Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “You are the most beautiful girl in the world, Callie.”

  I want to reach up and touch his face, but I’m still scared, or maybe hesitant is the word. And when he finally presses his lips to mine, my whole world seems to reel.

  Heat fills every cell in my body as his tongue explores my mouth. Fingers tighten in my hair as his kiss becomes more urgent, and as his free hand wanders down the top of my leg, I moan uncontrollably.

  “I want to taste you,” he growls, pushing up my skirt.

  Panting, I nod, feeling the urgency spread to my pussy.

  Granger grips me by the hips and slides me back on the seat. His eyes stay fixed on my face as he finishes pushing up my mini skirt.

  God, I’ve never been so much as touched by a man, and now here is my father’s best friend—a man I’ve known since I was a little girl, who used to bring me lollipops and buy me stuffed animals at Christmas—getting ready to go down on me.

  I should be mortified, or, at a minimum, turned off. But his dark hair dusted with grays, and those fine lines around his face only serve to turn me on even more.

  “Oh fuck,” he grumbles. “Is this wet spot for me, baby?”

  When his finger glides over the crotch of my thongs, barely grazing my clit that’s now swollen, I pull in a harsh breath, feeling my nipples pucker under my blouse. I’m not surprised that I’m wet.

  “Yes,” I whisper, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as he peels the thongs aside.

  His eyes flicker, hunger blazing in them as he takes in my dripping pussy.

  “I’m the first man to see this, aren’t I?”

  I nod, wanting him desperately to end this torture.

  He smiles at me as he dips the tip of his finger inside my opening. “Good. Because I’m going to be the last.”

  I gasp as he comes out and swirls his finger over my clit. And he just looks up at me, smirking.

  “The last? What—what do you mean?”

  As he plants a soft kiss on my aching labia, I let out a small groan, spreading my legs wider for him.

  “You’re going to become my wife. Today.”

  He leans down and lightly flicks his tongue over my pearl, making me launch my hips upward and cry out in pleasure. One hand reaches up and unbuttons my shirt with incredible precision, then pushes up my bra, forcing my breasts to spill out.

  I’m still reeling over what he just said, but as he tugs my clit past his lips and twists a nipple between his fingers, I’m a prisoner to him at this moment.

  There’s no way I can marry him, though. That’s just … crazy. I can’t let him do this.

  But my body starts to tremble uncontrollably as he licks and sucks my clit, lightly pumping a single digit in and out of my pussy. God, it’s so much better than I ever imagined. I can’t touch myself the way he is.

  I look down at him, at the way his whole body goes into eating me out. It’s like he’s a wild animal feeding on his prey. He’s moaning just as much as I am. My thighs are shaking and my belly is trembling as I get closer and closer to cumming.

  “Granger,” I moan, fisting his hair and falling back on the seat and letting the bliss wash over me.

  And when I do finally orgasm, my entire body rolls in rhythm with my hips. Granger growls and presses a hand on my lower belly as my pussy contracts. He pushes his finger deeper inside of me, then another, curling them up until they hit that special spot that immediately sends me over the edge and into another orgasm.

  “Oh fuck!” I cry out, gripping his hair tighter and thrusting my hips up with each hard contraction.

  I can feel his groans against my cunt, and all I can do is lie there as he takes what he wants from me.

  When he’s finished tormenting me, he lays his body on top of mine, his lips coated in my juices.

  “See how wonderful you taste, baby?” He leans down and kisses me, forcing me to taste my nectar on his mouth. His erection is like a rod of steel as it grinds against my pussy.

  I rub against him, completely lost in the moment as we lie there making out like a couple with no self-control.

  “Mm,” he moans, moving to my neck as I try to catch my breath. “I’m going to make you cum over and over when I make you my wife tonight.”

  Being shaken back to reality, I push against Granger’s chest. “I can’t marry you, Granger.”

  He pushes up on his arms and looks down at me with storm clouds brewing in his eyes.

  “My dad?” I continue. “He would never agree to it.”

  I see his jaw set. “Do you want to marry me, Callie?”

  Feeling stunned, I answer the only way I know how. “I don’t really know you. How can I know if I want to spend the rest of my life with you?”

  He almost looks hurt as he searches my face. “I’ve known you since the day you were born. You’ve known me your whole life and you know I would never hurt you. There’s obvious chemistry. There’s no reason to say no to me.”

  He’s kind of right. but it just seems to crazy, so … compulsive. I just don’t understand why.

  I open my mouth to say something, but I just can’t find the words.

  Granger sits up, then offers me his hand before pulling me up to face him. I start to pull down my bra, but he stops me.

  “Take your shirt off,” he commands.

  I unbutton the rest of my blouse and let it spill to the floor of the limo as he watches. He reaches behind my back with one hand, and in seconds, my bra joins the blouse.

  He stares at me for several long moments as I sit there, thongs sticking to my pussy and needing him more now than before.

  “You see this wet spot on my pants?”

  I look at his crotch, and the first thing I notice is the large tent there. But then I see the dark smear of my juices.

  “Do you see it, Callie?”

  “Yes,” I answer as he snakes his fingers around the back of my neck.

