Soul Sucker
Married Life

Ingrid Anderson (Frances Dortmund’s) POV

South Beach, Miami, Florida

Saturday, December 31, 2022

“We need to get changed soon, Mom,” Lana said as she walked over with my wrap. It was late afternoon on South Beach, and I was one of the beautiful people attracting attention. The tiny red bikini would be illegal in most states, and the dental floss-like thong wouldn’t interfere with my tan. I got up from the chair in our private section of the beach and pulled the thin silk dress over my head.

Landon, his lawyer Doug, and a few close friends flew here on a private jet yesterday after a delay in closing on the sale of his company. I’d been here for three days, hitting the beach and the spa with my family. I’d even fed once the first night in the alley behind a nightclub from a drug dealer who wanted sex in exchange for Ecstasy. The wedding party had stayed in rooms at a luxurious South Beach hotel until this morning, but that wasn’t where the wedding and honeymoon would start. We kept one room for the bridal party this afternoon.

I’d been married hundreds of times before and wasn’t much for superstitions and silly traditions. The whole ‘groom can’t see the bride on the night before’ thing wasn’t happening. I also wouldn’t let him have a bachelor party without me. Instead, it was a gourmet dinner and dancing in the VIP section of a trendy South Beach club. We made love, slept as long as possible, then went our separate ways at checkout.

The hotel sent a hairstylist and makeup artist to Lana’s room to help us prepare for the sunset wedding. I wore a short toga-style dress in silver and white, with a jeweled tiara and matching silver heels. The push-up bra helped with my cleavage, and the short hemline and open shoulders emphasized my athletic physique and long legs. Lana’s light blue and silver dress set off her eyes and body perfectly. “You look perfect,” she told me as we stood up.

The hotel had a driver take us from the hotel to the nearby Miami Beach Marina and onto the pier. It stopped by the gangplank of the 120-foot-long yacht named Street Living. It was a brand-new Gulf Craft design focused on luxury and comfort. I saw Landon and the other guests standing by the Captain and crew of eight as we walked aboard.

“It’s beautiful,” I told my fiancé as I reached his side.

“The tour can wait,” he replied. “Let’s move this party up to the sun deck.”

It was there, at 5:40 PM on New Year’s Eve, that I said my vows and became Mrs. Landon Street. As the guests congratulated us, the crew took in lines, and we were underway. The staff and caterers served dinner as we headed out through the channel to the Atlantic. We danced and drank the night away, finally watching the fireworks off the beach at midnight.

“Time for some fireworks of our own,” I whispered to Landon as the last mortar fired.

“Allow me to show you the main cabin,” he said with a smile. He led me to a luxuriously appointed bedroom, a king-size bed dominating the room with windows on both sides. “What do you think?”

“I think I need a shower before you get me all dirty again,” I replied. I pushed the dress off my shoulder, allowing the thin fabric to fall to my waist. Landon was on me a second later, our kisses setting each other on fire. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside as I unbuttoned his silk shirt. Each new expanse of skin was a chance to kiss, suck, or nibble a little more.

I wanted more, but Landon had more patience than I did. He removed my hand from his shaft and pinned my wrists behind my back, holding them with his left hand. I could have escaped, but I wanted to preserve his perception of my relative weakness. Making me submit kept him hard, so I played along. “We’ll get to the shower soon enough,” he promised. He cupped a breast, pinching the nipple until I squealed and struggled against him. I felt his hand trail down my stomach, finally parting my sex as I squirmed. “You’re wet enough.”

“Please,” I begged him. “Fuck me, my husband. Take me hard and fast, and make me yours forever.”

“I’ll take you how and when I want,” he whispered. “And right now, I want you on your knees.”

“Yes, sir.” I lowered myself before him, holding my hands behind my back as my knees sank into the thick carpet. His cock bobbed before me, twitching with his need. I looked into his eyes as I kissed it. “My husband has a present for me?”

“Every day,” he said as he looked down. I took the spongy tip into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl it gently. I smiled around it, then began to push forward slowly, an inch at a time. I didn’t stop when it reached the back of my mouth; I swallowed around it, taking it deeper with each gulp until I had it all. I licked Landon’s balls while I watched the play of emotions on his face. “You are a beautiful little cocksucker, and you are MINE,” he growled.

