He ran his tongue back and forth inside his mouth. “I want to take you back to my room for the night. I want everything I saw at the church.”
The image of him standing at the altar with his eyes scanning her up and down flashed before her eyes. He saw what he wanted. “Well, you can’t have me. You think I’m a tart. You think I’m a sleaze and a slut you can snap your fingers and order back to your room. Well, I’m not.”
He leaned back. “I never thought you were.”
“Then what did you mean when you called me a tart.”
He glanced down at her mouth. He paused and his voice dropped to a raucous tone. “I called you a tart because you are so incredibly fucking delicious, Bridget.” He took a step forward. He stepped right up to her so she had to back away from him. “Can’t you see it? You are so delicious I would eat you up you up in one bite. I’d like to split you in half and lick the sweetness out of you right now.” He inched forward again. She couldn’t back anywhere except right against the wall. “Come back to my room and let me show you. Let me get my hands on that beautiful sweet ass of yours. Fuck, you make me so damn hot, you can’t imagine.”
She panted through parted lips. She could only stare up into those mesmerizing eyes. He gazed down at her from above. His mountainous shoulders blocked out her view of the hall behind him as he moved in closer for another passionate kiss.
His words hissed between his teeth, and he sucked his saliva into his mouth with a click of his tongue. “I need you, Bridget. I want all of you here, right now.”
That golden voice of his seduced Bridget to the core. She moved backward with his touch and banged into the wall. He leaned forward, and his massive weight fell on top of her. His lips and his dirty talk terrified and excited her all at once. And she loved it.
She danced with him. She kissed him. Where did she think it would lead? She knew he wanted her when he watched her walk down the aisle in her dress. Now he had her pinned to a wall outside her hotel room. What would he do to her?
She already knew, and she didn’t care. She wanted it, too. Her flesh crawled to collapse under his weight. His broad shoulders, his chiseled stomach, those lips, that voice, all sent her into a frenzy of excitement.
.
He planted his feet against the floor and wedged all his muscle into her. He drove her up against the wall and lifted her feet off the floor. He murmured low in her face. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream for my cock. Huh? You want it, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. His lips landed on her mouth and pried her jaws apart to make room for his tongue. She couldn’t resist. She closed her eyes, but it happened anyway. He plowed into her mouth and thrust his hips between her legs. His hands surrounded her ass on both sides to lift her off the floor.
Bridget’s heart raced. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be falling into this guy’s hands. He just said he was going to fuck her. Was he going to do it right here, in the hall? What if someone came along?
No! She couldn’t do this. As excited and hot and wet as he made her, she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t bang her brother’s best man in the hotel hallway. Jiminy! What kind of a slut was she turning into?
With one massive effort, she tore herself out of his hands. She dashed away at top speed. “Sorry. I can’t.”
She ran all the way to her room and slammed and locked the door behind her.
Chapter 5
Bridget made it through the night in one piece, but she didn’t get much sleep. She dreaded the next day and facing Roy with that dress on again. How could she avoid him so this disaster didn’t happen again?
Strategy #1: Don’t go to any more drunken parlor games.
Strategy #2: Don’t go anywhere people are dancing and music is playing.
Strategy #3: Don’t look at him with that dress on.
She had to look at herself in the mirror when she put it on, though. She never knew putting on a dress could be so difficult. She saw herself in the mirror, and she saw what he saw when he looked at her. He saw her ass jutting out over her voluptuous thighs. He saw her bust sticking out below her deep cleavage. He saw her ivory neck rising from her sloping shoulders.
She turned herself on looking like that. No wonder he wanted to touch her. She had to hold back from touching herself thinking about him. She caught herself turning around to look at her ass. She thought about sticking it out for him to admire.
She could keep all those thoughts to herself. She could keep them all locked up in her heart and body and mind so he never knew how much she really wanted it. Once she got home to her apartment, she could touch herself all she liked. She didn’t need a man like that to do it for her.
She got herself dressed and her hair done up in time to meet Sheila at the elevator. As long as Bridget stayed in Sheila’s company, nothing could happen to her, right? She stuck close to her friend all the way down to the dining room. Family and friends from both sides clustered around the bride and groom. Rapid fire conversation bubbled through the room.
Bridget glanced around, but she didn’t see Roy anywhere. Her heart sank. Why on earth should her heart sink? Didn’t she just resolve to avoid him with extreme prejudice?
She shouldered her way through the crowd to Ben’s side. “What did you decide about where I should stand? Do you want me to stand on the bride’s side or the groom’s side?”
Ben glanced around. Then he blushed. “We didn’t decide anything. We forgot all about it.”
“Well, what do you want me to do? You have to decide before the ceremony.”
The whole place erupted in conflicting opinions. Bridget waited, but they didn’t come to any decision. The minutes ticked by, but no one came any closer to a decision. Ben waved both hands. “I don’t care. Just stand wherever you want to.”
Bridget relaxed. “Great. I’ll stand with the bride.”
He nodded. “Good. That’s settled.” He turned away to talk to Tommy.
Tommy restarted the glorious tale of his exploits with Sheila last night. Bridget couldn’t listen to this. She moved through the crowd, but something kept her restless. Wedding jitters, maybe?
