Vegas Revenge Wedding

by Kelli Callahan

  “We should go inside.” I motioned towards the house when his lips parted from mine.

  “Somebody’s anxious.” He wrapped his hand around mine and started walking towards the door.

  “I just don’t want the neighbors to think I’m some kind of slut.” I followed behind him.

  The instant the door was closed and we were alone inside the confines of my house, he kissed me with even more passion and started moving my dress up my thighs with his hands. I knew it was going to happen. I was going to lose my virginity to a man I barely even knew. I was going to make a mistake—I was going to fuck Mr. Mistake. I felt my desire dripping from my pussy when he moved his hand underneath my dress and slid it across my thigh. His hand was so close to my pussy that I could almost feel his touch. His lips moved down my neck, up my neck, and he bit down on my earlobe. I was so lost in his touch that I felt like jelly in his arms.

  “Is the bedroom upstairs?” He moved his hand back and forth across the bare flesh of my inner thigh.

  “Yes.” I nodded quickly.

  As we kissed and started moving our way up the stairs, I saw Sebastian watching from underneath the coffee table. He looked absolutely mortified and he scurried away when Max pushed me against the wall, causing the picture frames to rattle. Max wrapped his hand around my panties and pushed them down to my knees. I let out a sigh of anticipation as he moved his hand up my thigh. When his finger pressed against my pussy, I gasped with surprise. The feeling of his finger on my virgin pussy made me quiver. He rubbed along my labia, briefly pressing into my wetness before stroking my labia again. He rubbed it for a couple of seconds and then started to rub my clitoris. My legs clenched and my panties fell to the floor at my feet.

  “Oh God...” My breath drew tight in my chest when I felt the surge of pleasure driven by his touch.

  “I bet you’re going to taste so good.” He rubbed my clitoris faster as his words escaped in a quick whisper.

  For a man that only cared about fucking me and leaving me to dwell on my mistake, he was certainly doing everything possible to make it an experience I didn’t forget. We continued making our way up the stairs, our bodies pressing against each other with the lust of our tongues and the movements of our hands. I ran my hands down his stomach and rubbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. When I felt the enormous girth, I had no reason to doubt that it was every bit of twelve inches—just like he said. As nervous as I was, I still wanted it. I craved the feeling of his cock inside of me. I guided him towards my bedroom and pushed open the door.

  “This is where you sleep?” He rubbed my clit again.

  “Yeah...” I moaned with pleasure.

  “You won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” He attacked my lips, pulling at my dress as he kissed me.

  His removed his hand from between my thighs, leaving my clitoris quivering with a need for his touch. He started removing my dress, pulling the zipper down in the back. When it was halfway down, he kissed the left strap off of my shoulder and then did the same for the right one. My dress fell down around my waist, exposing my bra. With a quick snap, he unfastened the clasp and pulled it down my arms. He squeezed both of my breasts and started licking my nipples, making them hard against his tongue. I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair as he did. My body tightened with excitement when he pushed my dress down and it circled my feet. I pushed off my high heel shoes and started pulling on the knot of his tie.

  “I want to taste you...” He slid his hand back between my legs and stroked my clitoris with his finger.

  I pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt. I leaned in and kissed his neck as his shirt was removed. His upper torso was a sculpted mountain of muscles. Each time he took a breath, they seemed to flex and bulge underneath my hands. He pushed me back towards the bed and I sank into the mattress. A hand was placed on each of my knees and he parted them, sliding between them as his lips kissed up my thighs. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, my body begging for more as I let my legs spread wide for his tongue to taste my unexplored pussy. He kissed, lightly dragging his tongue against my flesh, until it was on the edge of my labia.

  “Don’t stop.” My body quivered and my hips moved against his tongue.