I backed off just as slowly, never taking my eyes off him. “And you are MINE, my husband.” I went back to work on him, fellating him until I could feel the tremors that told me he was close. I started to move faster, eager to take his seed for the first time as a married couple.

He pushed me back before he could blow. “Your first married load should be deep in that fertile pussy,” he told me as he lifted me to my feet. He guided me to the port side of the cabin, where a long window flanked the bed. A curved couch hugged the bulkhead, narrowing to allow passage past the corner of the bed. He placed me with my knees spread wide on that narrow portion, my hands high against the glass. I could see the lights of Miami and all the other boats in the area as he held me there, my nipples against the cool glass. “Don’t move.”

He ran his hands down my body, paying attention to my sensitive nipples and inner thighs. I gasped as I felt his tongue and lips reach my dripping sex. “Don’t try to be quiet. I pay the crew for their discretion, and our guests expect us to get loud on our wedding night.” I moaned as his fingers pushed inside me, then his mouth returned to work. Minutes later, I screamed in pleasure as a powerful orgasm washed through me.

As husbands go, he was one of the better ones at pleasing me.

I wanted to turn around, but he put my hands back where they were. I felt his shaft between my legs as he moved closer, moving the tip to my slick entrance. Landon put the head in place, then drove forward until fully seated. I screamed at the sudden move, then kept it up as the pleasure took over. He was pounding the hell out of me as I watched the lights go by, and I loved it. I pushed back eagerly, working my muscles to squeeze him as he tried to pull out. “Take me, use me, OWN this married pussy,” I urged him. The sound of his hips smacking my ass filled the room as his big cock worked me into one orgasm, then the next soon after. “CUM IN ME, BREED ME NOW,” I yelled into the void as my body started to convulse.

He slammed into me, holding my hips tight as he shot a load deep inside. He let out a primal roar, louder even than my scream of pleasure. He kept me to his chest as he spun us away from the window, ending with me on his lap as he sat on the couch. Both of us were breathing hard as we came down from great sex. He was still firmly lodged in me, but our juices were leaking around the edges. Landon pressed a button on the intercom. “Ice water and towels for cleanup to the main cabin, please.”

“Right away, Mr. Street,” a female voice answered.

He didn’t move me from my spot straddling his legs. Instead, he started playing with my tits and rubbing my pussy again. “The steward will be here any minute,” I protested.

“So?” He pinched a nipple. “This is our honeymoon, and there will be a lot of sex and very few clothes for you. I will make love to you in every room, on every piece of furniture, and in every position that is physically possible. I don't care if the crew sees us.” I shuddered as his finger circled my clit. “The next year or two is about us having fun and enjoying our money before family and business obligations get in the way again.”

I was lost in the sensations as the door opened. A young, beautiful steward in the ship’s uniform of a polo shirt and white shorts entered the room with a tray and two towels. She wasn’t shocked at our appearance as she offered the glasses. “Would you like a wet washcloth first,” she asked softly.

“Please,” I replied. The steward returned with a warm towel just after Landon’s shrinking cock finally popped loose. I cleaned the mess from our laps, then dried us off while staying in place. I handed her the used towels. “That will be all.” She disappeared as quickly and quietly as she arrived. “This will take some getting used to.”

Landon drained half his glass, then took a large ice cube out and held it in his hand. “We have all the time in the world,” he told me. We shifted until I was reclined on the couch with him between my legs. He held the melting ice cube above me, licking the droplets off my tits as they dripped. “Ever get eaten out with an ice cube in the guy’s mouth?”

I was far more sexually experienced than the young European girl I was playing. I was used to playing innocent. My eyes got wide. “That’s going to be cold!”

“Cold and hot. It’s the contrast that makes it feel so good.” And he did make me feel good, giving me another orgasm before I proved that turnabout was fair play. We made it to the bed eventually, making love until the first rays of dawn.

I was enjoying this, and for the first time, I didn’t want to kill my mark just yet. Waiting a while would break the trends, and I needed a vacation.