The Wedding Sexcapades: The Bride IV

Damien

I stood in the bathroom with the taste of her still on my tongue and my cock so hard it hurt.

Jordan’s voice came again, closer this time. “Athena?”

I looked at her in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and her makeup half ruined.

Her wedding dress was still shoved up around her waist. The head of my cock was pressed right against her entrance, one thrust away from burying myself inside my son’s bride.

I should have walked away.

Instead I leaned in, lips against her ear, and spoke low enough that only she would hear.

“Go. Marry him.”

Her breath hitched.

“Walk down that aisle. Say the words. Smile for the photos. But understand this—” I reached under the dress, hooked my fingers into the thin scrap of lace she had somehow put back on, and dragged it down her legs.

I balled the wet panties in my fist and shoved them into my pocket. “This cunt belongs to me. Tonight, after the reception, you come to my room. Not the honeymoon suite. Mine. I’m going to fuck my son’s new wife on her wedding night until she can’t remember his name.”

I stepped back, fixed my suit, and fixed her dress.

“Coming,” she said back to him after fixing her makeup. She gave me one last guilty look before she smoothed the dress with shaking hands and stepped out first.

I waited thirty seconds, then followed. I inhaled, keeping calm and maintaining the perfect father of the groom facade even with my future daughter-in-law’s soaked panties in my pocket and the taste of her still coating my mouth.

The ceremony began an hour after

I stood at the front beside Jordan, watching Athena walk down the aisle in the same white dress I had just shoved up around her hips.

Every step she took, I knew she could feel the air on her bare pussy.

My cock stayed half-hard the entire time.

When the priest reached the part everyone pretends is just tradition, he looked out over the guests.

“If anyone here has just cause why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The silence that followed was thick.

I wanted to speak. Every cell in my body screamed to open my mouth and claim her in front of both families. To tell them she had already come on my tongue twice and that her panties were currently in my pocket.

I didn’t.

I wanted the decision to be hers.

I stood there, jaw locked, and prayed she would do something. Say something. Move. Anything.

The priest waited another beat, then opened his mouth to continue.

“I need a minute.”

Athena’s voice cut through the silence, shaking.

“I need a break. Please.”

Atta girl.

Murmurs rose. Jordan looked confused. The priest hesitated. Athena didn’t wait for permission. She turned and walked off the altar, white dress trailing behind her, heading toward the side wing of the venue.

I waited for everyone murmurings to rise even more and the crowd scattered before I followed her.

I found her in a small, unused luncheon room at the end of the corridor, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. She stood with her back to me, hands braced on a low table, breathing hard.

I stepped inside and closed the door.

She spun around.

Before I could speak she grabbed my tie, yanked me forward, and crashed her mouth against mine. It was the first time we kissed since I saw her touching herself in that elevator

It was desperate, open-mouthed, filthy. Her tongue pushed past my lips like she had been starving for it. I groaned into her, hands already under the dress, grabbing her bare ass.

I tugged the table cloth on one of the tables, hurling down the glass and plates on it.

It came down crashing on the floor, broken. We didn’t care. Lifting her onto the table, I bunched her gown around her waist and fingers found her still soaked and swollen.

Just like I left it.

I broke the kiss just long enough to speak against her mouth.

“You left the altar for this.”

“I couldn’t do it,” she panted. “Not when I almost had your dick in me. Not with my panties in your pocket. I need you so bad right now. Let’s just get it out of our system.”

I ran my hands through her pussy before I shoved two fingers inside her. She moaned into my mouth.

“Look at this greedy little cunt,” I muttered, curling them. “My son is standing at the altar waiting for his bride and you’re dripping for his father. You want me to fuck you right here while they’re all waiting?”

“Yes—please—”

Her hands hurried to free my cock. She fumbled with my belt and buttons with my fingers still curled up and thrusting in her

My cock sprang out when she yanked my boxers. She wrapped her hands around it, her warmth making me shiver

She spat on it, her saliva dropping around the head before she rubbed around it in slow torturous circles.

“Ohh fuuckk…” I groaned, resting my forehead on her shoulders.

She hiked up her speed putting more saliva on it and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled my fingers from her and grabbed her thighs bringing her forward.

I lined my cock against her entrance and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She cried out. I clamped a hand over her mouth and started fucking her hard and deep, the table scraped across the floor with every stroke.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Her bare thighs trembled around my hips. The wedding dress was a ruined white mess between us.

“Don’t look away. Watch how your pretty pussy is taking every inch of my cock. Look at it.” I instructed

She moaned, her forehead pressed against mine. I kept my eyes locked on the view. My veined cock spreading her open, the wet, sticky strings of her cream clinging to me every time I pulled out, the way her cunt gripped and fluttered like it didn’t want to let me go.

I fucked her slower so we could both watch. In and out over and over. Each time more of her cream coated me, dripping down onto my balls and the floor.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach over the table, shoved the dress higher, and drove back in from behind. Deeper this time, my thrusts faster as I fisted in her hair, my other hand reaching under to rub her clit in vicious circles.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You—” she sobbed. “It’s yours—”

“Louder.”

“It’s yours, Damien—fuck—yours—”

I fucked her like I was trying to brand her from the inside. Every thrust punched a wet sound out of her. Her cunt clenched. I could feel her getting close.

“Come on your father-in-law’s cock,” I ordered. “Come while your husband waits for you at the altar. Soak me.”

She shattered with a broken cry, cunt pulsing hard around me, soaking my cock and balls. I followed her over the edge, burying myself to the root and flooding her with thick, hot ropes. stayed deep, still grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside.

When I finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum flowed out of her, sliding down her thighs in white streaks onto the white silk of the wedding dress.

I turned her around. She was still breathing hard and I looked at the mess I had made of her; flushed face, swollen lips, dress ruined, my cum dripping out of her freshly fucked cunt.

I didn’t want to give her back. I won’t give her back

I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her bottom lip. I kissed her again, slower this time, but no less filthy and fixed her dress as best I could.

“Marry me instead.” I voiced

Her eyes widened.

“The feud still ends,” I said, voice rough. “The alliance still holds. But you walk back out there and you tell them you’re marrying me. Not my son. Me. I’m not giving this cunt back. I’m not watching you become his wife after I’ve already filled you. You’re mine, Athena. Say yes.”

She stared at me, chest heaving, my cum still leaking down her legs.

“What about Jordan?” she whispered.

I was about to say something when the door burst open. She gripped me in fear that someone had discovered us.

I looked to the door and it was Jordan, tongue deep in his step sister’s mouth not even realizing what he had walked into.

Both of them exchanging saliva mindlessly.

He hands were venturing to her boobs and about to pull her dress and I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Sarah?!”

Startled, they broke away from each other.

“You’ve been sleeping with your step sister?” I could hide the annoyance in my tone

His eyes landed on Athena and his fear diffused into a smile. “I can ask you the same thing, Dad.”