  He moved his tongue along the edge of my labia, keeping it away from the spots that tingled the most and begged for his saliva-coated caress. When he got to the top of my pussy, he danced around my clitoris like it was engulfed in fire, moving his tongue down the other side of my pussy without giving me the touch I craved the most. When he had made a full circle around my pussy, he pulled his tongue away and started lightly kissing along the interior of my thighs, pressing his lips to my labia several times as he moved up towards my clitoris. His kiss almost touched it, and then he pressed his tongue to the flesh above it, moving down the side again.

  “You’re torturing me...” I squeezed my hips and let out a moan.

  “I’m just making sure you enjoy your mistake.” He pulled his tongue away so he could speak and then returned it to my sizzling flesh.

  I thought I was going to scream as his tongue circled my pussy, getting faster and faster each time he moved around it. My hips moved, trying to get his tongue where I wanted it most, but he danced around my clitoris each time, avoiding the contact that would satisfy the craving I felt from my head to my toes. After what seemed like an eternity of torment, I felt his tongue finally press against my labia. He separated the flesh and plunged his tongue into my vaginal cavity, pushing against my hymen several times before he slid his tongue up the rest of my labia. He stopped when he was below my clitoris, lingering there for a moment before he finally let me feel the warmth of his tongue.

  “Yes...” I felt like I was going to orgasm on first contact.

  The anticipation had turned my clitoris into a hard knot of pleasure, with every nerve focused on the lust building inside of me. He started to circle it with his tongue and I grabbed his head, clutching his hair in my fingers as he moved against it with a ferocity I didn’t even realize was possible. I felt the warmth of his breath as my body started to shake and a thin layer of perspiration covered me. He stayed focused on my clitoris, never moving from it once he started to pleasure it with his hungry tongue. I never imagined it could feel so good. The stories I had heard from my friends didn’t do the moment justice. I felt the pressure building from within and I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

  “You’re gonna make me cum...” My breath turned into hurried pants.

  The proclamation of my impending orgasm did nothing to slow him down. He kept circling my clitoris as the pressure mounted. It felt like my whole body was centralizing all of my passion into a tight ball that was so close to exploding I shook with a thirst for the moment I knew was coming. He squeezed my thighs and kept moving his tongue against my clitoris while the sensation reached a fever pitch. There was no holding back. It was like a volcanic eruption of fulfilled desire, my body seizing and releasing the wave of pleasure. Everything started to tingle, from the hair follicles on my scalp to the tips of my toes. It roared from within me with waves of satisfaction finally reaching a calmness when my orgasm was complete.

  “Fuck...” I muttered with tired lips struggling to create words. “That was amazing.”

  “We’re just getting started.” He kissed my stomach and looked up at me. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

  Chapter 9: Abby

  The afterglow of my orgasm was sending my body into turmoil. He started to unfasten his belt and I stared at him as I waited to see what was underneath the bulging fabric. If I wasn’t mesmerized by the feeling of pleasure I had experienced, I would have been happy to undress him, but I was barely functional. My eyes even started to glaze over as I felt the soothing sensations of my endorphins releasing. All of that changed in an instant when his pants hit the floor and I saw his cock begin to get even more engorged with his lust. My pussy started to tingle with the anticipation of it even as the fear flooded my veins as I started
thinking about it actually going inside of me.

  “It’s been a long time since I popped a virgin’s cherry.” He climbed onto the bed with all twelve inches of his massive cock moving towards my pussy like a guided missile.

  “Wait...” I muttered as the fear shuttered the desire and my legs started to close.

  “Don’t be afraid.” He put a hand on each of my knees. “It’ll only hurt for a little bit. I promise you’ll be begging for it before I’m done.”

  “Go slow...” I begged as I let the tension in my legs release.

  “I don’t do slow.” He shook his head and spread my knees apart.

  When I felt the head of his cock against my pussy, I tensed up with concern. My pussy was so saturated with his saliva, my wetness, and my orgasm that the head started to enter before I could even think about it. I felt my vaginal cavity being stretched for his enormous girth. It hurt, but it was a combination of pressure and pain, each of them struggling to dominate my thoughts as the head of his cock disappeared beneath my labia. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip. I felt the pressure intensify as my pussy adjusted to his size, but then I felt his fingers brushing against my face.

