CHAPTER FIVE
Jake
Aw, shit. This bridal shower sucked. It was one of those modern affairs, where both sexes were invited. But I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be eating cake and drinking champagne as my fiancée unwrapped gift after gift after gift.
But it couldn’t be helped. Amanda had set it all up, and I was only here for the ride.
“Oh my God!” she squealed excitedly. “This is for me?! You shouldn’t have!”
Her friend Erica stood nearby with a catty smile on her face. Because the iPad looked white and shiny, but it was probably broken. Yeah, Erica was handing off a fake gift, something that would go straight into the trash.
But that’s how Amanda and her pals roll. They pretend to be all friendly, but it was just for show. And unfortunately, the massive living room was filled to the brim with women like this. Just my luck.
Everybody at the shower cooed and preened, making like they were having fun. They hovered around the bride-to-be, pelting her with useless gifts and compliments as if this wasn’t my fiancée’s fourth time down the aisle. Sure, there were whispers behind closed doors, eyes darting back and forth, but no one said anything aloud.
At least not in front of me.
Fuck my life.
How the hell has this happened?
Because this was such a waste. I didn’t grow up with much. My parents were middle-class office drones that hadn’t known anything else but dull cubicles, slaving away for years until an early heart attack took my dad. A drunk driver took my mom not long after.
Point is, not growing up with money, I didn’t spend the shit like water. I knew where it came from and I knew the cojones it took to make a deal. So watching Amanda spend mine like it was an endless resource really got under my skin.
Another useless function where she got to tell everybody how this was finally THE one and she was happy to start her new life with a new guy. Yeah, right. Nothing but a line.
I shoved my hands into my pockets and made my way through the throng of guests, a multi-gender affair with men and women. It was the modern thing to do now but Amanda probably did it just to double the amount of gifts she got. So fucking unnecessary.
If it was up to me, we’d roll up to the courthouse thing then go off to drink champagne and fuck at the Ritz. Actually scratch that. I wasn’t gonna touch her. I’d whisk her daughter off to the courthouse for a quickie ceremony, not her.
Damn.
This was so fucked up.
I’m such a hypocrite. What was it that Lacey had said? Her words rang in my mind again, unbidden.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.
You’re making a big mistake, Mr. Mason.
Let’s talk, Jake. When you’re ready, let’s talk.
Shit. My stepdaughter was the only real person at this shindig, the only person who truly cared about me. All anyone else saw was Mr. Moneybags, a handsome hero with a fat wallet and sly smile.
Fuck this goddamn party.
I stood in a loose circle, talking with other men about nothing. Like their wives, they were mostly trust-fund babies who’d never worked a day in their lives.
Sipping whiskey, the burn took away some of the boredom. Because all I wanted to do was go chill at home, drink some fine wine and relax. Although it was a weekend, I had a meeting in Connecticut the next morning and needed to leave the city early as fuck.
So trying not to let on, I looked around.
“Those stocks are worth a mint now,” one of the husbands was saying like he knew.
“Nice,” another one chirped. “I’d love to get in on that.”
“Me too,” I rumbled, although honestly, it didn’t matter. These bastards were talking about chump change. The shit I invested in was big. Just last week, I made a couple of million in my sleep. But there was no need to let on about my true feelings. Because those involved Amanda’s hot daughter and how Lacey had somehow slipped into my life.
FML. Speaking of which...
The brunette was here, but acting weird. All she’d done was stand in the corner and play on her phone, ignoring everyone else, even her Aunt Jillian. As I watched, Jill approached her niece again, arm outstretched.
But Lacey wouldn’t look up, refusing to budge, eyes fixed on the screen. What the hell? I know my girl, and she’s not the type to be rude. Nor is she the type to make waves, and unfortunately, her caveman behavior was definitely causing people to stare.
So I strolled over. No biggie. I was the father figure going over to lay down the law. No one would think it was strange.
But when I got close, the brunette stiffened awkwardly, her body held at a weird angle away from mine.
“You need to relax,” I said, aiming for the super-casual look with my hands in the pockets of my slacks. “You’re not acting like yourself. People are noticing.”
She looked up from her phone, eyes wide.
“You think? I’m not you, Jake,” she said, voice trembling. “I can’t act like everything’s fine when it’s not.”
And I could tell the brunette was genuinely disturbed. Her face was pale, nerves clearly stretched thin. It’d been a long week for us both.
Because yeah, since she visited me at the office, I’ve had seven long days of endlessly replaying the way she took my dong and screamed for more. Nights of wishing I could take her pussy the way I wanted and how good she would feel creaming while screaming my name.
But this wasn’t the time or place to hash things out.
“Just relax,” I said in a low voice. “Relax honey, it’s gonna be okay.”
But Lacey couldn’t be calmed.
“How? Why?” she said in a low, strained voice, chin trembling now. “I’m barely holding on as is.”
My heart flooded with feeling. Shit, I’d done this to the sweet thing. I was the cause of her stress, the circles under her big brown eyes, the sheen of tears as she gazed at me now. I’d done this.
So I grabbed her elbow, steering her from the living room.
“Come on honey,” I said in a low, reassuring voice. “Let’s find a quiet place to talk.”
And marching upstairs, I guided Lacey to the room furthest down the hall, set back from the corridor. Locking the door, I turned to the beautiful girl, fully intending to have a conversation.
“Listen honey,” I began, hands up. “I know this is tough, but we’ll get through it –“
But my words were cut off because suddenly, Lacey stood on her tiptoes and pressed that sweet mouth against mine. Oh shit, she was sugar and spice and everything nice rolled into a heavenly, sensuous package.
