Vegas Revenge Wedding

by Kelli Callahan

  “Not as good as this is going to be.” He positioned himself between my legs and pressed his cock against my wetness.

  The head of his dick began to push into me and I felt my pussy stretching to accommodate a man for the first time. There was an intense feeling of pressure at first when he began to open me up, but as he stretched me more, it began to hurt. I didn’t have any experience with size outside of what I had heard my friends discuss and the few times I had stumbled across porn online, but his cock appeared to be quite large. He pushed a little harder and I felt him begin to sink into the wetness further. My pussy was a lot wetter than it had ever been before after his saliva mixed with my orgasm, but it was still difficult for him to get his cock inside of me. The glans finally disappeared with a push and I felt it pulsate and go a little deeper. The pressure started again, followed by the pain. He withdrew slightly and pushed, letting it go deep enough to press on my hymen.

  I envisioned losing my virginity on my wedding night after I was engaged to Dane and I was about to lose it to my husband, but it wasn’t the man I thought it would be. He slid his cock back to the entrance of my pussy and groaned slightly as he pushed against my hymen again.

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’ve never fucked a virgin before—holy shit.” A throaty growl rose up in his throat as he pushed a little harder.

  “We can stop if it bothers you.” I moaned slightly—I definitely didn’t want him to stop.

  “Hell no.” He shook his head. “This pussy in mine.”

  He pulled back and when he entered me again, I knew he wasn’t going to stop when he hit my hymen. He slammed his cock against the thin webbing and kept going as it was torn away. I could feel the resistance, but only for a moment. The head of his dick destroyed it and stretched me until it started to burn along the area that was torn. He pulled back again and drove his cock in slightly faster, pushing past the spot where my hymen once stood as a symbol of my innocence. I felt him going deeper, but once he got to the point where the tightness was too much for him to easily push through, he withdrew and gave the area he had already stretched several quick thrusts.

  I felt the first tingle of pleasure I had experienced since he had started to penetrate me coursing through my body. It wasn’t quite the same as having his tongue against my clitoris, but the pleasure seemed to resonate from a different spot deep inside. My eyes opened wide when I felt it for the first time. He pushed deeper and then pulled back to give me several more quick thrusts. I moaned and felt my body begin to surge with a new feeling of excitement I had never felt before.

  “That feels good. Oh god, that feels so damn good.” I bit down on my lip and my head rolled back against the mattress when I felt his cock pushing deeper.

  “Just wait until I’m all the way inside of you.” He squeezed my inner thighs with both hands and pulled back to the entrance of my pussy again. “I’m going to make you beg for every orgasm, and there won’t be just one.”

  His cock kept going deeper, pushing into an unexplored part of my pussy that only seemed to intensify the sensations as he stretched me for his enormous girth. The quick thrusts were heaven, mixing with the hell of being forced to take more of his length. I knew it would be easier when he was all the way in, but getting there was a constant shift between pain and pleasure. As he went deeper, his thrusts seemed to get even faster. I could feel the pressure inside my body desperately craving another orgasmic release, but I wasn’t there yet. He kept thrusting himself into me until I felt something different—something that made the hairs on my head stand on end. My eyes practically rolled back in my skull and I felt a surge of pleasure that wasn’t even describable. I moaned and felt my breaths intensify while my heart raced even faster. Grady’s cock had found my g-spot and none of the stories I heard from my friends scraped the surface of how unbelievable it felt.

  “Don’t stop.” My hands squeezed his arms and I started to breathe heavier.

  “I bet you’re ready to beg for it now, aren’t you?” He pulled his cock across my g-spot several times in rapid succession.

  “Yes!” I nodded and bit down on my lip with a moan before my mouth opened with when he drove his cock into it again. “Please don’t stop!”

  He kept thrusting into me and I felt him go even deeper. My eyes were struggling to focus on anything and my other senses were in overdrive, but I suddenly felt his hips slam into my pelvis. I looked down and saw that he was all the way in and his thrusts were getting faster. The pleasure surged through my body with every passing second, building up the pressure inside of me that was screaming for a release. The moment belonged to him and my virgin pussy was his to claim. I didn’t want anything else but the passion boiling between us and heat of our skin connected together while we both chased the bliss I could tell was coming.

  His body moved against mine while his dick hammered me so hard the motions were hard to separate. He was deep inside me, gone, and deep again, over and over until my lust was the only thing I could focus on. The orgasm I had felt from his tongue was nothing like the one that was coming fast. With every thrust, he brought me closer to the edge. I felt my muscles tighten for a moment, almost like they were trying to cramp before I finally felt them begin to release. The pleasure surged through me and as my pussy spasmed against his pounding, I started to cum.

  “This is amazing!” I squealed and my mouth opened wide while my orgasm roared through my body.

  “Beg me for another one.” He leaned against my neck and started kissing. His lips moved to my ear and I heard his voice come out in a raspy whisper. “Beg for it.”

  “Please...” My words got caught in my throat as my orgasm finally began to fade. “Please make me cum again!”

  “I’m going to fuck you until I explode inside you.” He let out a faint growl before he pulled away and started to hammer his cock into me again.

