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DIRTY DADDIES --Fuck The Bride
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2026-01-19 13:03:25Sophie's POV
I should've left after the first night.
Should've gone home, showered off the evidence, deleted Dante's number, and pretended it never happened. Should've walked down that aisle in one week without the memory of four men using every hole burned into my brain.
Instead, I texted him the very next day.
I need to see you again. All of you. Before the wedding.
His response came within minutes: saturday night. Same place. We'll make sure your last night of freedom is unforgettable.
I'd become addicted. Addicted to the way they made me feel—powerful and powerless at the same time. Addicted to being used, to being filled, to the way they treated me like a goddess and a whore in the same breath. Addicted to orgasms that actually shattered me instead of Derek's pathetic three-minute sessions that left me reaching for my vibrator the second he fell asleep.
The week dragged by in agonizing slowness. I went through the motions—final dress fitting, confirming vendors, pretending to be excited about marrying a man who'd never once made me cum. Every night, I fingered myself thinking about Dante, Gabriel, Marcus, and James. About their hands, their mouths, their thick cocks stretching me open.
But my fingers weren't enough. My vibrator wasn't enough. Nothing satisfied the craving except them.
Derek tried to initiate sex twice that week. Both times I faked a headache, unable to stomach the idea of his mediocre dick after I'd had the real thing. He pouted but didn't push, and I felt zero guilt about it.
Saturday finally arrived. I told Derek I was having one last girls' night. He believed me without question—he always did. Trusting, boring Derek who had no idea his fiancée was about to get ruined by four men a week before their wedding.
I showed up at Onyx at nine, wearing a short black dress and the lingerie set I'd bought specifically for tonight—red lace, completely sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. No panties this time. I wanted easy access.
The bouncer recognized me and waved me through to the VIP area without question. My heart pounded as I walked down that familiar hallway, my heels clicking against the floor, my pussy already wet with anticipation.
I knocked on the same door from last week.
"Come in," Dante's voice called.
I stepped inside and all four men turned to look at me. They were already shirtless, wearing only jeans that hung low on their hips, and the sight of all that muscle and ink and raw masculine beauty made my knees weak.
"There's our bride," Gabriel said with that dangerous smile I'd been dreaming about. "One week until you're tied down forever. Ready for us to make the most of it?"
"I'm not here to waste time," I said, reaching for the zipper of my dress. "I came here completely sober and completely willing. I want everything you're willing to give me."
I let the dress fall to the floor, standing before them in just the sheer red lingerie and heels.
"Fuck," Marcus muttered, his hand already palming himself through his jeans. "You're perfect."
"Tell us what you want, Sophie," Dante said, stalking toward me. "We're going to give you everything, but we want to hear you say it."
I met his eyes, channeling every ounce of courage I had. "I want all of you. At the same time. I want every hole filled. I want you to use me until I can't think straight. I want to be so full of cum that it leaks out of me for days. I want—" My voice broke slightly. "I want you to ruin me so completely that I'll never be satisfied with my husband."
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DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET 95. Fuck Me On The Table
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DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET 94. Fuck my mouth, Doctor
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DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET 92. Sex Appointment
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