Wedding Cake Crasher

by Alexa Riley

  “I’m trying,” she gasps as my cock throbs inside her. “I’m so full.”

  “You feel so damn good I keep growing.” I kiss my way down her neck and pull the top of her dress until her tits spring free. “I’ve never been so big and hard before.”

  She whines and I suck on her nipples to try and help her relax.

  “I can’t help it, Sugar, I need you.” I rock against her and grunt. “Just let me come and then I’ll take care of you.”

  She nods quickly and I feel sweat trickle down my back and chest. I’m doing everything I can to be careful with her when all I want to do is fuck her through the floor.

  “I can’t control myself.” I hold my breath as I pull out just an inch and then surge back into her heat. “I jacked off until it was painful thinking about this pussy dripping in my cream.”

  “Oh God.” She raises her hips and I roar like a lion.

  Cum pumps from my cock in thick bursts as wave after wave leaves me. It’s almost painful how fast and hard it hits me, but I can’t stop. I see bright lights in the corner of my vision and I’m lightheaded as my hips stagger and stop until there’s not a drop left inside me.

  I fall onto her in a sweaty heap, breathing deep and trying to pull air into my lungs. I don’t want to crush her, so I use the last of my strength to hold myself up as I pull out. I stare down at my cock coated in cum and her slick pussy juice. I can see a trace of red around the base of my cock where her cherry popped on me.

  “Let me kiss it better.”

  My shoulders widen her legs as I place my lips just below her belly button and then down to where her soft curls begin. I run my tongue between her soft puffy lips and then back and forth across her clit.

  “Hank,” she moans, digging her fingers into my hair. “That’s what I’ve needed.”

  “I’m here, and I’m never leaving again.” I suck on her clit and the flavor of her sweet pussy mixed with me has my grip on her hips tightening.

  I growl against her when I taste the tang of her virginity. Nothing in the world could make me harder. I’ve claimed her as mine before any other man and now she’ll only know my cock. Her pussy will shape to it as I break her in and she’ll fit me like a glove.

  My cock aches to get back inside her, so I reach down and rub it while I suck her pussy. She wiggles on the floor and tells me she’s close just as her legs clamp on either side of my head and she cries out into the vast room.

  “Hank!”

  I hold her down as she struggles under me to either get away from my mouth or to get closer. I don’t think she knows what her body wants, so I make the decision for her and keep on licking. She comes again and it tastes sweeter than the first, but I was away from her for a week so we’ve got some making up to do. I don’t stop as I run circles around her clit and her overstimulated body gives up another one.

  She’s gasping for air and begging for my cock, but I want to make sure this time she’s really ready for it. Her pussy is dripping and I can see it clench as it begs to be filled.

  “I want to leave a stain on this carpet so every time I walk by this spot I remember when I had you for the first time.”

  “Jesus,” she whispers as I sit up and she watches me jack my cock.

  I slide the head of it through her sticky honey and smile down at her. “Think you can do that for me?”

  “Anything, just don’t make me wait.” She looks up at me with pleading eyes and I can’t refuse her.

  I thrust into her and once again the warm welcome of her sweet little pussy is enough to make me groan. It’s so damn good and this time she’s already adjusting better than before.

  “Fuck, Sugar. I can’t last.” I move in and out easily through her slick folds, my cock swelling. I shake my head as I fight with myself on holding off until she can come.

  Her legs fall open as she lies there and moans, and I can feel her juices running down between us. I’m a sticky mess all over my thighs, but I have no plans to stop anytime soon.

  I reach between us and rub her clit with the pad of my thumb and I feel her pussy clench. She clings to me with her hands, her body tensing, and then I feel the rush of her release coat my cock.

  With her heat surrounding me, I lean down and lick her nipple and give myself permission to come inside her again. It’s just as good as the last time and within seconds of my release I’m ready for another. But this time I want her in my bed.

  “Come here,” I say as I lean back and hold out my hands.

  “Where are we going?”

  My cock is still deep inside of her as I hold her in my arms and stand up from the floor.

  “Bed.” I kiss her and the taste of her pussy is shared between us. “Then more of this.”

  She moans her agreement, my cock sinks deeper and I carry her to my bedroom.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sugar

  I moan into Hank’s mouth, not wanting to break the kiss. At this rate I’m never getting to work. We spent all weekend in bed and now it’s Monday and we’re back at my place so I can get ready for my day. I’m trying to leave, but Hank has me pinned to the door and I can’t move.

  I’m sure my hair and makeup are a mess now, but I don’t really care. To be honest, in this moment, I don’t even care about my job. I thought I hated it last week, but this week it’s the bane of my existence. Before, it helped me pass the time, but I don't want to kill time anymore. I want to spend all of it with Hank, but that’s not how the world works.

  “One more time, Sugar.” I nod in agreement, but he’s already reaching under my dress and pulling my panties off of me. Seconds later he’s deep inside of me and thrusting in and out. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Sugar.”

