Chapter 7

Lacey

What did he mean? When he said he wanted to fuck me in a wedding dress, what did he mean by that? I felt dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. Was this really happening?

I watched, lying on my back on the hay, as he opened the pants of his tuxedo and extracted the largest cock I ever dreamed I’d see. It was long and thick, tanned in color, with a shag of hair at the base. Big veins pulsed along its length.

It terrified me. I had to stop him. If he put that weapon inside me it would kill me.

“I’m going to wrap you around this cock, Lacey. It’s going to wear you.”

I laughed. He had that mischievous look on his face.

“Grant, I’ll die.”

“I know it’s terrifying, sweetheart, but trust me, you can take it.”

My heart skipped a beat when he called me sweetheart. I felt as if I’d been waiting my whole life to hear him call me that. It sounded so right.

“Take your time,” I whispered.

He nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lacey.”

“Talk dirty to me again,” I said, surprised that I had the boldness to say such a thing.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“All right, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

“Tell me,” I whispered.

His hands were under my dress, holding my thighs gently but firmly. I could feel his fingers creeping upward toward my bare pussy.

“I’m going to violate you, Lacey. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and tonight, under this blue moon, I’m finally going to allow myself to do it.”

I looked down at the monstrous cock between his legs. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that thing inside my body.

“Did you hear what I said?” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I said I’m going to violate you.”

“Yes,” I whispered again.

“I don’t think you even know what that means.”

“Then tell me.”

“Well, first off, I don’t have a condom.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me, Lacey. No condom. We’re going skin to skin, my naked cock inside your bare pussy.”

“Grant, what if something happens?”

I gasped as his fingers found the lips of my pussy and he gently brushed his fingers over them.

“We’re going to risk it, Lacey. We’re going to let God decide. If something happens, it happens.”

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Grant.”

It was true. Grant was always cool, always calm and collected. He didn’t do a thing without working out all the possibilities and permutations. He didn’t leap without looking. He didn’t take risks.

“This is a chance we’re going to take, Lacey. You and I together. If something happens, if there’s a consequence to our action, we’ll handle it together.”

My heart was pounding. What was he saying? Did he want to have a baby with me? Was that it? Because this was supposed to be our little secret. This was supposed to be one night and one night only.

“I’m not saying I know what’s going to happen, Lacey. I’m not saying I want anything to happen. I’m just saying, we’ve waited our whole lives for a chance. For this one chance. And I’m not going to play it safe. If we’re taking a risk together, if we’re trusting each other in one mindless, crazy night of passion, then I want it to be all or nothing.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Do you understand?” he said.

I paused before answering. “Yes,” I said at last.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning, and began playing with the delicate folds of my clit, his thumb gently touching me, making me so wet that his enormous cock might just be able to slide inside me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I said.

“Fucked?” he said.

“No, not fucked. Fucked without a condom, taking the risk of letting something happen?”

He shook his head. “This is a first in more ways than one, Lacey.”

“Oh, God,” I gasped, as his finger slid inside my wet pussy.

It was the first time in my life that any part of Grant had entered my body, and all I wanted was more. I wanted everything he had to give. I wanted him to be so deeply inside me that I’d never be able to remove the traces he left of himself.

“Secondly,” he continued, “when I come inside you, when I flow into your body, when that most intimate thing happens, you’re going to be wearing your mother’s wedding dress.”

I caught his eye. What was he doing? What did all this mean? Was he trying to tell me something, or was he trying to find the most intimate, meaningful, one-night-stand in the history of one-night-stands?

“Okay,” I said.

“You don’t have a problem with that?” he said, his long, index finger sliding in and out of my wet pussy in the most intoxicating way imaginable. My hips were thrusting up and down with the motion of his hand. I was ready for him to enter me. I was ready for him to fuck my brains out. I was dying for him.

“No problems here,” I said, or rather, tried to say. It came out more as a moan than a proper sentence.

“Good,” he said, looking down at me, his thumb rapidly rubbing over my clit as his index finger fucked me repeatedly, “because there’s one final part to the fantasy.”

“The fantasy?”

“That’s right, Lacey. Are you ready to hear it?”

I was on the verge of coming. I would have said anything to make him stop talking and start fucking me. I wanted him so badly I was ready to scream.

“I’m ready,” I panted.

“It’s a little strange.”

“I don’t care,” I panted.

“We’ve got one night to make up for seventeen years,” he said.

“Just tell me what it is, Grant.”

“The moment you orgasm, I want you to cry out husband, okay?”

“And you’ll cry out wife?”

“That’s right.”

“Why, Grant?”

“Call it a fantasy,” he said. “It’s just something I want to do with you. Just this once.”

I shook my head. “You’re weird, Grant Lucas. I always knew you were weird.”

He smiled. “I’m weird, Lacey. But will you do it for me?”

His finger was making a beckoning motion inside my pussy, bringing me so close to the verge of orgasm that I was almost in tears.

“If I say yes, will you stop talking and start fucking me?”

He nodded. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes, Grant.”