His voice rumbled so low she could barely hear it. “Give it to me, baby. Give me your sweet pussy. Huh? Yeah, baby.”
Bridget couldn’t hold back anymore. She wanted him. She wanted to give herself to him and to take him for herself. She got herself into this situation. Now she had to grab it with both hands and make it her own. She might as well enjoy herself to her limit.
She pushed herself up to kiss him, and her hands found his waistband. She towed him harder between her legs and ground her pussy against his bulge. His breath caught on his lips, and he sucked the saliva back with a sudden hiss.
Her hands moved of their own accord. They danced over his button and eased down the zipper. She plunged her hand into his pants and unleashed the dragon from its hidden chamber.
Chapter 7
Bridget eyed the wicked monster throbbing in her hand. Its veins stuck out sharp and dangerous along its length. A single drop of jizz glistened on its one eye. Her other hand came forward, and she cradled it between her cool palms.
Roy’s mouth fell open in a silent O. Bridget fixed her eyes on him. The more she moved her hands back and forth, the more his power flowed into her. Their positions reversed. She had him where she wanted him. He was her dessert, her treat, her sweet reward.
She massaged the devil between his legs and eased his pants down to his chiseled thighs. His stomach showed up in a firm tight triangle pointed down toward where her hands clamped around his base.
His eyes burned as hot as ever, but now she answered them with her own power. She owned him. She had him by his very manhood. She cupped his balls in one hand and squeezed until he gasped out loud.
As she moved her hand, she drew back the skin back from his head and enjoyed the ragged groan torn from his lips. “Stroke it, baby. Stroke it hard. Fuck, I want to be inside you so bad right now.”
She tried to guide it between her legs, but he hung back. He growled low. “Come on, baby. Make me so hard. Oh, Jesus, that feels so good. That’s right. God damn, don’t stop.”
She worked it harder and faster. She cinched one hand around his base and stroked the skin over his shaft. That wicked head poked out to stare at her. She loved it so much. She needed it inside her. She couldn’t decide whether to bring it inside her or fall down and suck it.
He made the decision for her. He took a tiny step forward, and his monster cock came up against her pussy. She could only follow it in. His taut umbrella nudged her quivering lips aside, and the glistening film smoothed over its head. Roy panted for breath. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
She could only stare at the thing working into her welcoming hole. Her tissues surrounded it in luscious furling petals. Her flesh sobbed open to receive that one-eyed monster.
He moved forward one inch at a time. He gyrated his hips to screw it in. Every inch cost her a whining sob. He nodded down at her and snarled. “Is that good for you, baby? Is that nice? Does that feel good? Come on, baby. Come on. That’s it. You like it, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer. She frowned up at him. Then her frown changed to a pathetic pleading whine. God, that felt so good! Her whole being hungered for him to fill her up. She held her breath to get him inside her, but not too fast. She wanted to savor every pulsing inch of his thick cock working into its hole.
Just when she thought he would thrust it home, he eased back. He lingered near her opening until she couldn’t stand it.One micron at a time, he found his way up that golden path to her warm nest. She dangled on the brink of colossal climax more than once, but she couldn’t leap out and grab him. She leaned back against the wall and let him drill in nice and slow. When he came to the tightest end of her passage, he rotated his hips in a circle and side to side to excite her hidden places.
She howled in glorious ecstasy. Now that he was in, he started punching his tool into her depths. At first, he gave her only quick short bumps. The skin caught against her flesh so he stroked inside himself with no friction at all. Their excited tissues lay skin on skin. Only a subtle thump of his manhood against her bones knocked her back to the wall.
Her thighs waved with every soft pulse of his hips. Her ass squashed flat into the shelf. He moved just a little faster. His skin dragged through her throbbing channel until she couldn’t stand the intensity. He angled one way and then the other to stab right and left. He excited every part of her to delirious pleasure.
Once he got his full range of motion going, he anchored his fists on the shelf next to her hips. He pushed his chest against her bare breasts and drove his hips between her legs. Now his prick withdrew its whole length until it hooked behind her pubic bone. Then he pumped it in deep to make her leap away with a squeal.
He laid his big head against her cheek and pounded his piston through the flowery darkness to ignite her orgasm again. He muttered wordless curses into her ear. Some primal part of her understood those devilish suggestions. That animal part of her wanted to root and hump and roll with him through the dirt and muck and steaming jungle of appetite and desire. Her panting moans answered him in the same language.
His hips struck her thighs to bounce them upward each time he nailed her. Her ass scraped the shelf raw, but nothing could stop his rhythm. His hot breath burned her ear and in against her brain. Once his tongue slipped into her ear, and the incredible hot wetness screamed to her soul.
She couldn’t lean back any further. Her shoulders hurt from banging the hard wood. She threw her arms around his shoulders and hung on. His iron muscle supported her and protected her, even as his bulk plunged through her defenses to lay her bare. She needed him. She needed him in there. She needed him against her.
She sank her teeth into his neck. The scent of the cologne on his skin melted in her senses. She could eat that candy every day and never get tired of it. It infused her mouth with his wild masculine energy, his intoxicating maleness.