  My pussy was sore from what he had already done to me, but when he got the motions going again, I was enthralled in his embrace. I needed to cum again and it was a combination of our lust mixing together in harmony. I could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of me each time he went deep and his breathing got heavier. His eyes had the same boiling desire I could feel inside my body and I knew he was getting close to the release he craved. His dick seemed to swell even more as he got closer and every stroke he drove inside me was a moment of pure bliss. My pussy got tight on him once the spasms had subsided, but I could feel them starting to get more intense as he kept thrusting his cock into me. There was no turning back and I was going to cum. I felt my muscles tightening, almost cramping, as they were forced to clench from the pleasure coursing through my veins. My moans got louder and then I felt my body shaking. The orgasm filled me with pleasure for the third time that night and I squirmed underneath him while the wave of bliss rolled across my body.

  “You’re making me cum again!” My mouth opened so wide my jaw stretched wider than it ever had before while my pussy began to spasm on his cock.

  “This time you’re going to make me cum, too.” His breathing turned to grunts as he hammered himself into my orgasm.

  The pulsations in his cock got faster and then I felt his hips begin to move in a chaotic fashion, slammed with no real rhythm between the thrusts. He went deep and held himself there for a moment before starting to pound my pussy like a jackhammer with quick thrusts that stayed on my g-spot the entire time. His abdominal muscles tightened and I could feel his arms tensing so hard I thought they would burst before they finally released. I felt cum surging through his shaft and then it exploded inside of me. His hot, sticky manhood mixed with the multiple orgasms I had already experienced and the feeling of him unloading inside my pussy made me start to cum once more. The orgasm bellowed on top of the previous one, taking me to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know could exist.

  He pumped himself deep in my pussy while my spasms milked his shaft and squeezed his glans. After the first explosion, he had several more quick bursts that
filled me with more of his seed before he was finally spent. He stayed there with our bodies joined for almost a minute before he started to withdraw. I was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that I could hardly breathe. He sank down onto the mattress and pulled me into his arms as he stretched out. It felt like every inch of my skin was connected to him in some way as the afterglow of my bliss left me numb to everything but his caress.

  “I’ve never experienced anything like that...” My words came out as a mutter, barely audible above the thumping of my heart.

  “Of course not, you were a fucking virgin.” He chuckled slightly and pressed his lips to my shoulder, moving them towards my ear. “But now that I’ve had a taste of you, I want more.”

  “I thought you hated me.” I sighed deeply and turned towards him.

  “I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” His hand moved along my ribs, grazing me lightly with his fingertips.

  “You don’t even like me a little bit?” I raised my eyebrows and felt a smile creeping across my face.

  “Let’s go with—I hate you less than I did yesterday.” His hand moved between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “If you give me more of this, I’ll probably hate you even less tomorrow.”

  “So you’re coming back tomorrow?” I felt the smile widen and I pushed my pussy against his fingers as he touched me.

  “I guess I have to—we’re married, after all.” He pulled his hand away from my pussy and I snuggled closer to him.

  I slept like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders and I had no idea why. My father wasn’t safe, I was still married to a man I didn’t know, and I had destroyed the life of his brother. I didn’t deserve the peace I felt in Grady’s arms, but I clung to it because it was only semblance of sanity I had felt in a long time.

  When my dreams consumed me, I saw myself in a different life. I was no longer the scared girl that feared every day would be the one her father didn’t come home. I was safe, happy, and standing in a kitchen with the children I always wanted to have playing on the floor. It was the life I had envisioned for myself when I was a young girl—the life I thought would come when I grew up. That dream faded when I realized it wasn’t going to be handed to me and it was too complicated to actually obtain with the world around me falling apart. It wasn’t a life I ever wanted with Dane—he was just the means to an end. It definitely didn’t seem like the kind of life I could have with someone like Grady. I wasn’t sure what the future held, but in that moment, I was just happy to have a brief respite from the chaos of my own mind.

  Chapter 6: Grady

  She’s probably just playing me—I might be a bigger fool than my brother was.

  When I first met Monica, I was jealous that my brother had managed to get a girl that hot. Once I got to know her, the jealousy faded. I could sense that something wasn’t quite right between them in the early days. She adapted to change too quickly. She went from a poor girl who had never seen the inside of a church to quoting scripture with him almost overnight. When she found out about his abstinence pledge, which I thought was pure insanity to begin with, she was ready to jump in with both feet and keep her legs tightly closed while doing so.

  It just didn’t add up. I had seen gold diggers before and that seemed to be the only part of her that was transparent. Laying there with her in my arms made things more confusing than they had been when I decided to go through with my plan. I understood why she was trying to marry my brother and it wasn’t just greed. She was trying to protect her family just like I had been trying to do. She looked gorgeous in my arms and I was the first man to fuck her. That bonded us more than the piece of paper we signed to become husband and wife.

  Am I feeling something for her? I should just go—this isn’t my problem.

  I crawled out of bed and left her there in her slumber. It only took me a couple of minutes to get dressed, but I still sat on the edge of the bed for a little longer watching her beautiful body curled up in the remnants of our lust. I could have easily crawled between her legs and enjoyed another moment, but I didn’t want to wake her. She looked like she needed sleep and after what we had done, she was completely exhausted.

