Chapter 9 - The Husband I Waited For

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Chapter 9: The Alpha I Married

I married an alpha, not just any alpha but my husband, Corey. The guy who took my virginity last night and then slept with his cock still inside me, cuddling me like I was his most precious possession. He’s hot, built, cocky, bossy, hilarious, and somehow legally mine now. Don’t ask me how I scored this beautiful man. I’m still catching up. Still learning how to take his nine...um, nine-and-a-half-inch cock.

He’s been “training” me all day by asking me to wear a butt plug around the resort.

His words: “Liam, baby. This is for your own good.” Said it’d help my freshly wrecked hole stretch out better for his big thick cock. Said I needed to “adapt.”

And I have been plugged. Since breakfast.

Imagine being in this luxury beachfront villa with three infinity pools, gourmet restaurants, a private butler… and me, walking around with a plug up my ass like it’s normal. We sipped fancy cocktails in a cabana. He fed me grilled shrimp while rubbing my thigh under the table. We kissed under the cabana near the pool. And the entire time, yep..plugged.

I’m leaking and stretched and maybe a little obsessed.

We just got back from a romantic sunset ATV ride through the cliffs; a very bumpy ride that nearly had me moaning on the back of the bike. Now we’re finally in the suite. The room smells faintly like vanilla, and the glass doors are still open, letting in the warm ocean breeze.

I sit down carefully on the edge of the bed and immediately regret it. The butt plug pushes a little deeper into my hole, and I let out a soft moan without meaning to.

Across the room, Corey’s standing in front of the mirror, running his hand through his hair, fixing it like he’s not already stupidly perfect. He pauses mid-stroke and turns his head slightly.

“You alright, baby?”

I groan. “it depends on what you mean by alright”

He smirks at me in the reflection. “I mean...if your hole is doing okay?”

“Well” I mutter, shifting my weight and grimacing. “That ATV ride rearranged my insides.”

“Good,” he says, grinning. “Your training’s working perfectly fine then.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Training. You sound like you’re prepping me for the Olympics.”

He finally turns around, walking toward me slow and cocky, like he knows exactly what I need. “I am,” he says. “But not for running or swimming, baby. For taking your husband’s dick. The sport you married me for.”

I bury my face in my hands. “Oh my god, Corey.”

Corey just laughs, then drops down next to me on the bed. "Don't act shy now," he says, nudging my knee with his. "You've been a champ all day. Plug still in?"

“Yes, of course,” I groan. “Hitting my spot every couple of seconds like it’s on a mission.”

Corey laughs, that deep, smug sound that makes me want to kiss him so bad.

Then, with a low voice, I ask, “Corey… should I take it out now?”

He walks over, leans down, and kisses my neck, slow and deliberate. “Not at the moment, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing up my jaw, then my cheek. “Not yet.” He kisses me on the lips..soft, then deeper. “We still have dinner to attend to.”

I moan from how soft his lips felt on mine..

“Just a little more time,” he continues, lips still close to mine. “Then I’ll remove the plug after dinner, after we have some fine Italian food… and when we come back…”

He smirks. “I’ll replace the plug with my own little Italian sausage.”

I laugh into his mouth, pushing his chest playfully. “Little?..Corey, seriously? Even you know that nine and a half fucking inches of cock is not ‘little’ by any means.”

He kisses my forehead with that faux-sweet voice he uses whenever he’s being an asshole in love. “Oh, baby. Liam. My sweet husband.”

He leans back, stretches, then heads over to his suitcase. I lay back on the bed, arms splayed, staring at the ceiling. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he rummages through his things, and then he pulls out a pair of black gym shorts and a compression tee.

I blink. “Are you seriously going for a workout right now? Aren’t you tired?”

Corey doesn’t answer right away. He peels his shirt off slowly, annoyingly hot and then slides down his pants, leaving him in nothing but tight silver Calvin Klein underwear that leaves very little to the imagination.

He turns toward me, smirking like he knows what I’m thinking.

“My dear Liam…” he says, voice dripping with drama. “If you want your husband to look like this....”

He glances down at his chest, then bounces his pecs...left, then right.

I swear I forgot how to breathe.

The bounce was so clean. So smug. So fucking intentional. The way his pecs moved under that golden post-sunset skin, each muscle teasing me like they had their own personalities. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

He smirked and looked back up. “...then I gotta go for a quick workout session to maintain this physique you love so much.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, eyes dragging slowly down his body like I was seeing it for the first time. That stupid narrow waist. Those carved abs. The v-line that made my brain stop working. “Well,” I said, tilting my head, “you possibly couldn’t get hotter than this.”

Corey laughed, running his fingers through his hair as he stepped back from the suitcase. “You think so, baby?” He curled his right arm into a tight flex, showing off the thick bicep, then switched to the left. His veins popped slightly, skin still sun- warmed from the ATV ride. “How does it feel, Liam? Being married to a grade-A, alpha stud?” He winked. “You lucky little thing.”

Before I could answer, he bounced his pecs again; left, right, then both together. My mouth opened, a sound came out, but I honestly don’t know what it was.

