Page 40 of Black Wedding

Pulling Bree inside, I quickly lock the door behind us.

“What are we—” Before Bree has a chance to complete that sentence, I push her back against the door and smash my lips against hers. The kiss is rough, bruising, and rushed as I try to devour this beautiful demon.

Even though I know I am acting a bit caveman-like, taking what I want, Bree is only too happy to give, and before long, her tongue is battling with mine. Her hands make the first move as she shucks off my jacket, followed quickly by my tie. Then, one by one, she opens the buttons on my shirt, making sure our lips remain connected. Once she has my shirt off, it’s my turn to retake control.

Pulling her forward off the door, I gently manipulate her body so her back is plastered against my body. Then, reaching round to the front and slipping my arms into the loose fabric around her cleavage, I cover her breasts with my hands and gently start to knead them. As I kiss along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, I quickly turn my attention to her sensitive nipples. I alternate between squeezing them tightly and rubbing them softly, driving Bree crazy. The mixture of pleasure and pain causes her to cry out in a delicious moan as she grinds her ass back into my already strained cock.

“Do you like that, Princess? Do you like it when it hurts, or do I need to rub it and make it better?” I moan into her ear.

“Yes, please...I need more,” Bree pleads, and I am only too happy to oblige.

Taking my hands from her gorgeous tits, I reach down and pull her dress up above her hips before sliding it off her body completely. I throw the dress out of the way because it’s just a piece of fabric without my girl in it. She is what makes it look so good. But nothing compares to the sight of seeing her in nothing but the pair of black stiletto heels she is wearing. We both look at ourselves in the mirror in front of us, and I am shocked by what I see. We both look wanton, our hair dishevelled, and our lips bee-stung. We haven’t even got to the best part yet.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous. I will fuck you over this counter, and you are going to watch in the mirror. I want you to watch as I pound into your sweet little pussy, and destroy you for all other men,” I groan into her ear as I suck hard on that sweet spot on her neck. Her breathy moans of confirmation are all I need to hear.

Using my feet, I kick her legs further apart, making sure they are spread out wide. I guide Bree into the position I want her in, laying over the marble sink countertop next to the sink, her nipples pressed against the cool marble, with her ass up in the air. Not only is her ass at the perfect angle, when she arches her back, it exposes that pretty pink pussy I have come to love. I can already see it glistening from here.

I use my finger to gently stroke down her slit, confirming she is just as wet as I thought. Her moan is guttural, and her hips buck up like she is desperate for more contact. Something I am only too happy to oblige. Kneeling down slightly, I swipe my tongue over her slit, tasting her juices and swirling my tongue around her clit. Luckily I was holding onto her hips as she bucked again, her legs becoming more wobbly. I continue licking until I am sure she is nice and wet, and I use my finger to confirm. As my digit slides into her hot waiting hole, Bree’s groans ring out loud. I make sure to spread her juices all over, making sure she is nice and ready.

“You like that, Princess? Tell me what it is you want,” I ask as I continue to gently stroke my finger in and out of her tight channel and spread her juices over both her holes.

“Your cock,” she mumbles, her eyes locking onto mine in the mirror. She is biting her lip; her fists in front of her are clenched tightly as the anticipation builds.

“You want my cock? Tell me where. Use your words, Princess.”

I can tell by the despondent groan that she is not happy I am forcing her to beg. Bree knows that while I will happily let her be the queen and stand by her side out there, in the bedroom, or bathroom in this case, she knows I am the one in charge. So while she may look at me with a deathly stare or try bucking her hips in demand, we both know she only gets what she wants if I think she has earned it.

“Please...please. I need your cock. I need to feel all of you in my tight cunt. I am so wet, and it’s all for you, Liam. Please fuck me,” Bree pleads, her desire dripping off every word, and of course, I am quick to give her exactly what she wants.

Knowing she is ready enough, I quickly plunge my cock deep into her waiting pussy, ensuring that tight, wet channel takes all of me. When I am balls deep, our moans echo around the room, and I pause just for a second to give her time to adjust. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. It’s not at all because I need to take deep breaths and gain some control so I don’t blow my load the second I move my cock.

Bree, always the impatient one, starts to move her hips as she clamps down onto my cock with her pussy walls. Fuck, that is definitely not going to help with the coming too soon issue. Her pussy fits my cock like a glove, and I feel it squeeze around me just to confirm my thoughts.

The sound of my hand slapping against her sexy ass is like music to my ears, and the responding yelp has me chuckling.

“Remember, Princess. You rule out there, but I rule in here,” I growl into her ear as I stroke that delicious pink handprint on her ass.

“Fuck—” Before I give her time to finish whatever sentence was most definitely about to get her ass in more trouble, I start to move my dick in and out.

I start off by going slow to savour the moment, but I’m fighting a losing battle. Her pussy is too sweet, and my cock is already addicted. So I decided to take this hard and fast.

Holding onto her hip with one hand, I use the other to fist her hair into a ponytail, giving me a stronghold before I pull back on her hair. Doing this not only brings out the most delicious gasp as her hair twinges at her scalp, but the pain adds to her pleasure. It also means that as I pull back, she is forced to look at her beautiful, arched body. The curve I am causing in her spine pushes her tits out towards the mirror and changes the angle of her pussy. This allows me deeper and deeper access to that sweet spot.

It doesn’t take long with me pistoning deep into her before Bree begins to show signs of getting closer to that edge. The tilt of her pelvis to meet my thrusts become uncoordinated. Her breathing becomes erratic as she pants desperately for gasps of air. Her moans become inaudible, and her pussy feels like it gets wetter with each thrust. Ensuring she is sandwiched between the counter and my hips, I know that I need to keep her locked in place because as soon as she orgasms, those sexy legs that are already starting to shake will give way.

I feel her getting closer, and if I bite down on my lip any harder to stop myself from coming, there’s a good chance I might bite the damn thing off completely. Although, I am very aware that our departure will be noticed soon, if it hasn’t already, my brain really doesn’t fucking care right now. I want to try something, and she is in a perfect position; I can’t turn down such a good opportunity. So I watch as she starts that build-up, doing everything I can to help her get there, including sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck that I know will help get her there quicker. Then just as I know she is about to reach the start of her orgasm, I pull out.

You have no idea how fucking painful that was for me to do, but I have a plan.

“What the fuck, Liam?!” Bree squeals as she keeps eye contact with me through the mirror.

“You weren’t about to come just then, were you? I thought you knew you had to ask for permission first, Princess.”

Bree begins to reply, no doubt with something that is a healthy mix of sarcasm and swearing. So I decide to help her ass remain a nice pale colour, and instead of the spanking she deserves, I use my finger to gently stroke along her slit. Her resulting moan is delectable, and as I look down, it’s no wonder the head of my cock looks angry, purple, and swollen. It desperately needs to get back into Bree’s warm hole.

“Please, I will ask first. I promise. Just fuck me again…please, Liam.” Her words ring clearly as she begs me, loud and desperate. I can hear the slight shake in her voice, that desperate craving for her impending orgasm.

Quickly, I plunge my cock back into her waiting cunt, and it feels so fucking good. Her pussy is tight, wet, and warm, and it’s a fucking miracle I have lasted this long. Bree hasn’t fully come down from her peak yet, so it doesn’t take too many fast and deep strokes before I feel her getting there again. I know when I hit that illustrious special spot deep inside because Bree becomes almost frantic with need, only this time she uses her voice.

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