Page 26 of Her Wedding Night

She kisses me in a hitching, out-of-control way.

I tear at her gown, shredding it to her waist. Her bikini top follows, then I arch her back and fall on her tits.

Her nipples are so fucking hard. I drag my mouth back and forth, kissing and then licking. The tight bumps taste bright, like freshly picked berries bursting on my tongue.

Her thighs grip my hips, and my cock—still hard, thank Christ I didn’t embarrass myself—presses in against her at a new angle. This time when she rocks against me, my heavy crown slips and fits itself right at her entrance.

We both go still.

I’m breathing so fucking hard.

“Lucy…”

“If I’m not a virgin, he won’t be obsessed with me,” she whispers. “Maybe he’ll even hate me, and leave me alone.”

My heart breaks.

It’s a good plan.

But it also means this doesn’t mean the same thing to her that it does to me.

I drop a featherlight kiss to the base of her throat, then nod as I lift my head.

I hold her gaze as I reach between us and replace my cock with my fingers. I ease one into her, then a second. She holds her breath as I get her used to being fucked.

“Relax,” I whisper. “You have to want it.”

She squirms, then exhales, and her body softens around me.

“Good. That’s it. You’re taking my fingers like a very good girl.”

I add another, stretching her as much as possible, then I replace my hand with my cock.

Somewhere just behind us, there’s an angry yell and a scuffle.

I don’t care. I hinge my hips and push.

She’s impossibly tight. I don’t get very far before I need to ease off, the tip of my cock working in and out, just at her entrance. Gathering more of her slick so I can push in again, deeper this time.

Her eyes flare and her lips part.

Shock.

Inch by inch, I give her the last cock she ever imagined she might find herself on. Her stalker’s father. Her secret second stalker.

I’m old enough to have raised her myself.

I’ve watched her sleep.

She has no idea the depths my obsession tumbled to over the last month.

That was before I knew how good she would feel wrapped around me. Well, except I did know. I took one look at her and instantly understood that if I ever had the chance to lose myself in her innocent body, I’d do whatever it took.

And I have.

I sink the last inch into her, my balls coming to rest right against her ass.

“Good girl.” I exhale roughly. “That’s it. You did it. You took me.”

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