“Alright,” I said at last, sliding my fingers out and suckling the tips, tasting her honey before I began to undo my belt and open my pants, letting that thick, throbbing slab of cock meat spring out and slap against her cheeks.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, pressing her hips towards me. She wanted me so bad she could hardly contain in. There was no lying, not with how I could see every expression on her face.
Not to brag, but my dick was big. I mean, real big. And seeing it pressed up against her two pale, pert ass cheeks only made it look all the larger. I ground myself against her, rocking my hips and feeling her two cheeks squeeze about the veiny girth of my shaft, until I couldn’t take anymore.
“I need to be inside you,” I growled out, sliding down the thick tip between her ass cheeks, until it was nestled far enough down against her puffy little pussy. I didn’t wait, though. My patience had run out, and so I merely pushed forward, thrusting my dick down deep into her slick little canal, feeling that narrow cunt stretch wide to accommodate my girth. I pulled that slit of hers taut about my meat as I let loose such a deep, gruff moan.
“Blake!” she cried out loud, her head tilting back as she arched her spine, and I watched her expression change from shock, to lust, to that little tiny wince of pain as I hit too deep. It was sweet perfection, and her slender body took me all in, even though it looked so obscene.
Her tits heaved beneath her wedding gown, her lips parted as she let out little gasps of pleasure.
I
savoured every little thing about her for as long as I could, and then I began to tug back. Those tight little cunny lips of hers pulling at me in return, clenching my dick and seeming to haul me back inside her. It made it so hard to resist filling the air with my moans as I bucked my hips and pumped sweet Juliet full of my cock. Again and again I thrust forward, smacking into her pert ass cheeks as I sent her reeling against the dresser.
All the while, watching her face as she moaned my name, filled with such appreciation for my thick dick. It was sweet to be able to watch her like this, and her hips pressed back against mine aggressively.
“I used to,” she whimpered, “think of you, when I touched myself in the bath,” she confessed.
I rewarded her with such a hard, passionate thrust. I made that lavish wedding gown flounce with each push of my hips. I hammered myself into her nice and deep, marking her mine right there on her wedding day, the two of us making so much noise in that tucked-away room.
“I’d beat it to thoughts of your prissy lil’ ass and tits,” I growled out to her in return, breathing heavier as I began to build up a tempo, making those cheeks ripple before me with the motions of our fucking.
Her body thrummed at my words, a deep chill of pleasure going through her.
“Oh God...” Her eyes fluttered up, and I could tell she was trying to picture it, to imagine him jerking off to thoughts of her.
“I wanted to tell you,” she managed out, her breathing so much harder and her voice lustier. “I wanted you so bad, but I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship.”
Call it a reward for her confession, or a punishment for her wrong decision, but I hammered into her so hard then. Pounded her up against the dresser, my cock throbbing, swelling up with desire as my head filled with thoughts of her and I, pining for each other. Dick hard, pussy wet, but only now meeting up as they should’ve so long ago.
“Should’ve come to me so much sooner,” I growled out, looking down, to see the sight of my ruddy cock, bulging with thick veins, pumping in and out, glistening with her slick honey. I couldn’t contain my excitement, and the loud slap of my balls to her clit resounded through the room.
She wanted me to knock her up, but I wanted to enjoy this. To take my time, to make her really want to come back for more. My hips rocked, my hand trailing down between her bare shoulder blades. I felt her warm skin out, her body slamming back into mine as she let out a long moan.
God, she sounded so sweet, just like the girl I’d first fallen for.
“Blake!” she cried out, body arching against my touch, her hands barely holding her aloft.
She was groaning and her body pulsing with such heat as her heart raced, and I could see such unleashed pleasure on her expression.
The long years of pining for her — and she for me! — were broiling up at long last, and my hands grasped her hips, fingers and thumbs sinking into her pert flesh before I started to let my hands wander. I reached up, sunk my digits into Juliet’s breasts, felt the supple flesh of those pale, milky mounds and luxuriated in them. She was absolutely exquisite.
There was no finer girl out there for me than her, and I had her at last, if only for a moment. I could feel my dick swelling, harder than it’d ever been because I was fucking her, and not some runner-up.
I grunted, moaned out her name as we fucked against the dresser, seeing every heavenly expression upon her face. The way my greedy hands ravenously groped at her tits over her dress.
I thought back to prom, when she and the jock she was dating at the time had won, the way she’d looked at me with a soft little smile. A smile that had more meaning, now. A smile that hid those feelings so well, made me believe that it would never be me on her arm, never be me in her bed.
And now, here I am, fucking her on her wedding day, raw, so recklessly. She wanted a baby, my baby, and I promised I’d breed her. That I’d pump her full of enough cum that there’d be no question who the daddy is.
She pushed back into me, her mouth opened as she cried out against my touch, everything about her looking less refined and yet somehow more perfect as she rammed her ass into my hips.
I couldn’t contain myself, the physical joy of being inside her, of feeling those tight walls cling to my manhood. The emotional joy of knowing that she’d wanted me… of knowing that when I came I’d be planting her first child in her womb.
I moaned aloud, hard and noisily. The room shook with our motions, and I took a final look at her gorgeous face, her stunning tits, then closed my eyes. I could feel all the sensations of that slick canal over my shaft, the thick veins rubbing against her inner walls…
My balls began to tighten and I was barreling towards my climax as I hammered into her, squeezing her hip and breast as I raced towards that precipice.