All of a sudden, Sheila bustled up to her. She gasped out loud. “You forgot your corsage, Bridget.”
Bridget spun around. “What corsage? I never knew I had a corsage.”
“Everyone in the wedding party is supposed to have one. See?” She stuck her bust in Bridget’s face to show the flower arrangement. “Didn’t the florist put it on the table in your room?”
Bridget didn’t know which way to turn. “I never even knew it was there. I didn’t know to look for it. Are you sure I’ve got one?”
Sheila shoved her toward the door. “Quick! Go get it before the ceremony starts.”
Bridget dug her heels into the carpet. “There isn’t time to go racing all over the hotel. I have to be here to take my place in the vestry.”
“Go!” Sheila hissed. “The sooner you go get it, the sooner you’ll get back. Everyone in the wedding party has to have one so we all look the same.”
Bridget hurried out of the dining room and back to the elevator when she thought better of it. She didn’t have time to stand around waiting. She took the stairs instead. She ran all the way up to her room, but when she flung the door open, she didn’t find any corsage on the table. She gave the room a quick inspection and left.
She didn’t run back down the stairs, though. She walked. Already her dress stuck to her body with her sweat, and her cheeks flushed rosy red. She cursed Sheila in her heart. Sheila sent her on a wild goose chase for some non-existent corsage.
She got to the bottom of the stairs and exited into the lobby on her way back to the dining room when she caught sight of Roy coming the other way. He saw her at the same moment. His eyes danced down her body to her dress swishing over her curves and back up to her face. The same admiring glint shone in his eyes.
This time, she didn’t lower he
r gaze from that appraising stare. What did she have to shrink from? Why couldn’t she just admit she wanted him the way he wanted her? Why couldn’t she have him if she wanted him?
So he saw what he wanted and took it. She could do the same thing. He was the hottest, most domineering, most self-assured man she ever met, and he wanted her. He worshiped her curvy form. He tasted her delectable kisses and danced with her outside the dining room.
She wanted him. Her whole body screamed for him. Why fight it? Her eyes darted down his sturdy frame. His skin lay secret and warm under his tux. A thick cock tucked inside his pants. He was pure, primal male.
She wanted to devour him. She wanted to crack him open and have her way with him. Now he was something to eat to her, something delicious. He made her so damn hot. Everything he said and did made sense, from the moment he called her a tart in the vestry.
She never slackened her stride. She headed straight for him, and he moved toward her with his steady swinging gait. He saw. He knew. She was coming for him, and he was coming for her.
Her heartbeat quickened. Could she do it? Yes! She could and she would and she would love it. At the last second, her hand shot out to grab his. She pulled him behind a potted palm tree and backed against the wall.
He was on her so fast he sucked the air from her lungs. She threw her arms around his neck, and their mouths crashed together in torrential kisses. He let out little moans of excitement. He mauled her mouth harder and faster than ever. His tongue marauded through her mouth on its campaign of conquest.
His muscled chest compressed her breasts into her. Her cleavage heaved out of her neck line, and his strong hands gripped her around the waist. He picked her up and thrust her against the wall. She squeaked in open desire. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! She would never hold back anymore. She would take him. She would take everything she could get of him.
He rubbed his crotch against her dress, and the bulging monster inside pricked her through the fabric. It dug into her thigh, and she moaned in delirious delight. How she wanted that cock right now! She wanted it hard and fast and deep.
She pressed herself against him and nudged his prick. She moaned into his mouth and swam her tongue around against his. His hands slid down her sides to her hips, and he rocked her against his pelvis. He tightened his grip one more time, and when he picked her up this time, he tried to force his hips between her legs. Her dress blocked him. She couldn’t spread her legs.
She undulated against his seething bulk and he prodded her with his hips, but they couldn’t go any further. He kissed her a little more, but his energy faded. Bridget’s heart sobbed. It couldn’t end like this. They couldn’t work each other up to a frenzy, only to drop it all to rush off to the church. There had to be a way.
He eased off her and stepped back. He looked around, but there was nothing more to do. He gave her a kiss, paused, and kissed her again. He took her hand and let out his breath.
Every fiber of her being screamed, No! This couldn’t be happening, not when she just made up her mind to take him for herself. She didn’t care what he wanted. She wanted him. Why should circumstances deny her that?
She squeezed his hand. Her whole family waited for her back in the dining room. Pretty soon, the whole party would head to the church. She couldn’t go like this. She couldn’t face the rest of the day with this desire burning a hole inside of her.
She looked around. There was only one thing to do. She tugged his hand, and his eyebrows shot up. She inclined her head down the hall, away from the dining room. “Come on.”
She raced past the elevators holding his hand. Roy strode after her. He didn’t question. She ducked around the stairwell and pushed open the door to the janitor’s closet. She fought for every breath. She pulled him inside and shut the door behind him.
Chapter 6
Bridget stared up at him. Her lips drawn apart. The blood rushed to her cheeks, and she panted out loud. Roy’s shoulders heaved above her. He glared down into her eyes. His whole being roiled in turmoil.
