He annoyed and enthralled her like nothing else this world had to offer. Instead of telling him all of that, she stayed silent, only shifting her butt to brush across him hungrily. If she couldn't say it, she would show it.

"I'm so happy you're married to me." His voice nearly broke at the last word. It almost always did in quiet moments like this. "I love you."

"I love you, too." There went all of the rest of her mental energy. It fluttered away as she forced herself to say it back because she hated how him saying it always made her mute with surprise. She hated not saying it back most of the time and instead giving him a kiss or a tight hug as a silent way. She had promised she would say it back at their wedding, and she'd meant it. She knew he loved her with everything he had, though he warned her it wasn't much. That was untrue, she could feel his cock pulsing in time with what he had given her. The gift of his heart was precious to her, and she wanted to say it. "I need you."

He tugged at the hem of her skirt, losing himself a little as her words combusted into flame inside of him. "I want everything off. Now."

That tone meant business before play, a thing he started doing after they'd reunited and moreso after they joined the polycule. When they'd first started kind of sort of dating, he struggled heavily with where to put his hands or mouth, how to do almost anything actually. He'd apparently never been shy with other men and women, but Jasmin made him nervous to fail.

She dipped her head and stripped, trying not to die when he made a sound at the back of his throat at all her nakedness. She was heavy, she knew that and thought of almost nothing else save for him. Fear clutched at her that he would come to his senses and find her disgusting.

Instead he stood and backed her into the door, nearly glaring at her. "You are so fucking beautiful, Jazzy."

She hated that nickname every time he said it. She loved when he said it. "I need a kiss." Her hand twitched at her side with the urge to slam over her mouth but she needed him. Her thighs were tingling and her mouth was watering and she was already so wet she could hardly stand it.

He raised an eyebrow and brushed his hand over her hair. Going through their shared moments he could not think of a single time she'd expressed something like that out loud. She seemed just as surprised as he was. Her kiss was given quickly, he didn't want to deprive her of all of the love he had to give. And he had a lot of it.

Her being shorter than him had him tipping her head up and his down just to make the connection. Thunder rumbled inside of him at her soft moan. He'd never known how easy it was to coax things out of her, whether an afternoon of teasing and edging her or a steady pound where he really let her have it, there were ways to get her to tell him what went on in that head of frizzy curly hair his hands were threading into so he could pull her closer.

She let him lead, and she thought once again about how his self proclaimed status of being a beta felt off to her. But "alpha males" were often stuck up, straight up stupid, and understood nothing of the complexities of life. He only fit one of those definitions. His tongue slid across hers as he grew in passion he failed to hold back from her. She longed to grab ahold of a shirt or something, but she settled for his neck because she was suddenly wanting for a much deeper kiss.

He smiled. "You want it that badly? Alright then."

More tingling had her nodding as sanely as she could muster. "Please."

Jacob wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed, nearly humorless eyes looking into hers. "Beg for it." His hand gripped at her side fiercely. "Tell me that you want your husbands cock pumping inside you, and I'll give it to you anyway you like." The hand around her neck slackened as he moved it to stroke his thumb over her cheek. "But you have to beg for it."

Jasmin's knees buckled with need and she finally got something out. "I need you to fuck out every bit of stress and anger you've ever had into my pussy. Please."

She was facedown on the bed before she took another breath. It was difficult not to notice that any softness that accompanied his erection was gone now.

He dragged the tip over her clit again and again, musing to himself how he was so damn blessed to have her. The whimpering she was doing as she subconsciously tried to get his cock closer to her hole made him start to pant softly. He was building himself up, letting the need overpower the crippling self hate that he sang and skipped along with every day. It would disappear like smoke the second he felt how slick and tight she was for him and him alone.

He got there quickly, grabbing her hair and pulling as he slid in and bottomed out quickly. "Jasmin, you have to take it all." Her response became a warbling cry as he pushed in the rest of the way, overstuffing her and then some. "Fuck, darling. You feel so fucking good."

"Huh," She asked breathlessly, brain already shut off the way he liked it. Her ass pushed so hard he would've tipped if he wasn't prepared. She knew he would lose it if she wanted it so bad she was obviously pining for the friction.

Lose it he did as he hooked an arm under her and pulled her hair even harder going from 0-100. Every slam against her brought sounds from her she couldn't even get herself to make in her intimate times alone. Her insides quaked every time he pushed against her cervix. It hurt. It was bringing her to life and she wanted more of it. She started meeting his thrusts with as much force as she could under his grip.

"Ugh, such a harlot for me," He whispered as he slowed to a stop and let her do whatever she wanted. "Work for it." Pulling her back and forth by her hair made her sounds even louder, her incessant slutty moaning unburdened now that her head was lifted and her throat opened. The sound of his wife taking his cock and praising him for it, was healing him.

A too soon swelling made him grab her to slow her down, she'd been working at it for a while and she knew how to get him off. "Oh shut up," He chuckled when she whined. "Were you going to make a mess again?" She shook her head and he grinned. "Then we're not done yet."

He changed the angle and felt the last of himself slip away. "I want you to cry for me, Jasmin. I want you dehydrated, because I love you so much." Gentle, sweet kisses fell upon her back as he fucked her viciously, painfully good to the point where she was already sobbing out the pleasure into the bed.

She let him hear it. She let him hear her love and lust for him in her wavering cries. "I love you! Oh fuck, I love you s-so so much."