A better man would have pushed her away but I opened my mouth and kissed her right back, hard and with teeth. God, she was exactly what I needed.
And gasping, she tore at my belt buckle and unzipped my pants with desperate hands. Her touch was frantic when she dragged my hard cock out, yanking her mouth away from mine before dropping to her knees.
“I want you so bad,” she sobbed, leaning forwards to kiss the tip. “I need you so bad, Jake.”
Aw fuck. I was so fucked. Because Lacey had the natural instincts of a cocksucker. Stretching her lips wide, she devoured me, gagging a bit as my tip hit the back of her throat. But like a pro, she swallowed, cheeks bulging, stroking my balls all the while.
Shit, shit, shit! I wanted to be there for her, but she’d taken me unawares. And now there was no talking, there were just hard, desperate movements.
“Fuck, Lacey!” I groaned again, eyes dropping shut. The sensations were fantastic, her mouth like a vacuum, and I buried my hands in those silky curls.
“Unnnh!” came my rough cry, balls high and tight already. “Unnnh!”
And Lacey went for gold. Sucking like a hoover, her excitement was contagious. So I went with it. Starting slow, I pumped my hips and fucked her mouth, sliding in a little deeper each time. She gagged and sputtered, but always came back for more like a good girl.
Jesus Christ, if she kept it up I was going to come like a fire hose down her throat. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off my dick.
“I want to fuck you, princess.”
“Yes, Jake,” she panted. “I want it too,” she begged. The female had pre-cum dripping from her chin, and there was never a sight more beautiful. Shit, Lacey was perfect for me, the missing part of the puzzle.
So I gave into the true me, the animal with base instincts.
“On your hands and knees,” came my harsh growl. “I want to fuck you like a dog. Right here, right now.”
But Lacey wasn’t surprised. In fact, she loved it, moving quickly to get into position, panties yanked down, legs spread, her dress scrunched around that thick waist.
And like a maniac, I dropped down behind that sweet ass and shoved my slacks and boxer briefs all the way to my knees. Shit. There were people downstairs who could burst through the door at any moment, wondering where we were.
But fuck it. She was here and her ass was naked and wide open for me. I leaned in and licked that sweet pucker, tasting her pleats.
“Jake!” Lacey gasped and flinched away from me in shock. She jerked a look over her shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make us both feel good,” I said, dick hard enough to pound nails. “You want that, don’t you?”
Her only answer was a whimper rising to a whine as I licked her asshole again, tasting that sweet brown star. Aw fuck, she was delicious, the rim contracting reflexively, then opening and winking again.
Loudly, I lapped at her anus, tasting the tight ring of muscle and sticking my tongue in to loosen it up. At first, the brunette squirmed, embarrassed, but then gradually began to get into it, pushing back into my face while sobbing my name.
“Jake, Jake,” was her crying plea. “Oh god.”
“Shh, baby,” I soothed. “Keep it down, there are people downstairs.”
And shit, but my nasty ways are contagious because Lacey did something really fucked-up then. She grabbed those lace panties, ripping them off entirely, and stuffed the fabric into her mouth, muffling her own cries.
“Mmwmwmf!” came a choked gasp. “Mwmwmf!”
Aw shit. This girl was too perfect, depraved exactly the way I like.
But my dick was dripping pre-cum like a faucet. If I didn’t stop, I was going to come just from eating her ass. I gave her hole one last tantalizing swipe and went back upright on my knees, moving quickly into place. Aw yeah. Show time.
With one smooth slide, it went into her bottom, no resistance this time. Lacey’s muffled squeal was arousing as fuck, the “mwmff” incomparable. That sweet, sinuous back bucked reflexively as my thick cock disappeared into her brownie.
“That’s right,” I rasped, gripping her hips, trying not to burst. “That’s right, enjoy it.”
And she was. Thick juices dripped down her leg, a constant stream of pussy cream that wouldn’t stop. And cum rolled through my balls, ready to spurt already. I rammed her ass, slamming in again and again, grabbing her butt tight and hauling it towards me.
Fuck!
Fumbling for her clit, I pinched once, hard. That did the trick. The girl squeezed tight around my dick, still for a moment, and then blasted off. A muffled scream tore from her throat, eyes going wide as that anus shook and trembled around me.
But yeah, the vibrations set me off too. Grunting, I grabbed her hips again.
“I’m coming in your ass, baby,” was my harsh groan. “Right. Fucking. Now!” And shit, but the jizz blasted out in endless streams, ribbon after ribbon painting her rectal walls. It went on and on, cock jerking repeatedly, twitching and juddering as I fired my gun. Good thing it was her ass because if I’d been using her pussy, Lacey would’ve gotten pregnant for sure.
Aww fuck. Her muffled screams rang out, mixing with my deep grunts. This girl’s bottom fit my dick perfectly, it was probably curved to the shape of my cock by now.
But there were people downstairs. At a bridal shower where I was the prospective groom.
So I pulled out quickly, dick gleaming and still hard, as Lacey sagged, empty now. Goddamn, it was a beautiful sight. Her head hung down with exhaustion and I watched with satisfaction as my cum dripped from her asshole. Pussy juices had left her thick thighs shiny and slick and I was tempted to lick them all up before pushing my fuckshaft in again.
But there were people waiting downstairs. And they’d be sending a search party soon if we didn’t make an appearance.
What the hell? Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered. Because it’s not like I’m some loyal dog. I fuck women, two, sometimes three at a time. It’s no biggie.
But now, the situation was fucking screwed. I was getting married, but that wasn’t what got my goat. My real problem was this girl right here. Because she was addictive as all get out, sashaying into my life and worming her way under my skin … and we still hadn’t had a chance to sort things out.