The Wedding Sexcapades: The Bride II

Athena

He pulled me close, his lips hovering an inch from mine, teasing me, refusing to give me a kiss. Instead, he buried his face in my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my skin as he bit down on my collarbone..

"We're going to regret this," he growled against my skin, his hands gripping my waist. "But I need this sweet pussy."

Before I could answer, he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. He didn't set me on his hip—he hoisted me higher, setting my thighs over his massive shoulders, placing my bare, glistening pussy directly at level with his mouth.

The warm air from his breath hit my wet center, making me gasp and bite my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood.

He turned around, wedging me firmly between his heavy body and the cold metal wall of the elevator, trapping me completely.

He started with my inner thighs, pressing hot, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, teasing his way inward until I was shivering, my fingers holding his head. 

 Then, he flattened his tongue and took one long filthy lick from the bottom of my entrance all the way to my clit.

I shivered hard.

A high-pitched scream caught in my throat.

He didn't give me a chance to recover. He locked his mouth over my clit, sucking the tiny bud into his mouth while his tongue swirled over it with relentless, practiced speed. He held my hips pinned to his shoulders, absorbing every frantic squirm and gasp I made.

The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet elevator. I was already shaking.

"Please... a finger," I sobbed out, out of my mind with pleasure. "Put a finger in me!"

He dropped me down slightly, unhooking one of my legs from his shoulder while keeping my left leg hiked high over his arm. He brought his fingers to his own mouth, slicking two of them with his saliva, and then shoved them deep into my pussy in one swift, hard thrust.

"Oh, God!" I screamed, my head snapping back against the metal wall.

He sank to his knees right there on the floor, keeping my leg over his shoulder as he buried his face back between my thighs, adding his tongue to the rhythm. His fingers pumped in and out of me, curling upward to hit my G-spot with every stroke while his tongue flattened against my clit.

I lost all sense of time, space, and reality. I grabbed his short hair, holding his face clamped against my pussy while the orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision went white. I came all over his face, thighs clamping, cunt pulsing, a broken sob tearing out of my throat.

He didn’t stop.

He kept licking and finger-fucking me straight through it until a second climax slammed into me even harder, flooding his mouth and chin. Only then did he finally ease off, standing slowly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, voice wrecked.

I was trembling, coming down from the highest high of my life. I wiped the sweat thst beaded o. My forehead and his eye caught my engagement ring 

And he brows furrowed as he grabbed my hand to have a closer look. 

“Shit!” He mumbled. 

Suddenly, the elevator hummed to life. The bright fluorescent lights snapped on overhead, blinding us both, 

He immediately reached down, picking up his phone and stepped back from me. 

The doors opened on his floor leaving me slumped against the wall with my dress still hiked up, thighs shaking, cunt dripping, and no idea who the hell the man who just ate me like he was starving actually was.