Chapter 139: Stupid Me

Alana's POV

“No, change into something else. Too short.”

“No, it seems tight. I want you to be comfortable.”

“No, it has your tits out. Those princesses are only reserved for my eyes. Change.”

I was beginning to boil with steam soon to come out of my head. I was literally in the tenth wedding dress! All he did was sit there and complain while I had to deal with the dresses, come out, expecting compliments but getting orders instead. I've been horny the whole time but now I'm very pissed. I low-key wanted to beat him up!

“Calm down, tigress. You think you can beat me or something?” He was eyeing me with intent, an amusing smirk adorned his features.

The damn man knew what I had in mind. Or maybe it's because I was wearing it on my face.

“Bossy!” I yelled and he laughed.

“Maybe. But maybe I just want the best for us.”

“You mean the best for you.” I rolled my eyes. I've been rolling it a lot with him these days.

“Did you even like any of the dresses either? Tell me the truth and let me see them exactly, then we'll pick the most preferable. How about that?”

I thought about it critically and it dawned on me that I actually didn't like most of the dresses either.

I've just been bitchy, blaming it all on him. Clearly he knew my tastes very well. We kept searching until one of the staff pulled out a gown and brought it to me.

When we saw it then locked eyes for a second in awe, we both knew it was the one but i still tried it on. I took it happily and came out to meet Ryan. His full agent fell on me like he had been waiting. I almost cried when I saw his reaction, how marvelled he was, how we both were.

“This is perfect! This is the one, wifey.”

I nodded my head in agreement. We were really doing good with this wedding thing. Even though we had all the resources to handle it, we were doing it ourselves, and we were doing well. I was so proud of us and the fact that he was letting me do it, and the fact that he even suggested it. I loved him very much.

Then his eyes turned dark. He stood up and began to approach me. When he got to me, he looked down at me and all I could see was hunger. Hunger that couldn't wait until we got home. He wanted me. Now.

“Okay, please excuse us. I'd like a little chat with my future wife now. I'd like us alone if you all don't mind.” He ordered, and soon, we were alone as they all left.

“What are you doing?” I pretended to be oblivious, but there was no escaping his intentions. I loved it when he shamelessly wanted me like this.

“I have a feeling you know what I'm doing, wifey.”

“How about you make it clear to me?” I asked, letting him gather me and my dress, lifting me and dropping me on top of the vanity in the large changing room.

“I want to fuck you baby. Have you seen yourself in this dress? I can't wait till we make it home or my dick will explode.”

He barely even realized that I was barely holding back from touching him all this time. I was so excited. He made me do stuff I ordinarily never do, or would've never done in my life if I had never met him.

After dropping me, his hands disappeared under the heavy dress and I soon felt them kiss my thighs as he kept going higher, until he reached my lace panties.

“Fuck. Let's get married today.” He groaned as he touched and wondered, running his hands through my soaked panties, leaving me breathless.

“No, you're crazy!” I yelled.

“Crazy in love with you, that's for sure.”

“I'm crazy in love with you too.” He swallowed my face, rode the heavy dress up until there was nothing obstructing us. He brought out his ever beautiful cock, pushed my panties aside and right there in a changing room, he stabbed me.

My scream was mostly loud. Now everyone was definitely aware of what we were doing. Somehow, I didn't care anymore. I just let him take and fuck me on that table.

“You're going to make a mess of this dress.” I moaned into his mouth, shuddering as he rendered me hopeless. He didn't spare me, his grunts the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard.

“Nope, you are.” He said it like he was so sure.

He grabbed me by my throat and pounded into me so hard I saw stars. He begged me to stop moaning loudly but I couldn't help it, and we couldn't stop. When we came together, shit happened. The exact thing we said, the mess, and it was bad.

I barely cared, a bit satisfied and freshly fucked. I had a sicko for a fiance and slowly I was also becoming a sicko. I guess it's the life I chose.

“The dress.” I said drowsily, post sexual voice after I was done screaming and letting the whole world know I just let Ryan Kelsey fuck me for the one hundredth time.

“I'll pay for it. Obviously. Then have it remade.” He assured me, adjusting us back, tucking his monster right inside his pants. When we get home, I'm going to exhaust him further.

“You're making me look crazy.” I smiled against his face, shaking my head at myself because of what love was making me do.

“Maybe it's because you've always been and you're finally letting it out? I do understand the need to blame me though.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” I yelled then pushed his face away.

“But you love me.” I melted instantly. I was madly in love, eh.

“I know. Stupid me.”

An hour later, we were back at home. It was embarrassing when we had to come out of the dressing room, getting the dress paid for and all looking like that, but we made it.

Ryan moved with confidence, he barely cared what others thought of him. After all, they couldn't talk to him about it now, could they? That's how I decided I was going to start moving from now on.

Sure, we both make bad choices sometimes, but don't we all?