He took a step toward her. He murmured low under his breath. “You want it?”
She couldn’t answer. She could only nod. Her destiny moved in on her with his granite form. She wanted it. Now here it was, right in front of her. She asked for it, and now she got it.
He looked down at her cleavage. He compressed his lips. He didn’t kiss her now. His body radiated his monstrous power and raging sexual energy. He clenched his teeth and raised his hands.
He barely touched her. He grabbed her neckline and gave it a passionate tug downward. Her breasts bounced out to point their round tips at him. Bridget cried out in stunned shock, but his rough hands sent her reeling into rapturous delight. The air tingled on her bare nipples.
He fixed her with his most ferocious glare. Did she want this or not? Was she his or wasn’t she? Should she give herself to him, and let him satisfy his primal craving its limit?
Oh, yes! God, yes! He caught her breasts in both big hands and kissed them intensely with his mouth. He ravaged them in animal madness. He sucked her nipples and grappled their heavy flesh between his fingers. He sucked the nipples hard until her head fell back in agony.
She hugged his head against her. She felt a wetness waiting for him between her legs, he turned her on so bad. How could she stand this? How could she do this on the morning of her brother’s wedding?
She was doing it, and she wouldn’t retreat now. God, no! Not with his hands and mouth all over her breasts, and his warm breath heating her cleavage. She needed this. She needed everything he would do to her and more.
She whined and moaned against his face. He kneaded her tits and teased her erect nipples until they hurt. Her head flopped sideways. She wavered between closing her eyes against the terrible intensity and staring at his blazing eyes stalking her. Those hard gray flints drilled her from her chest level while his teeth and mouth consumed her.
She couldn’t cope with this. No and Yes fought to take over her brain. Could she really go through with this? All the time, her pussy ached for him. That ache traveled down her body from the tips of her nipples, all over her breasts, down her belly to her panties. She longed for some release in him.
He moaned and fought for every mouthful of alabaster flesh. He worked over her like some ravenous animal tearing its prey. He stuffed her tits into his mouth in maniac frenzy and pawed down her dress to her hips.
He caught hold of her skirts and flipped them up. One hand dove underneath, straight up her leg a driven fury. He fingered her panties just long enough to feel how wet she was for him. He panted in a feral warning, but she never had time to prepare herself. He tugged the flimsy cotton out of the way, and his fingers flattened against her clitoris.
Now she had no choice but to close her eyes and submit to her fate. She clung to his jacket collar while his fingers swirled through her molten pools. He stirred her clit in lashing waves of desire until she pitched and tossed in his arms.
He ground his rock-hard prick against her leg. She could never mistake his intentions. A low, steady vibration rumbled out of his chest, and his shaft throbbed inside his tight, rounded crotch.
He leaned so far forward he craned her back against….she didn’t know what. She couldn’t see behind her and she didn’t care. Something stopped her leaning back any farther, but he kept pushing her down. Her hips struck something solid, and her shoulders kept going until they came up against some flat surface she could lean on.
Her mind wouldn’t function well enough to look around. She was in some broom closet, getting fingered by her brother’s best man. She didn’t have time to think anything more before he pushed two thick fingers inside of her.
He excited all the tiny nerve endings dancing down her sides, and his massive digits found their way to her anatomy’s glorious extreme. He pumped and caressed her full to his knuckles.
She floated on ever-expanding surges of delicious delight. The higher she got, the more her dress got in her way. She couldn�
�t spread her legs for him the way she wanted to. He got frustrated with the dress, too. He prised himself away from her breasts for just long enough to deal with that dress.
He hitched her skirts over her hips, and her thighs parted before his majestic power. He glanced down at his hand buried between her legs and returned to glare into her startled, glazed eyes. He had her right where he wanted her. She was his tart, his dessert.
His palm hit her clitoris. He thrust his fingers into her and lifted her back on the hard surface. She swam in clouds of rapture on that rough intrusion. All her pent-up tension flooded out of her.
He leaned in close to her face with his teeth bared. “Is that good? That’s it. Oh, yeah.”
She couldn’t form the words to answer. She could only moan in a steady rhythm to that hand beating against her bones. Her mouth hung open in wordless astonishment at his mighty bulk towering over her. She cringed from his smoldering presence even as her heart leapt to meet him in carnal oneness.
From far away, she started to register where she was. A waist-high shelf poked her hips from behind. Her shoulders rested against a dusty wall of pigeon holes. No sooner had that fact sunk into her sex-addled brain than Roy whipped his hand out of her snatch and grappled her around the hips. He took two big handfuls of ass and hoisted her up to sit on that shelf.
Her white thighs sailed in the breeze. Her mouth gaped in inarticulate whimpering sobs of saturated ecstasy. She couldn’t move from the position in which he put her.
He dove in for a kiss and fell onto his knees in front of her. With one wrench, he ripped her panties off to expose her sat. She stared down at his head between her legs for one shocking moment. The next instant, cataclysmic surges of wet sugar flowed into her tortured slit. He clamped her thighs in both hands and looped her legs over his shoulders. He had split her body in half and set to work on her sweet cunt.
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