He was once again taking her to a place where it was only them and all the love in the world while he fucked her into the next lifetime and then the next. The way he worked his cock inside of her to feel all the wetness he'd made for himself made her laugh a little too. Jacob hardly ever fucked her politely or prim and proper. No, he railed into her like she was his wildest fantasy. "Ha-Harder please please please!!!"

Her scream unlocked a beast from within him. "You're a fucking slut Jasmin. Now you're my slut. I'm going to fuck this pussy until it hurts and then I'm going to keep. Going." It tore through him like blood flowing through his veins. "I want you broken."

Her breath hitched at the growl in his voice and she turned to look up at him. From this angle she could see the muscles on his body tense with purpose. He had started working out when he felt out of control, and apparently he was always feeling out of control. His messy hair was almost brunette at the very tips now with the sweat he was working up fucking her like she owed him money. He was zeroed in on her ass jiggling every time their hips met, and then the ring on her finger, eyes now bright green with joy.

They flickered up to lock gazes with her and he smirked. "You're so very rich. Turn over, I want to watch you." His British tongue slipping out during sex made Jasmin feel like she was full of helium. He knew that, he just wanted to feel her quake around him again.

He pulled out and she obediently flipped, pleased when he grabbed her thighs to push up toward her stomach. He wasn't quite paying attention to her face as he promised, he was watching her pussy leak for him and glisten.

"My face is up here, goofball," She muttered sarcastically. "Do your worst and tear me apart."

"Your tone, Jasmin," Jacob warned by painfully digging his fingers into her flesh. "Watch your fucking tone with your husband."

Burning desire nearly caused her to gasp. It was relentless as he was being, the same relentlessness she'd dreamed of as a teen who knew they ran their mouth for their own personal demise. Loud mouthed, difficult, a brat; she had heard it all. Jacob took no such cautions to skirt around what he thought, and his usual carefully filtered words came out crackling and demanding her full cooperation like a massive bonfire. "I-I'm sorry. I just need you so bad," She whispered.

"You just had me a few hours ago. You're obsessed." He groaned loudly as he slipped in the second time. She always felt brand new to him, every time they fucked it was like losing his virginity all over again. And married? It had gotten so much better, his pleasure drowned him like it was his first time ever fucking anyone.

Except this time, he knew what to do with her. "Keep your mouth shut and your eyes on me. Let's say every time you don't, I'll edge you. Sound fair?"

She scoffed, trying to readjust to give herself air to breathe because his cock felt like it was pressing into her lungs. "Not even a little bit."

Jacob gave her a playful smile not fit for the situation. "That's ace. Love you, Treasure."

He gave her one slow stroke before he leaned forward to lock her shoulders behind his hands and fuck her hard enough one might think he hated her. The all around strength he'd acquired went straight to her g-spot until she was wheezing in breaths. "Too good!" She tossed her head as she reached the very millisecond before she came and he stopped mid motion.

Jacob was pleased to no end when she grumbled in frustration. He knew her little mind games, testing him for conviction and expecting none. He was not kidding. She'd know better now. Potentially.

He found his inner turmoils and used them to fuck her as hard as life had fucked him. This time though, it would make her cum instead of destroy him slowly. Her eyes were darker than any terrible situation he'd ever found himself in and he fell into them. An increase of wetness had him leaning down to murmur in her ear. "Cum for me, then. Don't make me wait."

Another angle change had her raking her nails into his back and panting in time with the thrusts as she chased it. "Please, please, please," She canted in agony, willing herself over the edge because she wanted to cum for him so badly.

Jacobs hand pressed the side of her face into the pillow and he sighed wantonly, ordering gruffly, "Correct yourself. I always bust when you start making that fucking face."

The pleasure raced through her and she was cumming for him, lukewarm waves of bliss turning fiery hot as they burned her alive. She screamed and teared up when he started rubbing at her clit with his thumb in careful circles.

"You filthy cockslut. You're creaming so much all over me." He gasped in a breath and grabbed her hair again. "I love your tears of pleasure. So fucking pretty and all mine at the end of the fucking day. Say it."

"I'm yours," She promised through a sharp inhale. He was building her up again, hooking up onto the tail end of her last orgasm and pulling it back so the afterglow was forced out of her as her stinging thighs exploded with euphoria. "I love you, I love you so much!"

He went back to fucking her skillfully now, needing to make her cum again like it would save his soul. A soundless cry found sound when he rubbed her clit faster and pinched her nipple as hard as he could. He twisted hard to make extra sure she knew he was there as his balls tightened and he released a lifetime of promise into her as deeply as possible. Jasmin tensed, her eyes wide like she was surprised when a dribble became her drenching the sheets under them both.

The twitching subsided and he huffed, trying not to collapse on top of her. His cock ached when at the very entrance her pussy was quivering with exhaustion and slick with their climaxes. He pulled all the way out and cursed hoarsely under his breath. "Be a perfect toy and clean me off."

She crawled to his cock and enveloped it in her mouth with no further encouragement. Her tongue swirled to find every trace of them there was, she loved their combined taste.

Jacob gripped the sides of her face to make her look at him with her mouth full of cock and he bit the inside of his cheek. Her deep caramel skin against his fingers was so starkly beautiful. Jasmin sparkled to him. Her perfection knew no bounds as she bobbed her head with a dazed smile in her eyes. "You're so perfect. I'm so, so lucky to have you, Mrs. Olfax."

After, Jasmin laid next to him staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes as Jacob smoked a bowl with a cocky, shit eating smile.

Every time they had sex, it was like the very first time: Jasmin being shocked to her very core, and Jacob (after tending to her) going on with his day like he wasn't laying down pipe better than a plumber.