“Fuck, I love it.. Corey,” I said, practically whispering. “I love it… and you...”

Corey’s cocky grin softened just enough for his real voice to come through. “I love you too, babe.”

He moved towards me, leaned down and gave me one more kiss, it was quick and warm, just a soft press of lips, then he put on his compression shirt like he was modelling it for me. And of course, I watched every second of it like the horny, married idiot I’d become.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them, drifted right down to the bulge in his silver Calvin Klein briefs. That waistband shimmered in the soft light, the brand name catching on his obliques like he was the brand’s official model. The way those tight briefs hugged his crotch? Unreal. It looked like he was half-hard already, but honestly, I couldn’t even tell, Corey’s cock looked massive even when flaccid.

“And I love you too,” I mumbled, not even sure if I was saying it to him or… to his dick.

Corey caught me. Of course he did. He stared at me through the mirror and grinned. “You’re talking to my cock, aren’t you.”

My eyes snapped up like a guilty puppy. “Sorry…”

“No, no, baby,” he said, turning around with that smug alpha swagger.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Corey said, voice low and amused as his thumbs slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear. “You’re literally married to this cock, baby. This is your husband’s cock.”

He peeled the briefs down slowly, teasingly, like he knew I was hanging on every inch that came into view. They slid down his muscular thighs and dropped to the floor with a soft rustle. And then, there it was; his massive cock.

Thick, long and perfect..in all it’s glory. It hung there, lazy and beautiful, probably six or seven inches even when it wasn’t fully hard. That subtle curve, the deep tan of the shaft, the soft pink head glistening just slightly from the start of arousal, it was art. No, it was filth. It was both. And I’d married it.

“I mean it,” Corey said, catching my gaze and smirking. “Don’t ever apologize for loving my cock. It’s your right now..forever. You better get used to seeing me nake-d, babe… because you’re gonna be looking at your husband’s big cock for the rest of your life.”

I didn’t even respond. I couldn’t. My eyes drifted lower, drawn to his balls. They looked so fucking full and heavy. Almost angry with how loaded they seemed.

“Corey,” I said quietly, “your balls… they look so fucking full.”

He chuckled, cupping them casually. “Oh, you mean these?” He bounced them in his hand. “Yeah, they’re packed. Filled with baby-making batter, just for you.”

I snorted, grinning. “Corey, you know there’s no baby-making happening with your cum and me, right?”

He winked. “I know you can’t technically get pregnant but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try my hardest to knock you up. Every single night, getting as deep as I possibly can, and planting my sweet Italian jizz deep inside you.”

Fuck, he was insane. I licked my lips without even realizing it, eyes fixed on that thick, hanging cock. It made my mouth water. I wanted it again so bad.. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could speak, Corey turned around and reached for his gym shorts.

“Uhm… Corey. aren’t you forgetting something?. ”

He glanced back at me, all innocent. “What, baby?”

“Are you seriously not going to wear underwear to the gym?”

He laughed, loud and unbothered, as he tucked his massive cock into his shorts.
“Nope. Why would I? Gotta let the boys breathe.”

“Babe, but-” I stuttered, eyes darting straight to his crotch as he turned around.

Fuck. The outline of his cock was right there, swinging slightly beneath those tight gym shorts. Thick and so heavy. Like it was just asking to be noticed.

“People might see it. You’re already so fucking huge and if you’re freeballing during a workout, those girls are gonna be drooling. All over you.”

Corey just laughed and stepped closer, cocky as ever. “Liam, you are so cute, baby. I love it when you get all jealous and possessive.”

Then, with that same smug grin, he took my hand and pressed it against the warm, thick bulge over his shorts. My fingers sank into it; barely. The thing was dense. Heat radiated off him. I could feel the shape of it, the sheer mass, and I swear it twitched under my palm.

“This…” he said, voice low, “is yours and only yours.”

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Let 'em look, baby. Let 'em drool. Let everyone see that my beautiful husband deserves the biggest cock in the room.

Because his husband? Is the luckiest fuckin’ man alive.”

I let out a sigh, giving him a look. “Okay, fine,” I muttered. “But you better turn around the second anyone stares.”

Corey smirked. “Oh baby,” he said, already walking toward the door, “why don’t you come with me to the gym? Make sure no one’s staring… or better yet, maybe do a few squats.”

He glanced back, eyes glinting. “Oops. No no. We wouldn’t want that plug falling out.”

“Corey!” I groaned, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it one-handed, laughing.

“A couple more hours,” he said, wagging a finger as he pulled the door open. “Don’t take the plug out, baby. Or you’ll be struggling to take my cock tonight.”

He paused. “And I wanna love you deep tonight.”

I bit my lip, heat rising in my face, groin, everywhere. “You better,” I mumbled.

“Just… try not to get thrown out for indecent exposure.”

Corey winked. “No promises. But I have my smart ass lawyer with me”

And with that, he headed out, cock swinging gently in those gym shorts, no underwear, no shame. I just flopped back on the bed, legs spread, still stuffed, and stared at the ceiling like a man defeated.

Fuck, I’d married a monster. And I loved him for it.

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