Chapter 6

Bridget stared up at him. Her lips drawn apart. The blood rushed to her cheeks, and she panted out loud. Roy’s shoulders heaved above her. He glared down into her eyes. His whole being roiled in turmoil.

He took a step toward her. He murmured low under his breath. “You want it?”

She couldn’t answer. She could only nod. Her destiny moved in on her with his granite form. She wanted it. Now here it was, right in front of her. She asked for it, and now she got it.

He looked down at her cleavage. He compressed his lips. He didn’t kiss her now. His body radiated his monstrous power and raging sexual energy. He clenched his teeth and raised his hands.

He barely touched her. He grabbed her neckline and gave it a passionate tug downward. Her breasts bounced out to point their round tips at him. Bridget cried out in stunned shock, but his rough hands sent her reeling into rapturous delight. The air tingled on her bare nipples.

He fixed her with his most ferocious glare. Did she want this or not? Was she his or wasn’t she? Should she give herself to him, and let him satisfy his primal craving its limit?

Oh, yes! God, yes! He caught her breasts in both big hands and kissed them intensely with his mouth. He ravaged them in animal madness. He sucked her nipples and grappled their heavy flesh between his fingers. He sucked the nipples hard until her head fell back in agony.

She hugged his head against her. She felt a wetness waiting for him between her legs, he turned her on so bad. How could she stand this? How could she do this on the morning of her brother’s wedding?

She was doing it, and she wouldn’t retreat now. God, no! Not with his hands and mouth all over her breasts, and his warm breath heating her cleavage. She needed this. She needed everything he would do to her and more.

She whined and moaned against his face. He kneaded her tits and teased her erect nipples until they hurt. Her head flopped sideways. She wavered between closing her eyes against the terrible intensity and staring at his blazing eyes stalking her. Those hard gray flints drilled her from her chest level while his teeth and mouth consumed her.

She couldn’t cope with this. No and Yes fought to take over her brain. Could she really go through with this? All the time, her pussy ached for him. That ache traveled down her body from the tips of her nipples, all over her breasts, down her belly to her panties. She longed for some release in him.

He moaned and fought for every mouthful of alabaster flesh. He worked over her like some ravenous animal tearing its prey. He stuffed her tits into his mouth in maniac frenzy and pawed down her dress to her hips.

He caught hold of her skirts and flipped them up. One hand dove underneath, straight up her leg a driven fury. He fingered her panties just long enough to feel how wet she was for him. He panted in a feral warning, but she never had time to prepare herself. He tugged the flimsy cotton out of the way, and his fingers flattened against her clitoris.

Now she had no choice but to close her eyes and submit to her fate. She clung to his jacket collar while his fingers swirled through her molten pools. He stirred her clit in lashing waves of desire until she pitched and tossed in his arms.

He ground his rock-hard prick against her leg. She could never mistake his intentions. A low, steady vibration rumbled out of his chest, and his shaft throbbed inside his tight, rounded crotch.

He leaned so far forward he craned her back against….she didn’t know what. She couldn’t see behind her and she didn’t care. Something stopped her leaning back any farther, but he kept pushing her down. Her hips struck something solid, and her shoulders kept going until they came up against some flat surface she could lean on.

Her mind wouldn’t function well enough to look around. She was in some broom closet, getting fingered by her brother’s best man. She didn’t have time to think anything more before he pushed two thick fingers inside of her.

He excited all the tiny nerve endings dancing down her sides, and his massive digits found their way to her anatomy’s glorious extreme. He pumped and caressed her full to his knuckles.

She floated on ever-expanding surges of delicious delight. The higher she got, the more her dress got in her way. She couldn’t spread her legs for him the way she wanted to. He got frustrated with the dress, too. He prised himself away from her breasts for just long enough to deal with that dress.

He hitched her skirts over her hips, and her thighs parted before his majestic power. He glanced down at his hand buried between her legs and returned to glare into her startled, glazed eyes. He had her right where he wanted her. She was his tart, his dessert.

His palm hit her clitoris. He thrust his fingers into her and lifted her back on the hard surface. She swam in clouds of rapture on that rough intrusion. All her pent-up tension flooded out of her.

He leaned in close to her face with his teeth bared. “Is that good? That’s it. Oh, yeah.”

She couldn’t form the words to answer. She could only moan in a steady rhythm to that hand beating against her bones. Her mouth hung open in wordless astonishment at his mighty bulk towering over her. She cringed from his smoldering presence even as her heart leapt to meet him in carnal oneness.

From far away, she started to register where she was. A waist-high shelf poked her hips from behind. Her shoulders rested against a dusty wall of pigeon holes. No sooner had that fact sunk into her sex-addled brain than Roy whipped his hand out of her snatch and grappled her around the hips. He took two big handfuls of ass and hoisted her up to sit on that shelf.

