Page 41 of Black Wedding

“I-I...please...Liam. I need...I need to come, please.” Her words sound like breathy pants that become more frenzied the closer she gets. Looking in the mirror, I watch as she bites her lip in between words while her hands grip tightly onto the counter.

“Not yet, Princess. You haven’t earned it yet,” I whisper into her ear, and I watch as her body lightly shudders from the feel of my breath on her skin, loving the feeling of how tightly her pussy clamps when that happens.

“No...I can’t hold it. I have to come. Please...what do I...what do I need to do?” she pleads, and I smile, pleased that my plan has worked out the way I wanted it to.

“Do you want me to give you the best orgasm you have ever had?” I whisper, and her screams of confirmation leave her lips before I have even finished the question.

Using the hand that was holding her hip, I make sure my other hand that is clutching her hair remains in place so I can watch her as I encourage her to experiment with me. I gently swipe my fingers through her slit alongside my cock, making sure to get it nice and wet. Once I am sure it is, I gently stroke my finger all the way to the back of her slit, making sure to cover her asshole in plenty of her juices. Once I know it’s covered, along with my finger, I gently press the tip of my finger against her waiting asshole, making sure to watch her face in the mirror as I do.

Her eyes fly open, and she reaches back with one hand, gripping onto my wrist, so of course, I stop. “I’ve never...I’ve never done anything there before. I don’t know….” Bree’s voice trails off as her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Her hesitancy tells me she is stopping more out of fear than anything else.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, and I don’t have to wait long for her to reply with a yes. “Take some nice deep breaths and relax. I won’t hurt you, and if you really want me to stop, just say dodgems. That can be our safeword,” I whisper into her ear.

Bree’s face morphs into a smile before she removes her hand from my wrist, laying back over the counter and exposing her asshole to me once more. She takes some big deep breaths before addressing me through the mirror. “I’m trusting you, Liam.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, I start moving my cock again slowly as I press the tip of my finger into her puckered asshole. As soon as it passes the first tight ring and the tip slips inside, Bree lets out a long, frenzied cry as she feels her pleasure increase. After the initially hard part, the rest of my finger slides in easily. Once I have it fully impaled, I take a few seconds to allow her to adjust.

If I thought her pussy was tight before, now it is even worse, or should I say better, because it’s so much better. Given the way her pussy is having minor little spasms, as she prepares to reach that delicious edge, I know she can feel a difference too. Once I am sure Bree is okay and happy to continue, I try to coordinate my thrusts. As I pound my cock deep into her pussy, my finger does the same thing in her ass.

“Please...oh, Liam…fuck...I-I-I…I need to come. Now!” she yells frantically, her hips become uncoordinated, and her sweet cunt starts to tremble in anticipation.

Usually, I would make her properly beg me. That was more of a demand, but my cock might literally fall off if I delay any longer. I am ready to blow my load right now, but I want Bree to fall first. So, as I continue my assault on her sweet, wet hole, I add a second finger into her asshole. The feeling of being stretched by two fingers and a swollen hard cock is too much. Her body begins to push her over the edge.

“Open your eyes, Princess. I want you to watch as you fall apart with my cock in your pussy and my fingers in your ass.” As soon as I give the order, she obliges straight away. At this point, she doesn’t want to risk me taking away what she needs to come.

Our eyes lock in the mirror, and I watch as her orgasm consumes her. Her body starts to shake, her pussy quivers too, as her high-pitch groans of pleasure seem to reverberate all around us. I feel my cock getting wetter as it, along with my fingers, become trapped as her ass and pussy both clamp down hard. I hold still, letting the sensation of her climax work its way through her body, but the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock is too much. With a loud grunt, I blow my load deep in Bree’s cunt.

The deep coiled build up in my muscles seems to be replaced by the feeling of being electrocuted as I judder with the intense sensations overcoming me. I have never felt an orgasm that strong or lasted for that long. It felt like I couldn’t stop coming, and neither could Bree. She was coming down from her orgasm when mine hit. The feeling of my cock exploding deep within her was enough to push her back over the edge with a smaller orgasm. There literally is nothing better than feeling your girl falling apart on you.

