Party Favor--5

CHEYENNE

The box lid lifted and Duke’s face appeared above me.

It was calm, and almost soft in the low light. There was no sign of anger or disgust…just… him.

I burst into tears the second our eyes met.

But he simply reached in, his strong arms sliding under me, lifting me out like I weighed nothing.

My legs buckled when my feet hit the floor, but he caught me, pulling me against his chest.

"D-duke!" I sobbed into his shirt, fists clutching the fabric.

“You’re not gonna marry me anymore,” I choked out. “I’m ruined. I didn’t mean for any of this. I swear, Duke, it was supposed to be just you. I wanted to give you my virginity tonight, I wanted it to be special, and then Ryan…Mark…everyone…they just… I didn’t stop them, I couldn’t…”

“Hey. Hey.” His rumbled gently, stroking his hand down my spine. “Breathe, baby. It's okay.”

I hiccuped, looking up at him through blurry tears. “You’re not mad?”

He wiped a smear of cum off my cheek with his thumb, then licked it clean. My stomach flipped in shock and...lust.

“I got a text,” he said quietly, looking at me with that familiar heated look. “From Jessica. She said, ‘Hope you enjoy the surprise Cheyenne made for you.’ I thought it was gonna be… I don’t know. A sexy video. A note. Not this.” He glanced down at my wrecked body. “But fuck, Chey… watching all of them take turns on you? Hearing you moan through that box? It unlocked something in me I didn’t even know I had.”

"W-what...?" I blinked, stunned. “You… liked it?”

He exhaled a rough laugh. “Liked it? Baby, a little secret, I knew it was you the moment I entered the room.”

Shock hit me hard in the face and I gasped. “How??”

His hand moved as he touched my pelvic bone. “Your birthmark baby. I may have not fucked your pussy, but I've eaten it many time. I'll know that mark anytime.”

“So why…why did you ask them to?” I was horrified and at the same time curious. “Even your own father and my cousin....Oh God!"

Duke flushed and then shrugged. “Well it got a little out of hand, but initially, knowing they all fucked you with their fingers turned me on and I wanted to know how I'd feel if they all took turns on you.”

Honestly it was a little gross that he allowed his father fuck me, but at the same time, the face that he knew all this while and just watched, fuck, it made my pussy tingle like hell.

Dinner might get awkward from now on if I ever see his dad again, but I did have a question to ask him.

My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard. “So how did you feel...watching?"

“I'm so fucking hard right now I can barely think.” He breathed roughly. “Lay back on the bed. I wanna watch their cum drip out of you.”

My breath caught. Shame and heat crashed through me at once. I should’ve said no and run.

But the fact that this turned him on well, also was turning me on.

So I obeyed, my shaky legs carrying me to the mattress. I lay back and bend my knees, planting my feet wide so I could spread myself open for him.

My pussy was a mess with the swollen lips parted, hole gaping slightly from being used so hard.

A few seconds passed and the thick white rivulets of cum began sliding out, pooling on the sheets beneath me.

Duke groaned deep in his throat. “Jesus Christ. Look at that.”

He unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, veiny cock and started stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on my ruined cunt.

“Fuck… so full of them,” he muttered. “My sweet little fiancée, dripping with all my friends’ loads. You came so many times there, didn’t you?”

I whimpered, nodding.

My hand drifted down on its own and I slid my fingers through the mess, rubbing slow circles over my clit. “Yes… I couldn’t stop… I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry.” His fist sped up, moving up and now his leaking length. “You’re fucking perfect like this. Keep touching yourself. Let me see you come again.”

The sight of him jerking off to me…to the evidence of what they’d done…lit me up.

I rubbed faster, two fingers dipping inside my sloppy hole, pushing their cum deeper, then back out.

My clit throbbed under my touch as Duke’s breathing turned ragged.

“Gonna come just watching you,” he rasped. “My dirty fucking bride.”

That tipped me over.

My back arched and a broken cry ripped out of me as I came hard, more cum oozing out around my fingers.

Duke groaned my name and followed, his hot spurts landing across my stomach, mixing with everything else.

He didn’t let me lie there long as he hurried to the bathroom.

When he returned, he scooped me up again, carried me in there.

The shower was already running with hot water and he set me on my feet under the spray, stepping behind me.

He was gentle now, squirting soap in his hands, lathering my tits, my stomach, my thighs.

He washed every inch of me, careful around my sore nipples, and my bruised hips.

Then he knelt, parted my legs, and washed between them.

His fingers slid inside me, scooping out the last of their cum, rinsing me clean while I trembled and clung to his shoulders, cumming again.

Then he tilted my face under the spray, thumb wiping my cheeks, my lips, until the taste of all the men were gone.

If this was goodbye, it was gonna hurt so much.

When we were both clean, he pulled me out, and then led me to the huge tub he’d already filled with soap and essential oils.

We sank in together with me between his legs, back to his chest, his arms wrapped around me.

He kissed my temple right then, whispering softly… “The wedding’s still on, right?”

I started crying again as relief crashed over me. “Oh my god, yes. Yes, Duke. I still want to marry you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He turned my face, kissed me slow and deep—tasting only like him now.

Then he shifted, lifting my hips in the warm water until his hard cock nudged at my entrance. “One more time,” he murmured against my mouth. “Just us.”

I nodded happily and he slid in slowly, filling me inch by inch. I moaned as my head fell back on his shoulder.

He fucked me gently at first…long, rolling thrusts that made the water lap around us…then deeper, harder as his hands gripped my hips.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my ear. “No matter who else touched you tonight. This pussy? This body? Mine forever.”

I clenched around him, already climbing again towards the peak. “Yours. always yours!”

He drove in one last time, burying himself deep, and came hard. His hot pulses flooded me, claiming me from the inside.

When we both came down from the aftershocks, he held me tight, kissing my neck very gently.

“I can’t wait for all the adventures we’re gonna have after we’re married, baby.”

I smiled through the haze, turning to kiss him again.

“Me neither.”

(End)