Her white thighs sailed in the breeze. Her mouth gaped in inarticulate whimpering sobs of saturated ecstasy. She couldn’t move from the position in which he put her.

He dove in for a kiss and fell onto his knees in front of her. With one wrench, he ripped her panties off to expose her sat. She stared down at his head between her legs for one shocking moment. The next instant, cataclysmic surges of wet sugar flowed into her tortured slit. He clamped her thighs in both hands and looped her legs over his shoulders. He had split her body in half and set to work on her sweet cunt.

She held herself up on her hands. Her fingers tightened around the shelf, but the rest of her dissolved in hot rivers of juicy desire. He touched his fiery dragon tongue to her engorged clit and set off a domino effect through her being. She jerked back and forth on her seat, but he wouldn’t let her come any closer.

Her ass scraped the rough wood, but that sensation only joined all the other intense and mysterious sensations rocketing through her. Her family and friends waited outside to escort her brother to the altar. They couldn’t do that without the best man, and here he was with his face between her legs. He showed no signs of quitting anytime soon, either. How long would he go on?

He said he wanted to fuck her, but he sure took his sweet time about it. He dabbled around her clit and nosed his whole face into her slit. He worked around every part of her, paying close attention to every spot she loved. Then, he delved lower into her butt crack to surprise her out of her mind.

Bridget arched her back against the pigeon holes, but she couldn’t go anywhere. He had her. Now he would get his way with her. She could only crack open and let him in. His fingers joined his tongue and face on their mystical journey through her frilly tissues. How could her body experience so much pleasure?

He slipped his fingers inside and tickled those sensitive spots inside her cavern. His tongue beat around her clit, and the two sensations together formed a burning concoction eclipsing everything else.

She cast a quick glance down, but she didn’t see the top of his head the way she expected. Those eyes, those dominating eyes stared back at her above her heaving mound. Her pussy welded against his face. His mouth lay buried under her, and those eyes, those demon eyes forced their way into her consciousness above it all.

He impaled his fingers to their limit, but he didn’t pump them in and out anymore. He hooked them deep against her insides and nuzzled her deepest spots to distraction. All the time, his mouth mauled her clit until she couldn’t keep still anymore. She bucked her hips against his face, and her screaming climax crashed over her in raw orgasmic heaven.

The shelf dug into her bare ass, but she didn’t care. She pushed her pussy into his face to ride his tongue skyward. Wave upon wave of ecstasy shattered her to pieces. Her tortured pussy spasmed in concert with the undulating muscle contractions stroking his fingers inside her.

She hadn’t finished exploding into the clouds when a sharp point stabbed her to the core. She shrieked out loud, but she couldn’t figure out what that thing was. Her whole being struggled against the tightness. When she rocked forward to rub her clit against his mouth, she wound up sitting down harder on the alien invading her.

She froze in horror, but he already started flexing his heavy arms to stick it in harder. Her ass ached, but her climaxes only crescendoed higher than ever. The terrible reality fought its way into her mind. He was in her ass!

His finger tore broke open her dark opening. That uncomfortable tightness held her frozen. His tongue’s constant pressure on her clit, his fingers in her cunt, and his steamy saliva dribbling down her ass overrode everything else.

In an instant, another monstrous wave of orgasmic rapture curled over her and towed her off her moorings. That finger in her ass struck to her very soul. It joined the other forces completing her and fulfilling her as never before.

One orgasm after another snapped her out of her trance. She hurled herself right and left, but she couldn’t shake off those controlling hands. He held her firm with some part of him in every hole. He moved her where he wanted her. He sent her into blinding climax whenever he wanted and however he wanted. How could she stand a man like this? How could she survive this?

He rose to his feet before her eyes. He inched his hips between her legs, but his demonic eyes kept her fixed in one spot. She couldn’t get away from a man who looked at her like that. She read her destruction in his face.

He knew he had her. He knew she couldn’t get away. She didn’t want to get away. She could only fall under his massive manhood.

He shoved her thighs apart with his hips. He hadn’t touched his clothes. He crammed his swollen crotch against her slit and swept back and forth across it.

Her fevered blood rushed to her cheeks. Her lips pouted open, and her eyelids dropped. Every move he made erupted through her on geysers of boiling lava. His hands closed around her ribs, and he knocked her back against the wall.

His voice rumbled so low she could barely hear it. “Give it to me, baby. Give me your sweet pussy. Huh? Yeah, baby.”

Bridget couldn’t hold back anymore. She wanted him. She wanted to give herself to him and to take him for herself. She got herself into this situation. Now she had to grab it with both hands and make it her own. She might as well enjoy herself to her limit.

She pushed herself up to kiss him, and her hands found his waistband. She towed him harder between her legs and ground her pussy against his bulge. His breath caught on his lips, and he sucked the saliva back with a sudden hiss.

Her hands moved of their own accord. They danced over his button and eased down the zipper. She plunged her hand into his pants and unleashed the dragon from its hidden chamber.