  “That’s from your delicious pussy. A pussy that belongs to me, today and for always.”

  He unzips his pants as I tremble from his words. And when his long cock springs free, I can’t help but lick my lips.

  “Do you understand me?” he adds, pulling my head down to his cock.

  I part my lips, knowing he’s right. I do belong to him.

  “Yes. I understand.”

  ~Granger~

  My cock is leaking uncontrollably as I push Callie’s head down. I hold the base of my shaft and give it a squeeze, forcing a dollop of pre-cum to ooze out of my slit. Fuck, it’s all I can do to keep from blowing my load before she even sucks me.

  I had wanted to wait until tonight to give her my seed, but the way she tasted and the way she looks, those fucking gorgeous tits and perfectly trimmed pussy, it’s filled my balls with more cum than I can handle.

  “That’s it, baby doll. Wrap those lips around my cock and show me how hot I make you.”

  I feel her breath on my crown, and when her tongue glides down the underside of my dick as her lips start to suck me off, I can’t help but release a long growl.

  “Ah, fuck yes,” I moan, letting my hand wander to those majestic tits, now swaying side to side as she slowly bobs her head up and down.

  Innocent as she is, Callie sure knows how to suck cock. I know she’s never done it to a real man. A girl like her is fucking pristine. But I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she has a dildo or two at home that she’s practiced on.

  And it’s paying off right now.

  With each suck she gives me, I move closer to cumming. I feel her hands searching for my balls, and I open my legs a little wider so she can fondle them through my jeans. The tips of her fingers press into the fabric, just enough to let me know she wants to make me feel good, but not so hard that it’s uncomfortable. I can’t believe what a natural she is.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum so hard.”

  She mews and sucks me harder, but I can’t help but tangle her hair around my fingers, grip it like a set of reins, and
force her head up and down.

  “Oh damn … here it comes … swallow what you can, baby…”

  Her voice cracks as I push all the way back and blow my load on her tonsils. I can feel her lips tighten and her throat milking me harder as she swallows down every burst that comes out. Fuck, she’s making me so proud right now.

  I pinch her nipples and thrust upward several times, releasing my grip on her hair so she can move however she wants. Her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft and move up and down as she sucks out the last few bursts of seed.

  Fucking hell, I picked an angel. An angel with a perfect mouth and perfect hands and perfect everything.

  When she’s done, she sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and I pull her to me for a slow, deep kiss that I hope makes her toes curl. I then help her put her bra back on and button up her blouse.

  “Why do you want to marry me?” she asks as she smooths out her top.

  I tuck myself inside my pants and zip up, wondering how I can capture the way she makes me feel in just a few words.

  “Callie, when a man is hunting, he takes whatever comes his way. Beggars can’t be choosers, after all. But when he’s at rest, and the most majestic creature comes across his path, he does whatever it takes to capture that creature and make her his.”

  She stares at me blankly for a moment, and I realize the analogy isn’t the best. I slide my hand along the side of her face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you. And your father knows that, so don’t you worry about him.”

  Her lips part in a smile and she covers my hand with hers. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  “I’ll spend the rest of my life smothering you with compliments.”

  I roll down the partition and tell the driver we’re ready for our next destination, and we’re on the road in a flash. Callie keeps asking where we’re going, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. This day is about unveiling every little thing one at a time. I spent half the night and most of the morning planning the details. And I want this day to be flawless, just like her.

  The photographer is waiting at the bridal shop, and Callie’s eyes grow big with excitement when she realizes where we are.

  “I’m getting a wedding gown?” she asks excitedly.

  “Of course you are. I wouldn’t deny my angel something like that.”

  She throws her arms around my neck, and I tell her to go inside, that the photographer will capture some free shots of her, and to pick whatever dress she wants. I wait for her at the coffee shop next door, and an hour later, she’s finished, beaming with happiness when she tells me that not only did she find the perfect dress, it doesn’t even need alterations.

  The next stop is the caterer’s where we spend another hour choosing the food for the reception. We sample pastries, cream puffs, quiche, stuffed mushrooms, meatballs, wings, and a dozen different cheeses. Callie says she wants everything, and I tell the caterer to give the girl what she wants.

  For the cake, my bride settles on a three-tier traditional white cake with white flowers flowing around the sides. And lastly, the flowers she’ll carry include a dozen white tulips with baby’s breath.

  “I want white everything,” she says, smiling at me.

  I pull her into a hug and feel myself grow stiff. “You’re my virgin bride. So everything should be white.”

  Once all of our errands are complete, we check into the hotel, but Callie isn’t allowed to see the room just yet. So I’ve reserved a special room just for her, where she can get ready for the wedding.

  “This room is adorable. Are we staying here tonight?” she asks, looking out the window to the city streets below.

  “No. I’ve reserved the honeymoon suite for us.”

  She turns around and runs her hands up my chest, looking into my eyes with so much joy it makes me smile. “This is everything I could have dreamed of, but …” her face falls, and I know what she’s about to say.

  “Callie, your father knows how I feel about you, and he’s coming to the wedding. And so is your friend. In fact, she should be here at any moment.”

