“Hey, ladies,” he says without taking his eyes off me, “can you give me and my bride a moment?”
They edge out the door, looking at him disapprovingly.
“I know you’re going to come out of here, grinning like a shot fox,” Kelli warns, “but it took us all afternoon just to make her presentable-”
“Hey!” I protested. She ignores me of course.
“Shot fox?” Ekaterina frowns.
“Looking all smug and self-satisfied,” Kelli diverts from her tirade briefly. “So don’t mess her up too much when you have a naughty,” she finishes.
Ekaterina is making a valiant effort to not laugh and she’s failing. He slams the door behind them and we can hear them howling with laughter.
“Really,” I said nervously, “you have no idea what it took to get me into this dress, so…”
He’s ignoring me, head down, eyes up as if he’s scenting me like prey. Seizing my hips, he drops to his knees, pressing his face against me. “I swear I could smell you clear across this fucking place,” he groaned. Leaning me against the table, he throws up my fluffy skirt and dives under it, using his teeth to pull down my undies.
“Oh, wait. Babe… hey…” My protests are purely perfunctory. We both know he’s going to make me go off like fireworks on New Year’s Eve and I’m going to have to pray I can keep my mouth shut when he does it.
His thumbs part my lips and he swipes his tongue up the slim furrow between them, nudging at my clit with the tip of his nose and making me grab the table in a death grip. He’s groaning with pleasure and the sound is vibrating through my lower half. I blindly put my hand on his head, feeling the heat of him through the fabric.
“Beautiful…” he slurs, sounding like he’s drunk as he tongues and plays with me, sliding two thick fingers up inside and rubbing the front of my channel, easily finding the spot that always makes my knees buckle. When his lips press firmly around my clit and he lashes it with his tongue, I slap my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream and alert the entire wedding party that the bride is getting eaten out - and expertly - by her deeply perverted husband.
His head pops out from under my skirt, eyes glittering and his lips wet from me. “That was the quickest I’ve ever made you come, wife.”
“Well…” Pushing my hair out of my face, I try to recover my tattered dignity. “Your oral skills make up for some of the more irritating parts of your personality.”
“Really,” he purred, that panther tone coming out in force. “And here I thought it was my big dick.”
“That as well,” I agree, not even fighting him as his hands smooth my skirt up over my waist, lifting me onto the table. He spreads my legs, pinching my wet lips together and tugging, ignoring my alarmed squeal.
Dario moves up my body, stopping to kiss each breast before tapping his cock against my clitoris, sliding the thick head through the mess he’s made of me before pushing it inside. He chuckles cruelly when my hips lift, trying to meet him halfway. He leans back, slapping my clit briskly.
Oh, my god what is that-
The sting from the slap turns into a spread of heat that makes my wet center prickle and throb. “Ow! Dario!”
“Say, ‘I want your cock in me’ or I am taking it away from you for a week,” he warned. Oh, no. This was Edging Dario. Edging Dario had kept me right on the brink of madness before.
“Honey, we don’t have time for-Ow!”This time, he slapped my clit with two wet fingers as the head of his thick cock slotted just inside my channel.
“Say it,” he whispers diabolically, biting my neck.
“I do,” I moaned, “I want your cock in me.”
“Hold on…” he warned before yanking me onto his cock.
“Babe… Dario…” I wheeze, “I can feel you clear to my belly button.” I have never felt so full, full to bursting and I pant, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out slowly, and then tugs me forward again. I can feel the muscles in his abdomen clench as he slams against me, over and over and I already feel that tight spiral, something that runs from my center and moves outward, up my spine, down my legs, and through my fingers and toes and when it starts spiraling back in, I know I will blow apart when it reaches my pussy again. My entire focus narrows down to that moment, moaning shamelessly as I wait for it, wanting it, craving it.
He leans against me, making me feel his weight as he pulls harder on my hips. “I can feel you tightening up, so close to coming on my cock, coming so hard you nearly squeeze me out. You are right there, baby.” His hand slides down and slaps my swollen clit very hard and I scream. Like a woman with no sense who does not care who hears her because nothing could feel this intense.
There’s the red heat of pain and the delicious stretch and a bolt of electricity that seems to surge and circle through me. Then my porn-star of a husband comes too, his biceps bulging as he yanks on my hips one more time. I can feel the surging warmth as he comes inside me, bracing with his feet and pushing higher inside me as if to make sure not a drop escapes.
Our arms wrap around each other, we’re panting, his head resting on my chest and we’re clinging together like one perfect organism. “I love you,” I wheeze, “even though I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill me through sex.”
“You’re not getting rid of me so easily,” he chuckles, biting my neck and then licking the sting away.
A very loud knock on the door breaks us apart, both of us moaning as his cock slides from me. “Let us in!” Kelli shouts, “We have to fix up whatever mess you made of Cora before the reception starts!”