God, that thick cock stroking through her cunt destroyed her like nothing else. It hurt beyond endurance with its inflexible hardness, but her pussy hugged it closer. Every icy thrust sent contacting waves down his length to tighten her around him. His ridges and veins popped over muscles until she exploded.
She bit his neck. His teeth clamped on her ear, but nothing could stop the climax tearing her apart. He thrust into her against the wall with all his power, which sent her down his cock faster and hotter than ever.His balls whipped into her crack to spread the jizz over her cheeks.
She screamed against his skin. She screamed her heavenly orgasm to his blood. She wept and cried for mercy, but she wouldn’t get it from him. He only plowed his piston harder against her saturated cunt to blast her to pieces.
His fingers crept a little further under her ass. He dug between her cheeks to find that black hole to her inner self, but he didn’t stick it in. He lifted her ass off the shelf to bring her to him. He coordinated his hands and hips together so she swayed in his arms. He worked his rod through her climactic convulsions to excite his shaft in her cunt.
She went limp under his masterful treatment. She let him slam her into his hips and split her furrow in half. She let him shoot her into space on his rocket blasts plunging into her being. She came all over his cock until it emerged out of her and collected around her lips.
He wasn’t finished with her, though. Not by a long shot. He would never be finished with her. She would have taken his hot load and gone back to the church with his jizz dripping from her cunt, but she never even got her dress pulled down.
He bumped off her and his snake whipped out of her swollen cunt. The air chilled her damp flesh, but only for an instant. He lifted her ass all the way off the shelf to stand in front of him. He gave her a kiss, spun her around, and pushed her down face first on the same shelf.
She cried out in surprise, but she couldn’t fight back. What was the point when she really did want it? She really did want him to keep taking her and taking her, forever. So what if she missed the wedding? So what if Ben never spoke to her or Roy again for fucking in the b
room closet instead of coming to the church where they belonged? Who cared about anything when he held her down and invaded her from behind with that expert prick of his?
His fingers laced through her hair. Who cared if he messed it up and she went to the church looking like a street walker after a rough client? With one yank, he reined her head back so her spine arched up. Her ass stuck up in the air, right where he wanted it.
He growled through his bared fangs. His other hand pushed her waist down to hyperextend her shoulders. He probed between her thighs until he found the open slit where he belonged.
She groaned and whimpered, but he was already there. He already started his torturous circles, creeping his tentacle into her to make her scream. His cum-stained prick ate its way into her insides. He repeated the same trick of laying his skin folds along her puffy channel and rocking just enough to stop the shaft sliding. He bumped his wicked tip against her cervix. Oh, Jesus, don’t do this to me.
He was already doing it. He reveled in her moaning sighs. He wanted her wet and panting and wide open to his driving shaft. The harder he thrust, the faster he beat his hips against her voluptuous ass, the louder he gasped for breath.
He wrenched her head around, and his fierce eyes caught her under their spell. “Look at me, baby. Look me in the eyes.”
She sobbed louder than ever. She collapsed in his hands under his burning gaze. He wanted to see her reduced to his craven slave, and that’s what he got. His eyes bowed her before him. She bent over to take his meat into her already-quivering cunt. She was his. She was ruined.
He didn’t wait as long this time. His excitement came to its natural limit. His engorged cock needed completion in her aching cunt. He pulled her back by the hair to pound his hips against her ass. Her flesh rippled across his blows, and his dragon prick buried its head in her delicious folds. Her spasms stroked his length. Her luscious wetness mouthed along his shaft.
A feral roar rose out of his being between his teeth. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. He kept her head turned so she had no choice but to watch him get off. His body kept working on its own, even after his mind stopped functioning. He plowed his lance into her to milk the last drops.
Chapter 8
The flower girl and then the other bridesmaids walked down the aisle to take their places by the altar. No one remained in the vestry but Bridget and Sheila.
Ben waited at the altar with his men lined up at his side. Roy stood stock still at Ben’s shoulder. He clasped his hands in front of him and fixed his eyes straight ahead—straight ahead at Bridget.
She had to walk down that aisle, too. She had to stand here and listen to the music playing while he stared her down. Of everyone in the church, only he knew her pussy still twitched and tingled between her legs where he fucked her senseless not ten minutes before.
She dared not smooth her dress down or touch her hair now. Every eye in the church turned around to stare at her. Her breasts lay appropriately covered up under her neckline. Her cleavage showed up white and soft below her neck. She already checked her hair in the vestry mirror, and it looked fine, too.
Still, she couldn’t stop Roy’s eyes exposing her body under that dress. To him, her tits still hung out bare and excited for him to grab and devour. To him, the curvy ass under her taffeta gown stuck out for him to pinch and squeeze and fuck.
Holy crap! What was she thinking, fucking this guy within minutes of escorting her brother to the altar? Did she smell as much like sex as she felt? Could every guy in the bridal party tell what she had just been doing?
There was Roy with his hard steel eyes. He might as well be fucking her right now. She never doubted for an instant he thought about it. Holy God! Right in front of her eyes, he opened his mouth and ran his snake tongue over his teeth in open lust. No one saw it but Bridget. Everyone turned their backs on him to stare at her. What was she going to do? How could she walk down the aisle with him licking his teeth like that?