As we both come down from our orgasms, our frantic panting is the only noise that can be heard. I gently pull my fingers out of Bree’s ass first before pulling my spent cock out of her pussy next. Keeping her bent over the counter, I grab the nearest towel and gently use it to clean up the mess we both made. Her pussy is so sensitive that the roughness of the towel causes her to whimper. I’m not sure if the sensation is too much or she is becoming more turned on. But I can’t think about that now because we really need to get back to the party.

We both dress again in silence, casting glances at each other to see which one will break the lull first. With a small, shy smile, Bree slides on her dress and takes the opportunity to talk while her face is covered. Clearly, she is embarrassed about whatever she is about to say and doesn’t want me to see her face. She doesn’t have to worry about that sort of thing with me. She can tell me anything. “I really enjoyed that. Do you think maybe one day, when I’m ready...maybe we could try your dick instead of your fingers,” she mumbles, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

Completely ignoring her embarrassment, I instantly reply, “Princess, are you asking me to fuck you in the ass with my big, hard cock?” I try to keep my voice as playful as possible, to hide the deep need I have not to throw myself in dick first right now.

“Not straight away. Your dick is massive. We need to build up first, like maybe with a butt plug or something. Then when I’m ready, we can try your cock,” she explains. Her embarrassment dissolves slightly when she sees how very fucking into it I am. A beautiful girl like Bree offering her ass for fucking, why the hell did she think I wouldn’t be interested?

“Fuck, yes. I’m so in, Princess. And now we have a safeword; I might bring the rope back out. I can’t wait to tie you to the bed again,” I groan as we both check our appearance in the mirror.

Whilst we may look presentable, it is painfully evident that things got hot and heavy. Bree’s hair is unruly and no longer styled the same as before. I seem to have pulled out all the clips as I used her hair to hold onto. Our lips look swollen from the abuse they took during our passionate kisses, and our cheeks are both flushed with pinkness. An obvious sign we have both been exerting ourselves, but I am past the point of caring if people know. We are at our engagement party, for fuck’s sake, we can celebrate any way we want. And what I want right now is to get this damn party over and done with so I can take my girl back to our room and make a start on stretching out her tight hole, ready to take my cock.

I notice she is staring at me, the cutest expression on her face as she bites her lip. A new flush of rouge creeps up her cheeks, and I know she is thinking naughty thoughts. I smile my knowing cocky smile at her, and her resulting eye roll makes me chuckle.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I want you to tie me up and fuck me in the ass so badly. I’m going to order some toys for us to play with as soon as we get back to the room, and then by the time we get home tomorrow, there will be lots for us to experiment with.” Her voice trembles slightly with each word. I know she is sure of what she wants. The problem is still with her apprehension over telling me what she wants, what she craves. She still gets a bit embarrassed, but she is getting much better.

I chuckle at her words, loving this new sexually adventurous Bree. “Fuck yes, let’s get back to the party for another ten minutes or so and then say our goodbyes. I have plans for you, and I really don’t want an audience,” I whisper as I pull her out of the bathroom. Her carefree chuckles ring out like bells as we subtly walk back into the party like we never left.

The rest of the night passes by in a blur. We each dance with people who ask us, but always make sure to squeeze in a few dances with each other. I use that time to whisper in her ear, telling her all the little things I plan on doing to her. It’s also a good time to steal some short passionate kisses, little promises of more to come.

After about an hour, when we are getting closer to midnight than either of us would have liked, Bree starts to yawn and moan about how much pain her feet are in with the torture devices she calls shoes. Don’t get me wrong, she looked hot as fuck when they were the only thing she was wearing in the bathroom, but they do not look fun to walk in. So, it’s not surprising that the longer the event goes on, and the more Bree is on her feet dancing, the more she moans about her feet hurting. Finally, I made the decision that it’s time to leave.

First, I need to find Finn to make sure he gets the girls to their room safely. I look around the room and find him leaning against the wall talking to Mckenna. They look like they are having an argument. Their hand movements become more animated and heated, and I don’t know whether my interruption will be welcomed or not, but I interject anyway.

“Sorry if I am interrupting. Hi, Mckenna, it’s nice to see you again. You look great,” I say with a smile.

Mckenna looks over at me, and her face instantly changes from the wrinkled, stern, angry face she was aiming at my brother, to smiling at me. “Liam, don’t worry, you weren’t interrupting anything important. I can leave.”

“No! Stay...please,” Finn shouts, but Mckenna just shakes her head.

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