  He says that, but it doesn’t stop him. I love how he loses control and he just can’t stop himself. It makes me feel sexy and wanted. How could I have ever thought he didn’t want me? Insecurity got the better of me that night, but after this weekend I know he needs me just as much as I need him.

  “You going to give me what I want?” he grunts, thrusting harder.

  “Yes,” I moan as the orgasm builds. Our fifteen-minute makeout session has me primed and ready. You’d never know he’s had me twice already this morning.

  “Good girl.” His approval has me clenching around his cock and he growls at the sensation.

  His dick jerks inside of me, and when I feel his cock start to spill I let go and climax with him. I cry out his name and I’m thankful Nikki hasn’t been home since we crashed the wedding. She’s been shacked up with Dean and there’s no way she wouldn’t have heard me if she was here. Hell, the couple that lives next door probably did.

  Hank buries his face in my neck and he’s breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to go. You might have my baby inside of you.”

  My heart flutters with the idea and it’s all I can think about. I never thought about having a baby before Hank, but a family with him sounds heavenly.

  We didn’t talk about using protection so he very likely could have gotten me pregnant. That should scare me, but it only has my pussy clenching around him again. I thought men were supposed to lose their hard-on after sex, but not Hank. He said he’ll always be ready for more.

  “Pregnant people work,” I remind him with a long sigh. I want to snuggle into him and go back to bed.

  “But I can take care of you.”

  Hank is a successful engineer and it’s clear from his home that he does well for himself.

  “That’s sweet, but even if I did take you up on that offer, I can’t just quit. I should give a notice or something.”

  “You hate that job. You can quit and look somewhere else,” he tries again. “Maybe you’ll end up pregnant and then you won’t want to find a job.” He smiles at the last part.

  God, it’s so tempting, but I can’t quit. I know Hank wants me to, but for how long? My mom was crazy in love with a new man every other month. There hasn’t been any I love yous or even talk of living together. We should really
get on the same page about some things before we start talking about babies. I know that ship has sailed at this point with Hank’s cum deep inside of me, but still there needs to be a talk soon.

  “Can we talk about this later?” I kiss him after I say it, but his face doesn’t look like he wants to talk about this later.

  “Yeah, Sugar,” he groans as he pulls out of me. My feet drop to the ground and I wonder how I’m going to go all day without seeing him. “But I’m taking you to lunch.”

  Okay, maybe I don’t have to go all day. “I’d like that.” I can steal some kisses then so I won’t have to wait until tonight.

  “And I’m taking you to work.” This he says a little more sternly as he falls to his knees in front of me.

  He holds my panties out for me to step into and slides them up my legs. They stick to me as Hank leans in and kisses me there before putting my dress into place.

  “Don’t you have to work today, too?”

  “Perks of being the owner. I can come and go as I please.” He reaches over and hands my purse to me.

  “Thanks.” I grab my keys and lock the door as Hank puts his hand on my back and leads me out to his truck.

  He opens the door for me and then gives me a quick kiss before he goes around. I sigh as I watch him get in and then reach over to hold my hand.

  Since we’ve been together I’ve told Hank everything there is to know. Between making love and eating we talked nonstop and he probably knows me better than anyone now. I almost died when he told me he made the wedding cake. Now I don’t have a need to ever crash a wedding again; I can just crash his kitchen.

  “This place isn’t too far from me. In fact I think it’s closer to my place.” Hank says as he pulls into the dealership. I fight a smile because I have a feeling I know where this is going.

  He parks out front and I unclip my seat belt as I lean over the center console. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

  He presses his mouth against mine as his hands dive into my hair. When he pulls back we are both breathless and I want to tell him to take me back to his place. I should’ve called out, but I’m already here. I also can’t help the fear I still have about this all happening too quickly. I don’t want to be my mother and I need this job to keep a roof over my head.

  “They don’t deserve you. Hell, I don’t deserve you, but I’ll work damn hard so you never want to leave me.” His words melt my insides. “You should have gotten that promotion.”

  This place doesn’t deserve the hard work I give it, but Hank does. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say I love you, but once again fear gets me. My mom threw that word around so easily. It’s a word that should carry weight. When I say it, I want Hank to believe it. I’m not sure he can right now because we haven’t been together long enough. We seem to talk about everything but the one thing I’m afraid to say.

  “That’s sweet of you.”

  “Sugar, I’m only sweet for you.” He gives me another kiss. “Now you might want to hop out before I change my mind and take off with you still in my truck.”

  I give him one last peck before I get out, but he doesn't take off right away. He watches me as I walk into the building, and when I’m finally inside he pulls away, taking a part of me with him.

  I sit down at my desk and fire up my computer. As I get to work my mind drifts back to when Hank mentioned needing someone to help him at his office. He works from home and even showed me his office that was piled high with paperwork. My fingers itched to dig in, not only because I knew I could do it but because I wanted to help Hank. I know he’d appreciate it and it’s not like here where my opinions or ideas don't matter. Or someone else steals them.

  I get lost in my work, smiling at each sweet text I get from Hank. He tells me how much he’s missing me and how slow the time is ticking until lunch. I know after lunch it will go by just as slowly as I wait for Hank to pick me up.