His tongue made her inner lips quiver all over again. Christ, no one could fuck like him! How could she get through this weekend without caving into his hands again….and again….and again?
The time came. She had no choice but to start walking. She took the first step and then the next. Once she got going, her legs moved by themselves. She could concentrate on the burning wetness between her legs. Man, if only she could get him down there again, she would.
Once people faced the front again, he didn’t stick his tongue out anymore. He resumed his impassive composure, but he didn’t fool her. He still thought about her. He still imagined her spread wide open with her tits hanging free in his hands. He fucked her. He nailed her silly and he would do it again at the first opportunity.
She glided into place without falling on her face. She moved over to the bride’s side, but when she took her place behind Sheila, she realized her mistake. She found herself facing him again. She should have chosen to stand with the groom’s party. She would have been behind him where he couldn’t see her.
The ceremony started, and the minister lectured the audience on the sanctity of marriage. Roy’s eyes tiptoed down Bridget’s front with languid slowness. He inspected every square millimeter of her skin, her lips, her hair, her dress, her tits, her stomach, her hips, and ass, all the way down her legs and back up to her face. He could take all the time he wanted, and she couldn’t move.
To everyone else, he remained solid and immovable. He backed up Ben and kept him solid through the vows and the rings and the sermon. No one could ask for a better best man.
Only Bridget saw what really went on in his mind. He undressed her and ate her up with his eyes. His shoulders rose and fell with his breath. He didn’t move his tongue inside his mouth or purse his lips. All the other bridesmaids faced him, and he never gave them any reason to suspect.
Bridget saw, though. She couldn’t help but see that hard glint in his eyes. His eyes crawled all over her. They squeezed her tits, smacked her bent-over ass, and fingered her slit. They pinched her nipples ‘til they stuck straight through her dress. Did the rest of the groom’s men see her roiling in anguish?
The moment came when Ben and Larissa faced the ecstatic church full of their loved ones. They joined hands and ran into the sunshine amid a shower of confetti.
The bridesmaids and groom’s men had to run out behind them, but Bridget wasn’t anywhere near Roy. He curved out of his place into the aisle, broke into a big grin, and grabbed Sheila’s hand. Sheila laughed, and they ran out together behind Ben and Larissa.
Bridget hated Sheila for that. How could she, Bridget Poppins, be so childish as to begrudge her friend the pleasure of Roy’s attention? Sheila concocted every subterfuge imaginable to get Roy to notice her, and now he had. Why did that infuriate Bridget so much? Why should she care if Roy looked at another woman? She should be relieved.
Bridget found herself next to Tommy. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Now she really was relieved. She could take his hand and run out into the sunshine, too. She didn’t have to worry about falling into his hands.
The sun blinded her and brought her to her senses. She ran back to the hotel, but she couldn’t change out of this dress just yet. She had to get through all the pictures, the whole reception, and every other God-forsaken part of this wedding before she could take it off. She couldn’t even sneak off to her room to get herself a fresh pair of panties. She even had to sit next to Roy during the dinner.
She didn’t have to face him for the pictures, though. All she had to do was stand there and smile. Would she look back at these pictures and remember her escapade in the broom closet? Would she have to remember, every time she looked at them, how fucking horny she was through the whole ceremony? Her brother’s wedding would forever symbolize sex and her own unbridled passion.
To her eternal relief, the part of the picture-taking in which she had to participate ended soon enough. She faded into the crowd while Ben and Larissa took more pictures by themselves. She star
ted thinking about making a discrete exit when Roy crossed her path. He turned to face her. Without saying a word, he inclined his head toward the hotel.
She shook her head. She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t run off with him, not now. She already almost blew the whole wedding. She couldn’t run the risk of Ben finding out—or worse yet, her parents.
She almost bolted then and there, but before she got a chance, Rex shouted from the crowd, “To the reception!”
The mob crushed against Bridget, and she lost sight of Roy in the commotion. Sheila appeared and linked arms with her. The crowd swept her along. She could be happy then with a hundred bodies protecting her. None of them wanted her to have sex with them. She let out a shaky breath.
Ben threw his arm around her shoulder. His cheeks glowed. He hugged and congratulated everyone in sight, but he split off when the crowd got near the garden. Everyone rushed into the dining room while he and Larissa stayed outside.
The moment she stepped through the doors, Bridget’s mother caught her by the arm. Shouts and cheers and conversation flew every which way, and her mother guided her toward her seat. Bridget’s blood ran cold. That broad back in the chair next to hers meant only one thing. He was already there. He was waiting for her.
Her heart sank. Her mother shoved her forward. “Sit down! We have to be ready when Ben and Larissa make their entrance.”
Bridget dug in her heels. “Can’t we stand?”
“No!” her mother hissed.
Her mother whizzed off to the next guest in need of management. She left Bridget no choice. She had to sit down. She had to sit down right next to Roy. He didn’t turn around. He didn’t look at her. His silent back did the work his eyes did in the church. They excited her already saturated tissues. They nagged her to fresh gusts of arousal. She throbbed for….for him.
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