Stolen on My Wedding Day {2}

The heavy bathroom door rattled again with another insistent knock.

“Sophia? Honey, are you sure you’re okay?” Mark’s voice was laced with genuine concern, so sweet it made her stomach twist with guilt.

She was trembling, barely able to stand, her freshly married pussy still pulsing from Damien’s wicked tongue.

Damien knelt between her legs like he owned her, dark eyes locked on hers with pure, dangerous hunger.

His lips glistened with her juices as he slowly dragged his tongue up her slick folds again, teasing her swollen clit with lazy, torturous circles.

Sophia gripped the marble sink so hard her knuckles turned white. “I’m fine, Mark!”

she called out, her voice cracking slightly. “Just… the dress is tricky. Give me two minutes!”

Damien chuckled darkly against her cunt, the vibration sending sparks through her body. “Two minutes?” he whispered, breath hot on her sensitive flesh. “I could make you come again in thirty seconds, you filthy little bride.”

“Shut up,” she hissed down at him, even as her hips involuntarily rocked toward his mouth.

He smirked and dove back in, sucking her clit hard while two thick fingers plunged deep inside her, curling viciously.

Sophia bit her veil again, eyes squeezing shut as fresh pleasure built fast and merciless.

Outside, Mark sighed. “Alright, love. I’ll wait for you by the cake table. Don’t be too long everyone wants to see the beautiful bride.”

The sound of his footsteps faded. The moment he was gone, Damien rose to his feet in one fluid motion, towering over her.

His hand shot out, gripping her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at him.

“You almost moaned my name while answering your husband,” he growled, eyes blazing. “Tell me how wet that made you, Soph. Tell me your married pussy is dripping because you love betraying him.”

“I hate you,” she whispered, but her voice was weak, trembling with need.

“No, you don’t.” He spun her around suddenly, bending her over the sink so she faced the large mirror.

Her veil fell crooked over her face as he yanked her wedding dress up around her waist again. “Look at yourself.

Look at what a desperate slut you are on your wedding day.”

Sophia stared at her reflection flushed cheeks, smeared lipstick, eyes glassy with lust.

Damien’s hard cock was already free, thick and veined, pressing insistently against her soaked entrance. “Damien, please… not here,” she begged, even as she arched her back, offering herself to him.

“Begging already?” He slapped her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing in the bathroom. “You’re going to take every inch while wearing his ring.”

With one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her. “Ahh—fuck!” Sophia cried out, gripping the sink as he stretched her wide.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slamming against her ass with wet, filthy slaps. “That’s it. Take my cock like the cheating whore you are.

Your husband is out there smiling while I ruin his new wife’s tight little cunt.”

“Damien… oh God, slower—” she moaned, but her body betrayed her, pushing back to meet every savage thrust.

“Slower?” He laughed, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her see stars. “You don’t want slow. You want to be used. Say it.”

“I… I want to be used,” she gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her face.

“Louder.”

“I want to be used by you! Fuck—harder!”

Damien groaned in satisfaction and pounded into her mercilessly, the mirror fogging with their heavy breaths. “Good girl. This pussy belongs to me. Say it while you come on my cock.”

Sophia shattered again within minutes, her walls clenching around him as she came hard, biting her own arm to muffle the scream.

Damien followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot, thick cum, groaning filthy praises against her ear.

Afterward, he pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip down her thighs. “Clean yourself up, Mrs. Newlywed. But remember—this is only the beginning.”

He slipped out of the bathroom first, leaving her shaking and ruined.

ONE WEEK LATER

One week after the wedding, the secret meetings had already begun.

Sophia was curled up on the couch beside Mark, pretending to enjoy the movie, when her phone buzzed.

She glanced down and saw a message from Damien a close-up photo of his thick, hard cock, veins bulging, a shiny drop of precum at the tip.

The caption read: “Thinking of your married pussy. Send me a picture of you spreading it for me right now.”

She typed back quickly, heart racing. “Mark is sitting right next to me. I can’t.”

Damien replied instantly: “You can and you will. Do it quietly like a good slut.”

Sophia bit her lip, slipped away to the guest bathroom while Mark was distracted, and sent him the shameful photo.

Damien answered right away: “Good girl. I’m coming over tomorrow while he’s at work.”

The next afternoon, the moment Damien stepped into the apartment and the door clicked shut, he pushed Sophia against the wall.

“On your knees,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Sophia dropped without thinking, her hands trembling as she freed his cock and took him deep into her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” Damien groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Suck the cock your husband will never satisfy you with.”

After a while, Damien pulled her up, eyes dark with hunger. “Let’s go to your marital bed,” he said with a wicked smile. “I want to christen it with my cum.”

He led her into the bedroom the same room where Mark had gently made love to her on their wedding night.

The moment they reached the bed, he threw her face-down, ass up.

“Look at this,” he said with dark satisfaction, spreading her cheeks. “Fucking another man right in your husband’s bed. You’re such a dirty little cheater.”

He slammed into her hard and raw, no condom.

“Feel that? Bare cock stretching your married cunt. I’m going to fill you until you’re leaking my cum for days.”

Sophia moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him. “Harder… please, Damien. Ruin me.”

He spanked her ass until it glowed red, then flipped her over and made her ride him reverse cowgirl in front of the full-length mirror.

“Watch yourself,” he commanded, gripping her hips as he thrust up into her. “Watch how you bounce on my cock like a desperate slut. Look at your face while you betray your husband.”

Sophia stared at her reflection her breasts bouncing wildly, mouth open in constant moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Oh fuck… I look like such a whore,” she whimpered.

“You are a whore,” Damien growled, one hand sliding up to choke her lightly. “My whore. Say it.”

“I’m your whore!” she cried out. “Only yours — ahh, I’m coming!”

She came hard, squirting around his cock as he filled her with another hot load. He whispered hotly in her ear, “You’ll always be mine, Sophia. No matter how many times he fucks you, this pussy will always crave me.”

That evening, after another rough session, Sophia lay panting beside him, his cum still leaking from her.

“I can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’m going to lose everything.”

Damien rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. His cock was already hardening again against her thigh.

“You say that every time,” he said with a smirk, “yet here you are, legs spread for me in your husband’s bed. You love the risk. You love being my dirty secret.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. “The pleasure is too much. I hate myself, but I need you.”

He kissed her roughly, then pushed back inside her slowly, savoring every inch. “Then stop fighting it. Tell me you’ll leave him. Tell me you’ll be my slut full-time.”

“I… I can’t,” she moaned, even as her hips rose to meet his.

Damien’s eyes darkened. He started fucking her harder, the bed creaking loudly. “You will. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure Mark finds out exactly how many loads I’ve pumped into his wife.

I’ll send him the videos I’ve been taking.”

Sophia’s eyes widened in horror. “You’ve been recording us?”