  I grab my purse and go to the bathroom to make sure I look nice before he gets here. But just as I’m about to go in, someone grabs me by the arm and pulls me into their office. Jack.

  He slams his door behind us, which is pointless because all the office walls are made of glass. It muffles the sound and it doesn’t help that no one is around to see it happen. My heart starts to pound when I see the look on Jack’s face. I tug at my arm for him to let go, but his grip tightens.

  “Did you tell management I’m harassing you?”

  All the blood drains from my face. That is supposed to be confidential. I filed a complaint with HR about him constantly calling me and I told them about some of the comments he’s made to me over the last week. They brushed it off right to my face and I guess they told him about it, too. I should have known.

  I’m not sure what to say, but the look on his face has me scared that saying anything will only provoke him. I open my mouth but nothing comes out.

  “You’re a stuck-up, chubby little bitch,” he snarls in my face.

  I flinch, wanting to get as much space between us as possible and once again I try and pull my arm from his hold. Just when I think he’s not going to let me go his office door explodes and the glass shatters into a million pieces. His hand drops from my arm and we stare at Hank standing in the doorway.

  I thought Jack looked pissed, but that was nothing compared to the rage in Hank.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Hank

  I spent the time after I dropped Sugar off trying to be productive. But the more time we spent apart, the more desperate I became for her. I made calls and had plans arranged and occupied myself the best way I could, but I arrived early and I’m thankful for it.

  My heavy shoes crunch on the glass as I stomp toward Jack. Sugar told me about the asshole at work who stole her ideas and kept blowing up her phone all weekend.

  “You’re the weasel dick that can’t take a hint,” I say, clenching my fists.

  “W-what?” he stammers as he takes a step back. “Gale, call security!”

  His voice breaks as he shouts and it’s a giveaway at how scared he is.

  “You think anyone is going to save your ass now that you’ve insulted my woman and dared to touch her?” I move closer to him and I’m ready to beat his face into soup when I feel delicate fingers touch my forearm.

  “Hank,” she whispers softly and shakes her head. “He’s not worth it.”

  I reach out and touch her chin so she looks me in the eyes. “But you are.”

  Tears form in her eyes as I step away from her and lunge for Jack. As soon as my hands are on him, I grab him up and body slam him down on his desk. I’ve got my hand on his neck and I’m bashing his head against the cheap wood when I hear a crowd of people come in behind me.

  “Oh shit,” I hear someone say and then Sugar calls my name.

  I feel hands on me and then I’m being pulled back as Jack rolls over on his desk and coughs violently.

  “You so much as look at her ever again and I’ll take your goddamn eyes out.”

  Jack rolls off his desk and cowers behind it as security comes in and asks what’s going on.

  Sugar rushes into my arms and the four men it took to get me off of Jack let me go. I hold her close and kiss the top of her head as I walk out of the office and pull out my phone.

  There are people behind me shouting for me to come back and that the cops are on their way, but I’m going to handle this my way.

  “I want you to sit in my car for a second while I handle this,” I say to Sugar, and she looks up at me with a worried expression. “Hey, none of that.” I rub my thumb across her cheek and give her a quick kiss as the other end of the phone picks up.

  “Andrew, I need a favor.”

  “You know you’re going to owe me,” my longtime friend the state governor says into the phone.

  “The usual then?” He laughs as I help Sugar into the car and I hear the sirens in the distance.

  “So what is it you need from me, brother?”

  “You know the dealers
hip off Route Four. The one that used to have that big hill in the back?”

  “The one where you snapped the front tire off your old dirt bike?” He chuckles again.

  “Yep that’s the one.”

  “Sure I know the place. What’s up?”

  “Shut it down.”

  “You got it,” he says without hesitation or a single question as to why. “Give me fifteen minutes.”

  “Better make it five. The cops just arrived.”

  “Looks like you’re going to owe me twice,” he says, and I hear him call out to someone else in the room.

  “You can have an invitation to my wedding.” Sugar’s eyes widen and I wink at her and close the door to the car.

  “Okay, now I need the whole story.”

  “Thanks, Andrew, and tell Sarah I said hello.”

  “Will do. But next time call me when it’s not an emergency.”

  “Nah.” I hang up to the sound of his laughter.

  A moment later the parking lot is filled with cops and a fleet of government officials. I smile the whole time as the people are cleared out and they chain the door shut.

  “Hank, what did you do?” Sugar asks when I get back into the car and we drive away from the dealership.

  “Are you angry with me?” I reach over and take her hand in mine. She doesn’t pull away. “Did I scare you?” It wasn’t until after the adrenaline died down that I realized how I could have looked to her. I came in there with my fists swinging and shut down her job. “I understand that what just happened might not be normal boyfriend behavior, but I’m new at this.”

  To my complete shock she laughs and I look over to see there’s not a trace of fear in her eyes.

  “I would agree that maybe it was a little over the top, but I can’t say I didn’t like seeing those jerks who didn’t listen to me thrown out on their butts.”

  “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you. You know that, right?” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the back of it.