  I walked into the living room and heard her father lightly snoring on the couch. The pain pills had knocked him on his ass and he didn’t even stir when I entered the room. The black SUV was gone from the front of the house, but the black sedan had returned. In the light of the day, I could see the man’s sunglasses reflecting in the sunlight. He wasn’t really trying to hide. I made sure the door was locked before walking into the kitchen and starting a cup of coffee. I was going to at least make good on my promise and stay there with them until she woke up again—I owed her that much.

  What a fucking mess.

  I couldn’t help but wonder why Walter Grant had changed his business model and started getting so aggressive with his debt collection practices. Even though I didn’t want to get in the middle of what was going on between him and Monica’s father, I was curious to find out what was going on with my old boss.

  It had been a couple of years since he had called me for a job, but it was usually him putting the brakes on me when I wanted to get what was owed through violence. I figured that was why he stopped calling, but it seemed like there might be more going on than that. I didn’t push the issue or contact him, even though money had been tight once I went from having steady work to doing odd jobs just to make enough money to drink and tip the strippers. If Walter Grant’s tactics had changed, he might have a place for me in his organization again. I might even be able to buy a little time for Monica’s father, even if it wasn’t my problem. The longer he stayed safe, the longer I could keep Monica’s sweet pussy wrapped around my cock on a regular basis—that was definitely a priority after having a taste.

  “YOU LEFT ME...” MONICA walked into the kitchen and started pouring a cup of coffee several hours after she had finally fallen asleep.

  “We can go back to bed if you’re ready to stay awake for a little bit.” I grinned and squeezed her ass when she walked by me.

  “Dad will be waking up soon.” She pushed my hand away.

  “Yeah, well, we can feed him more pain pills.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into my lap before she could get too far away.

  “Do you solve all your problems by drugging people?” She narrowed her eyes at me. “That is what you did to me isn’t it? There’s no way I would have went that crazy without something more than alcohol.”

  “Sorry it wasn’t the wedding of your dreams.” I grinned and pulled her closer for a kiss.

  Monica’s lips sent electricity through me, igniting the same spark I felt when I had her in my arms for the first time. She kissed me with the same passion coating my lips and our tongues swirled together. My cock started to get hard in my pants and I unbuttoned them quickly. Monica hips shifted against me as I pushed my zipper down and pulled my cock out of my boxers. My hands moved underneath the gown she had put on and I found that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pushed her leg across my lap until she was straddling me and her pussy was flush against my cock. Our lips continued to twist in the seal of our kiss as I slowly started to enter her, feeling the same tight paradise that had made me explode a few hours earlier. She was finally forced to pull away from our kiss just to gasp for air when I entered her. Her head rolled back against her shoulder and she latched onto me as she started to descend on my cock. Once I was fully inside of her she moved against me, lifting up in the chair and slowly sliding down my shaft again.

  “We shouldn’t do this—my father could wake up at any minute.” Her body was saying yes, even if she was fighting against the pleasure she craved.

  “You would have worn panties if you didn’t want to get fucked.” I squeezed her hips and forced her to lift up again and descend on my cock.

  “Just be quiet...” She bit her lip to suppress a moan.

  “I’ll be as loud as I want to be.” I pulled her gown up sli
ghtly and slapped her ass which echoed through the kitchen.

  “No!” She grimaced and gritted her teeth at me. “Don’t do that.”

  “You liked it.” I slapped her ass a little harder.

  “Yeah...” She moaned and started to move against me faster.

  Her idea of a quiet fuck wasn’t going to be realized, because the faster she moved against me, the more the chair started to slide on the floor. Her body jerked up and down on my cock and I could feel the excitement growing within her. She might have been a virgin when I took her to bed the first time, but the sexual hyena lingering below the surface was definitely learning to love what she had never had before. She rode my cock like her life depended on it, holding onto the back of my neck as she bounced in my lap, but every time the chair moved or the house creaked, she paused. It was an amazing feeling but she wasn’t going to make me cum that way.

  When I finally couldn’t take anymore, I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table. I needed to take control and I didn’t care if the house came crashing down around us—I was going to get the release I craved. I hammered her pussy, making the table shake with every single thrust.

  “Oh god!” Her face tensed up and her concern about the noise faded as she started spiraling towards bliss.

  I drove my cock deep inside her pussy until I could feel it throbbing. She was so tight that it still took a lot of effort just to keep pounding her, but each thrust made it a little easier. I felt her body start to tighten in my arms and she was close to an orgasm. I knew feeling her pussy spasming with pleasure would send me over the edge. I had to fight against it just to keep making her cum when we were in bed. I started to keep my cock centered on her g-spot until I finally felt the first spasm start. I fucked her orgasm as hard as I could, grunting as every clench made my balls tingle. They tightened and I knew I was about to explode. The cum surged through my shaft and then started to rush into her like a volcanic eruption of pleasure. I kept hammering her as my seed was released, driving my cock deep each time another surge of cum started to spew from my glans. I slowed my pace, keep the motion going until her orgasm was over and every drop was drained out of my balls.