Chapter 8

Grant

She was squirming in pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was actually touching her pussy. It was such a thrill my throbbing cock almost squirted all over her before it even touched her, but I restrained myself.

From somewhere, I don’t even know where, I started concocting a fantasy. I made her make promises I didn’t even know I wanted her to make.

I told her we’d fuck without a condom. I never fucked without a condom. I never took needless risks.

I told her she’d be wearing her mother’s wedding dress. What did that have to do with anything?

And worst of all, I told her to call me husband, and I’d call her wife. Where the hell did that come from? I didn’t even want to get married. Not ever.

All I can say, is that I was losing it. I was so excited I was going to fuck her that I was losing hold of my senses.

She was so ready for me she was practically coming already. She was writhing in pleasure, my finger playing with her pussy like it was a toy.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she moaned.

I smiled at her, then climbed down beneath the skirt of her silk dress. She gasped. I felt the muscles in her thighs clench in apprehension. She was right to be scared. I was going to devour her and there was no longer anything she could do about it.

Once my head was inside her skirt, I inhaled deeply. I wanted to breathe in the scent of her. That sounds like a strange thing to do, but everything about that night was strange, and I’d waited so long for that moment that I wanted to savor every tiny detail.

Her pussy was already dripping when my tongue reached the soft folds of her clit. She gasped and moaned as I slid my tongue over it, moving it back and forth. I knew she was desperate to get my cock inside her, but there was one more thing I wanted from her.

I wanted to hear her beg.

I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit while her body writhed and twisted and squirmed in pleasure. I kept going until I felt the first contractions of pre-orgasm and then I stopped, denying her the pleasure she was so desperate for.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “I’m about to come.”

My mouth was just an inch from her dripping pussy, but I didn’t touch her. I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her sex and I waited.

“Grant,” she cried. “What are you doing?”

“You want more?” I said.

“I’m dying, Grant. I want you.”

I climbed out from under her dress and faced her.

“If you want it, then you’re going to have to beg, Lacey.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I said.

She looked to the side, assessing her options, then looked back at me.

“I mean it, Lacey. I want to hear you beg.”

She was shy. It was the most adorable, enticing sight I’d ever seen in my life.

“Fuck me,” she said, softly.

“You call that begging?” I laughed.

“Grant.”

“I mean it, Lacey. I’ve watched you go out on a million dates, with a million other guys. If you want my cock inside you, you have to show me you want me more than you wanted any of them.”

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this denial, but I wasn’t backing down. I wanted her to do this. I wanted her to beg.

She looked down at my cock. I rose to give her a closer look at it. My shirt and tuxedo jacket were pulled up around my chest and my pants were around my knees, giving her a clear view of everything. I knew it was a sight she couldn’t resist. I’m built like an oak tree. I’ve got more muscle on my torso than a bull. Combined with the tattoos, it was just too much for her.

“How do I know you’re worth begging for?” she smirked.

“Excuse me?” I replied.

She was grinning at me now. Turning the tables. “You heard me. How do I know that cock is worth begging for?”

I was impressed, but I couldn’t let her win this little game. I crawled up over her so that my cock was just an inch above her face. I pointed the tip of it at her mouth like a torpedo.

“Have a taste,” I said.

She looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes wet with emotion. When she opened her mouth, I felt an overwhelming desire wash over me. I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure as her lips wrapped around my cock and she took it to the back of her throat.

Her mouth was so soft and wet and warm I could hardly stand it. I pulsed in desire. Lust raged through me like an inferno. I felt a throb of pleasure and pulled myself out of her mouth. I couldn’t allow myself to come. Not yet. Not before she begged.

She smiled up at me and then turned over on her knees. I took my weight from her so she could get up. She reached around to the back of her dress and pulled it up, revealing the most enticing ass I ever imagined.

She swayed it slowly from side to side, causing my cock to pulse, on the very verge of orgasm.

“You want me to beg?” she said.

“Yes,” I panted.

“All right, I’ll beg. Fuck me, Grant. Give it to me hard. Give me everything I deserve, because I’m a very naughty girl. I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to fill me. I want your orgasm to rush into my pussy so far I can never get it back out. I want you to own me, Grant. I want you to possess me completely.”

That did it. I grabbed her thighs tightly in my powerful hands and pulled her ass onto my cock like it was a sheath. I pulled her all the way down onto me so that my cock was so far inside her I was certain I felt her cervix.

She cried out, but I was beyond rational control. I thrust into her and then pushed her entire body forward like a doll. As soon as the tip of my cock was outside her, I pulled her back onto it and she cried out again.

I repeated the motion over and over, pulling her down onto my throbbing cock, and pushing her forward away from it. She cried out with each thrust, and I was overcome with a violence that surprised me. I’d never been in such a state in my life.

When my orgasm finally struck, it was as if I’d been connected to a high voltage power supply. The muscles in my back, my buttocks and my thighs all contracted and convulsed at once, and I gushed into Lacey’s tight pussy with such force her entire body clenched.

That clenching made her even tighter, and the pleasure forced another powerful gush, another wave of orgasmic ecstasy, through my body.

She remembered my command to her. She remembered, and that changed everything. I didn’t realize it at the time, it was supposed to be just a one night thing, but her remembering my command changed both of our destinies forever.

“Husband,” she cried out, as my cock released gush after gush into her soaking pussy.

“Wife,” I cried, my hands so tight on her tender ass that I was sure they’d leave bruises.

My body poured itself into her like there was nothing else on earth. When my orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed onto her delicate body in a panting mess. My weight crushed her beneath me and the two of us lay, gasping for breath.

My cock was still inside her, and it spasmed a few last surges as we lay there recovering.

“Oh my God, Lacey,” I panted.

Her shoulders were shaking.

She was crying.