  “Don’t look away.” He whispered. “I want you to see how good you make me feel.”

  I opened my eyes and looked into his dark colored ovals. A storm brewed beneath the reflection of my face in them. I looked down when I felt his cock being withdrawn and saw him pull the head to the edge of my labia and insert it again. My pussy spread to accommodate him and I heard a grunt of pleasure escape his lips. He was the first man to thrust himself inside of me. He was the first man to ever push his cock inside my virgin pussy. He was Mr. Mistake, and I was certainly making it—I just didn’t want it to stop. Despite the pressure and the building agony of having him stretch me for the pleasure he craved, I was getting wetter and my body was tingling with the same desire I felt when his tongue first caressed my clitoris.

  “You’re so tight...” He moaned. “You feel so good.”

  He withdrew his cock from me and pushed it in deeper. I felt him against my hymen. The last symbol of my virginity was his for the taking. He withdrew and plunged his cock against it several times as I gasped from the pressure. He gave it a hard thrust and then his cock shattered the thin webbing of flesh. I felt a sting and then his cock moved past it, stretching the tattered flesh until there was nothing left of my virginity. He held his cock there for a moment to let me adjust. For a man who said he didn’t go slow, he was being a lot gentler than he suggested my first time would be. When my vaginal cavity stretched slightly to accommodate him, he started thrusting against the narrow cavity that remained untouched, pushing the head of his cock further with each insertion.

  “Jesus...” I let out a moan. “I think you just hit my g-spot.”

  “I never miss it.” He grinned as he started to thrust again.

  He picked up the pace slightly as he continued pushing his cock inside of me. The size of his cock and the tightness of my pussy kept my g-spot clamped against his cock every time he pushed past it. Even with the pain of having my pussy penetrated for the first time causing it to spasm with discomfort, the feeling of his cock against my g-spot kept me stimulated. The pleasure made the speed of his thrusts bring more pleasure, and even though he continued to slide deeper with every thrust, I was becoming lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I stared at his hips as the last inch of his cock pushed inside of me and I felt the joining of our bodies when his lower abdomen rested against my thighs.

  “There we go...” His pants were a little faster and he started to buck his hips against me.

  My pussy was still working to adjust to his girth, but the deep thrusts were slowly becoming heavenly. My body began to quiver as he caused the pressure to build up inside of me again. I had already felt the magic of his tongue, bringing me to a mind-blowing orgasm, but his cock was making that feel like an appetizer. My eyes drifted between the image of his cock and the intense stare he had locked on me. He reached up and squeezed my breasts, holding them for a moment as he slammed his cock into me faster and faster each time, making the thrusts even harder than I ever imagined I could sustain during my first encounter with a man. The pleasure continued to build like a balloon that was soon going to be popped by one of his bliss-coated thrusts across my g-spot.

  “It feels so good...” I let out a moan and started running my hands up his muscular ribs, feeling his abdomen muscles tighten each time he drove himself deep inside of me.

  “I’m going to make you cum,” he said as his hands moved from my breasts and slid around to my back.

  His powerful arms lifted me off the bed. He locked on my right hip and held me in the air with a hand on the back of my neck. His thrusts propelled me forward and I started to descend on his cock. Before I got very far, another hard thrust was meeting my hips. I started to push forward against his thrusts, feeling my body craving the magic of another orgasm. My pussy was so tight that it was hard to do much more than wait for his thrust to enrapture me with pleasure again. After several hard thrusts, he pulled me further up until our bodies were pressed against each other. He continued to thrust and I began to rise and fall on his enormous shaft. His lips pressed against my neck and I could smell the scent of his masculine perspiration which covered his torso and his forehead.

  “Are you ready to feel me explode inside of you?” He whispered into my ear and bit down on my earlobe.

  “Yes...” I nodded against his lips.

  Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, building the pressure of our combined pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating against my pussy, causing it to stretch even more. The intensity of his cock on my g-spot erased any pain that would have accompanied it. I knew I was seconds away from another orgasm. It had built up until the balloon of pleasure had nothing left to offer but an explosion. His body started to shake and his thrusts became more erratic. The feeling of him bucking me on his hips caused my pussy to clench and spasm when the first pop of the orgasm-balloon was felt. He squeezed my hips and slammed his cock in deep. The combination of his cock spasming with his ejaculation and the spasms of my own lust caused the eruption of my orgasm to just roll through my body like a never-ending wave.

  “Damn that feels so good...” My words were almost trapped in my throat as they escaped in a panted moan.

  “Oh God...” He let out a loud growl as another thrust and explosion of pleasure seemed to rip through him, every muscle in his body tightening with the release.

  I stared into his eyes as we remained against each other, the combination of our heat resonating and joining together as one. When the final spasms finally settled down, I sank back towards the mattress and he slid his cock out of me. The instant it was gone, there was an intense loneliness from the separation. I was so exhausted I couldn’t focus on anything else except the nirvana of my spent body. He wrapped his arms around me when we were on the bed and pulled me into an embrace. I knew it wouldn’t last. Mr. Mistake didn’t stay the night. I just hoped he would stay there until I was asleep. I could wake up alone, but I just couldn’t go to sleep without the connection of our exhaustion pulling us both towards the calming embrace of sleep.

  Just a little longer... Please don’t leave me yet.

  THE SUN BROKE THE CLOUDS and slipped between the broken blind that covered my bedroom window. It hit me in the face and I opened my eyes slowly. There was a soreness between my legs that stretched into my abdomen. The images of the event that made it hurt started flashing in my mind and I felt my pussy getting wet just thinking about Max. I rolled to the left and looked at the empty bed beside me. I had been warned not to expect him there, and in a way, I had come to terms with that long before the date was done. He was the one that used and left his victims heartbroken, proclaiming him Mr. Mistake.

  “Good morning, Sebastian.”

  Sebastian jumped onto my bed and leaned against me. He surveyed the sheets and pressed his nose to the spot where
Max spent the night. He looked at me with what seemed like disappointment in his eyes before jumping off the bed and heading downstairs. He was probably hungry and despite the soreness inside of me, I knew I needed to take care of him. I was also in dire need of coffee. I rolled to the side and wrapped my bathrobe around me. Once my slippers were firmly on my feet, I started down the stairs to face the day. I could still smell Max’s scent on me as I descended the stairs. I doubted I would ever see him again unless we randomly met at work, but I was okay with that. I wasn’t going to be a victim.

  Chapter 10: Max

  I don’t spend the night. I don’t fall in love. I don’t give a shit about anything but emptying the contents of my balls in a condom so I can get on with my life. I woke up early when the sun first peeked through the blinds in Abby’s room. Abby was barely covered in a sheet and the sight of her naked body was enough to get my cock tingling again. I stayed longer than I should have, but with the light in the sky, I knew it was time to go. Her fucking cat gave me the evil eye as I walked down the stairs. He had always been the alpha male in the household and he could see that I threatened his dominant aura.

  “What’s up, cat.” I picked him up and before I could even lift him to my waist he hissed and jumped out of my hands.

  My driver hadn’t waited, but he was only a phone call away. I didn’t feel like riding in the back of a car, I just stepped off her porch and started walking. It was a rough looking neighborhood, but in the calmness of the morning it didn’t seem as bad as the broken-down houses and graffiti suggested. I got to the corner and looked at my phone. I had a couple of messages from work and a message from Ms. Ruth telling me she had put Benjamin to bed. I was lucky to have someone like her. Normally when I went balls deep in a girl I was home before the sun came up—my night was Abby was definitely an exception. I finally decided that I wanted coffee more than I wanted to go home, so I walked across the street towards a small diner on the corner.