  “Becca?”

  “Yes. Now, if this is going to be the perfect shotgun wedding, I have a few calls to make.”

  I press my lips to hers, and she kisses me back with the same hunger I feel. My hands are itching to crawl along her untouched body, to feel every inch of her soft flesh, every curve. But I know that will come soon. I leave her alone, thinking about how lucky I am to have her in my life, and that it probably wouldn’t have happened if her father didn’t owe me so much money.

  I don’t want Callie to ever find out how I acquired her. Because the truth is, she’s worth so much more than the hundred grand her father owed me. Callie’s value is priceless.

  And I’ll make sure she does know that.

  ~Callie~

  Everything about our wedding is perfection, right down to the fact that my father is here and we have his blessing. I don’t know what Granger said to convince him he was the right man for me, but I’m thanking my lucky stars he’s here, right along with my best friend.

  Becca, of course, says I’m the luckiest girl in the world, to be married off to a rich hot man who adores me. But it isn’t about the money. At least not to me.

  It’s Granger and everything he represents. The fact that he would stop at nothing to make me his, and I know I can trust him because he’s been a family friend for decades. Call me crazy but I wouldn’t have my life going any other way.

  The wedding venue is outdoors, and we exchange our vows in a gazebo, surrounded by a small crowd of about a dozen people. When the minister announces us husband and wife, Granger commands all of my attention in his kiss. I practically melt right there.

  But when I see our hotel room, I really come undone. Granger insists on being old fashioned, picking me up to carry me across the threshold. And the place is lit up with candles and dusty pink roses.

  “Oh my god,” I mutter as he sets me down on the floor. “I’m speechless.”

  He slides an arm around my waist and starts kissing my neck, making me shudder with excitement.

  “Just wait until I fuck you, my love.”

  My nipples grow tight under the lace of my gown, and for the first time tonight, I’m suddenly eager to get it off. I reach behind me and grope Granger’s cock, feeling bolder than ever. He groans as I find it right away, and I make a few noises myself when I feel it throb in my grip.

  “You want that cock slamming in and out of you, don’t you, baby?”

  I huff and nod as his hands wander up the front of my dress and cup my breasts. While pressing his cock into my backside, he gently tugs down the top of my gown, exposing my eager tits. I let my head fall against his chest as he playfully teases them, running his fingers over my hard buds and growling in my ear.

  My pussy is drenched, leaking into the crotch of my panties. I recall the skill with which Granger licked my pussy just this afternoon, and I hope that I’ll experience that again soon.

  “As gorgeous as you are in this thing, I want it off,” Granger says in my ear.

  His fingers tug down the zipper, loosening the material enough that it slides down my shoulders and then my arms. He spins me around and holds me steady as I step out of the dress and lay it gently on the back of a leather chair.

  I’m standing before him in my garter and thigh highs, as well as a pair of satin white undies. My breasts hang down, punctuated with hard nipples that beg to be touched.

  Granger’s eyes sweep over me, and I can’t help but notice the bulge in his black trousers.

  “Do you like what you see?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

  He lifts a brow at me, as if he can’t believe I’d ask such an obvious question.

  “I love what I see, baby.”

  With the bed right behind him, he sits down and takes me by the hand, pulling me close. His lips
wrap around my tender bud and he suckles softly, letting his tongue flick along the sensitive tip.

  I huff and slide my fingers through his salt and pepper hair, basking in the pleasure dancing along my flesh. Granger’s hands glide down my sides, over my hips, and then around to my ass where he sinks his fingers into my globes.

  His fingers softly move down my legs as he switches to my other breast, and he quickly unsnaps the clips attached to my thigh highs. As he looks up at me, he slides the belt down my legs while I hold onto his shoulders. Next, he grips the waistband of my silk panties and moves them down, revealing my drenched pussy.

  “Fuck,” he whispers, letting his hand cup me there.

  I tremble all over as he slides a finger partway inside of me, licking his lips the whole time.

  I wait for him to come out and tease my pearl, but instead, he offers his finger to my lips.

  I immediately suck his digit into my mouth, tasting the tangy sweetness of my desire.

  “Sit on my face so I can make you cum, baby.”

  He grips my waist and pulls me on top of him as he lies down, and even though I’ve never done anything like this, I already know I’ll love it.

  I crawl up the bed and settle my pussy over his face as he cups my ass. He growls as his tongue dives between my folds, licking and sucking and teasing my clit with incredible skill.

  His hands wander up my tummy, then to my breasts where he stays put, twisting and tweaking my buds as he licks away. God, I’ve never felt anything so good in all my life.

  My legs shake, and right as I begin to grind my hips back and forth, that balloon ruptures.

  “Oh god … I’m gonna cum,” I purr, pressing my hands over his as I hold on for dear life.

  I arch my back and feel a gush of fluids as I orgasm, and Granger growls, pinching my nipples so hard, it sends me over the edge yet again in a back-to-back orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever had. I buck my hips and cry out in pleasure. And as my body’s trembling subsides, I hear the telltale sounds of Granger’s zipper being tugged down, and I imagine he’s taking out his length, ready to claim me as his.