My hands were still twined in his hair, but numbed fingers now hung off the ends of them, my whole body hot and tingly with the violence of what his mouth had done to me. I opened my eyes to the sight of Steve settling back on his heels, hands resting on my thighs in that possessive way the best men can pull off after they make you climax. He nodded knowingly at me, looking down at my ravaged body in Izzy’s ruined dress, and as I curled my head up past my protesting abs, I saw the head of his dick still sticking up at his belly button.
My god. Did the guy want to fuck me right here?
That cruelish look had returned to Steve’s eyes now, for he knew what he wanted and he knew what I wanted and he was going to give it to me. He straightened up on his knees, more of that delicious thick cock rising into view, primed and ready to take me. Without even thinking about it I spread my legs wide; at some point the side seam of the dress had split, and now it just kept splitting.
Like I gave a shit now. I’d pay Izzy for it, or buy her lunch or something. Certainly I’d tell her the story of what was shaping up to be an epic fuck: Izzy liked hearing about her friends getting drilled.
He shuffled forward, his smooth mushroom head searching for me, and I reached a languid hand down past my mound to seize the steel rod of that cock over those fine big balls. He let me steer him into myself, his fists resting impudently on his hips, abs rippling as he held himself straight. He smirked when I touched his prick to my slit, moving him up and down, then pulling him just inside.
He left himself there, staring at where I’d allowed him to penetrate, just the tip resting within the soupy valley of my cunt, before he nodded once more. My eyes flapped wide when he leaned forward, pushing into me, half his shaft delving into the swollen wet pussy I was giving him. We both groaned when he backed swiftly out, resetting, then pushed all the way in, those slick trimmed pubes pressed at last against my clit with his balls squishing fitfully on my taint.
He was all the way inside. My head lolled back, an eager breathy croon working its way out my lungs. “Fuck me,” I sighed, and I knew I was grinning from ear to ear as my hands worked themselves along my body, ripping at the remnants of my dress.
“Yeah?” He did that thing guys do where they flex themselves inside you, and I swear I felt him all the way in my chest. He batted my fluttering hands away and seized the dress in his own strong, deft fingers, tightening his grip and then tearing that silver rag off my scarlet body like it was tissue paper.
I sat up, his cock prodding me, so that I could wind my arms around behind my back to attack my bra. I needed to get naked for him, letting him feel my own power, knowing the force of our merged flesh would cast its own spell if I could just make it happen. He took my shoulders and pulled me close to him, our chests sliding together now, and at last I felt the clasps come free.
By the time I had the straps of my bra at my elbows, heading quickly for my hands and then the floor, he was already lifting us both with those tree-trunk legs of his, carrying me with his broad hands spread across my bare ass, and then he was turning me almost contemptuously until, still spitted on his magnificent dick, my feet found the floor and I flailed my arms until my hands grabbed the back of the couch.
Looking down now, readying myself for him to claim me, I could see the fresh lewd stain my cream had left on the cheap couch cushion, the shreds of the dress cast off to my left. I felt alive, free to give myself to him, planting my feet with my breasts dangling far beneath me and his hands preparing themselves, hooking my hips to fuck me properly.
I yelped when I heard the smack of his hand on my ass: I knew he’d be enjoying the jiggle. “Ready?”
“Fuck me,” I said again, my voice surprisingly clear. No hesitation. I needed this.
He set himself, settling his feet just inside mine: he was going to rut me like a stallion, and I wanted it with a laser clarity. I bent my arms and lowered my head, back arched, and waited. And I thought I was ready: I really, really did, but the force of his first thrust nearly knocked me onto the couch anyway. “Oh my god!” I whined.
“Pull yourself together, Nadia.” There was a tinge of amusement in his voice as I braced myself once more, and the next time I was ready. He pushed me hard, his muscles flexing all up and down his legs as I glared down between my hanging tits and watched his balls blur as he railed me, merciless.
We gave ourselves to the wanton, carnal need we felt, our legs smacking together, his cock churning deep inside my hole. He was perfect for me, thick and strong and glorious as he stirred the juices in my still-twitchy pussy, his fingers clawing me back, the slick lewd sounds our bodies made merging with the rich, addictive smell of sweat and sex.
He was well into it when I became aware of a draft wafting over me from the right, from the door, and when I rolled my exhausted head that way I saw two tuxedoes silhouetted in the doorway, stone-still, with an air of hesitancy. “Dude,” I heard, low. “Who are they?”
“Stay or go,” I heard Steve snarl at them as he plundered me, “just shut the fucking door.” I felt the giggle tear from my body, my brain exhilarated by the naughtiness of fucking here, like this, with strangers watching… the power of being naked, indeed, and I took a deep breath as I began to force myself back to meet his thrusts. I wanted to be a good little fuck for him, to be worthy of him, to give him everything.
I wanted him to remember me, because I’d sure as hell be remembering him.
He plunged into me with long, confident strokes, deep-dicking my willing body, using me for his pleasure. At one point I felt his hand smack my ass again, twice, sharp eager raps. “That’s it, little bitch,” he seethed, and somewhere off to my right a flashbulb fizzled. “Fuck me.”
Ah. So the groomsmen had stayed to watch.
I drove back hard, twisting rhythmically as I went, letting myself feel every ridged inch he was grinding into me, knowing this was the best sex I’d ever have. I tried to twist around, to watch him fuck, but in the end all I managed was a gaspy whine: “Cum in me!” My tits swung on my chest, the sensations blending together until, incredibly, I realized I just might be able to orgasm again…
I exploded when he worked his thumb into my asshole, just a nudge of naughtiness to send me over the waterfall, my battered body rising again in an exhausted, sweaty mess of exultation. I was just barely able to keep myself from collapsing onto the couch as he stroked me deep, savage, until with a deep male grunt he rooted himself all the way inside me and let go.
His dick shuddered, jumping, surging deep, but what delighted me was the harsh gust of satisfaction he let out, a long wavering grunt, relief and joy mixed as he fired his load into my body. In that moment, I knew that he was enjoying me, using me, that I had taken this Adonis and given him what he needed. So I screamed, almost sobbing, his thrusts slowing down gradually even as his cock kept spurting.