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Let our hearts be one knot, Tightly locked,

Let no keys unlock our trust, Unlock our love,

Unlock whatever anyone opposes…

America

“I is married now… I is married now,” I joked, imitating Shug Avery from the Color Purple.

Omar laughed at me as he carried me across the threshold into our suite at the Marriot. We were in downtown Brooklyn where we booked a room for the night. Going back to the apartment after our ceremony was a bit too ghetto for our taste. I wanted my first night as a married woman to be romantic. So I charged the two hundred and forty dollars a night suite to my visa.

Inside the room, we both looked around in awe. There was premium bedding, two flat screens, one in the bedroom and one in the open room, a mini bar, blackout drapes; the bathroom was bedecked with a hot tub and marble floors, granite countertops, and gold faucets.

“This is perfect indeed,” Omar said, putting me back on my feet.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed my husband, excited about our quick one night honeymoon. It wasn’t the Bahamas or Hawaii, but it was cool. Soon the bellman came to drop-off our two overnight bags. Omar tipped him a twenty and he left with a smile on his face.

I picked up my small duffle bag and said, “Give me fifteen minutes, baby. I gotta look right for you on our first night as a married couple.”

“All you need to do is come out that bathroom naked, and I’m good.”

I slowly peeled off my dress and hung it on the back of the door. I washed up, then oiled myself down from head to toe, and sprayed some Eternity on me. I then slipped into a bright red stretch lace slip, with scalloped edging and a derriere-skimming length, with the matching thong on. And to top it off, I put on some hooker shoes, which were bright red five-inch stilettos.

I stepped out the bathroom and the lights were still on. Omar was shirtless, in his boxers, lounging on the bed watching TV. The remote fell out of his hand and his mouth dropped opened when he saw me.

“Damn!”

I turned off the lights and approached him seductively. Picking up the remote, I turned off the television.

“Tonight the only thing you’ll be looking at is me.”

He positioned himself comfortable on the bed, and I slowly removed his boxers.

“Damn, you look good, baby,” he said, with his dick hardening in my grip. He moaned as I stroked him gently, massaging the muscles in his dick like a therapist.

“Hmm, hmm… Oh shit.”

I continued to jerk him off until I heard him say, “Fuck this!”

Removing himself from my grip and positioned himself behind me. Curious, I watched him from my peripheral vision, with my pussy tingling for some dick action. Gripping my ass cheeks, Omar pushed me down on the bed, into a doggy-style. My legs on the floor, he ripped my thong off and tossed them to the floor. He pulled up my lace slip to my hips, bringing my animated pussy into his view.

Omar squatted behind me, holding the back of my thighs and putting his lips deep into me. His long tongue coiled inside me, penetrating every inch of me. I gripped the sheets tightly, and cried out, “Ah ugh, oh yeah, Omar. Oh God yeah!”

His tongue relentlessly attacked my ass making my legs quiver and juices rained heavily on his tongue, saturating his lips. I gasped crying out. I called out Omar’s name numerous times, even screamed out, “Sweet Jesus!” as this sexual tyrant tore into me.

“Omar, you gonna make me… Oh baby, yeah! Yes!”

My manicured nails shredded the green silk sheets. It was so intense I was in a trance. For fifteen minutes, he didn’t let up, not for air. He was a beast between my ass cheeks. He ate out my ass, sucked on my lips and chewed me up.

I panted, feeling my legs weakening. I was about to collapse. Tears began trickling down my cheeks. With my eyes shut, my husband took control of my body. I felt his big black hard dick sliding deep into me. I gasped again, with my grip never loosening around the bed sheets. His nuts slammed against my ass, as he pulled my hair, while he thrust his erection in and out of me. Piercing screams escaped the room walls, and I’m sure you could hear echoes of bliss in the hallway.

Omar pushed me down on my stomach, pressed his body against me, froggy-style and continued to fuck me. His body grinded against me heavily, his hands clasped into mine. My legs spread widely and he was like a tree trunk inside of me.

“Baby, I’m gonna...”

“Come in me, baby… Ooh yeah, take it. It’s your pussy.”

I wanted to feel him nut in me. Contracting my pussy muscles around his dick, the friction was almost unbearable. His grip tightened, and he rocked himself on top of me faster and faster, screaming, “Damn, your pussy is so, so good. Oh shit, baby… Oh shit! Ah… Ugh ah shit.”

I felt him squirming around on top of me. He trembled, was breathless and sweaty all at once. Omar collapsed next to me on his back and looked at me with satisfying eyes. I couldn’t move. The dick kept me paralyzed for a moment.

“What brought that on?”

“You’re my wife now, it’s gotta get better from now on.” He smiled.

“Ooh baby, baby I’m not complaining baby. You did your thing.”

He smiled and kissed me hard. I was spent and drooled all over him. I couldn’t get up, or move. My first time having sex as a married woman and I loved every minute. Omar nestled against me, kissing me on the back of my shoulder, proclaiming his love for me once again.

I couldn’t be happier. He had his arms wrapped around me, my back pressed against his chest, I felt safe and protected with him. He made me his wife, and I know not too many brothers in his position would be willing to make such a commitment.

Before I fell asleep, I whispered a prayer with my husband lying next to me. I wanted our marriage to last and we stay happy. We were going to have ups and downs, but I wanted our marriage to be strong. My aunt always told me, if you put God first, everything else falls into place. I was a believer.