Scott — Her unfulfilled fantasy (3)

Scott — Her unfulfilled fantasy (3)
It pissed me off how good the visual of both her holes getting fucked was. Caught between jealousy and her screams of pleasure filling the room, she had me thrusting for all I was worth in no time. Competing with the other dick inside her. Powerful vibrations from the drill reached my dick while her pussy contracted around it, both combining to overwhelm me with stimulation.

"Fuck, that's something else," I said, grunting and groaning openly.

"Harder Scottie, fuck your ragdoll good and fast," she cried out hoarsely.

Despite saying otherwise, her talking to me not only turned me on more, it reassured me that she was into it so I could let go and enjoy myself. Enjoy her.

"I knew you'd fucking love this thing, my slutty girl," I said accusingly, watching the thing spin in her ass, drilling her brutally.

I fought to keep hold of it while my other hand shook too, her body trembling beneath me as I held onto her hip.

Just like she wanted it, I fucked into her as deep and fast as I could. Surrendering to the animalistic need to repeatedly bury myself into her, I let my horny brain be spurred on by her screams. No mercy. No holding back. My world was just getting my dick back into her relentlessly coming pussy.

"Yes, Scottie, yes," she said feebly, the screams dying away.

Was she a drooling mess? I couldn't tell. We rarely got here though. When she was so thoroughly fucked, not even sound came out of her anymore.

"I wish I could show my whore how well she's taking her dicking. Such a slutty girl, taking it up both your holes," I said, too far gone, consumed by my hunger for her.

Just her pussy wasn't enough anymore though. All of her was mine. I wanted every bit of her. So I turned the toy off, eased it out of her ass and set it down on the bedside table.

"Why'd you stop? I wasn't ready to stop," she said, barely able to get the words out as she came undone over and over beneath me.

"We're not stopping. I just want my hands on you. I'm sick of sharing," I said, digging my fingernails into the flesh of her thighs as I dragged them up her body. "Was it good?" I asked her, staring at her gaping asshole and licking my lips.

I wanted inside it, thoughts of not being the last thing inside it already going to my head. Her pussy felt too good to leave though. Picking up speed inside her again, I dragged my eyes away from her ass and laid a kiss on her back, my fingers traveling to her hips.

"It was amazing. This is good too though," her hoarse voice admitted, as I kissed my way up her spine.

My whole body hovered above hers as I kissed her neck.

"Who is the softie now?" I teased her.

I knew she would know exactly what I was talking about. My savant never failed to remember. She called me a softie our first time having sex in Paris. The man I was then had no idea. The tightness of her pussy that night had nothing on the way it clung to my dick and squeezed it now.

"I've been ready to explode for ages, but your fuck hole feels so good you fucking have me into edging myself now. Going to take my dick some more up your irresistible pussy?" I begged, knowing she was spent and asking anyway.

"More. Give me more," she whispered, and I obliged instantly, doing my best to keep my weight off her as my body covered all of hers and I got right back to going to town on her pussy.

She started thrashing violently after a few thrusts. Just so damn good. Just a little more. So fucking turned on. I was sure this would be the night I finally got her to say Prague to me. Her body pinned beneath mine, my body completely dominated the shit out of hers even as her pussy strangled my dick harder than it ever had before.

I kept a small piece of my mind from sinking into the pleasure, just for the woman I love.

Still nothing but heavy breathing came out of her until she finally said, "I love you, Scottie. I can't wait to be your wife."

It wasn't Prague, but saying the words had her body violently thrashing against me again and this time it didn't simmer down to a calmer orgasm. It just went on and on, her pussy sucking on my dick like her contracting walls were going to rip it clean off.

Despite her constantly coming pussy, this sensation was new. It was so jarring, her pussy had my dick succumbing to her instantly. Her pussy milked my dick so hard, it sucked the orgasm right out of me. I didn't see the sudden, overwhelming release coming after holding off all night because I couldn't get enough of her. I just wanted to stay inside her forever.

This was probably her new limit. How much did she push herself for me? I pulled her into my arms gently, cradling her quaking body against mine, spooning her as I watched her while I filled her pussy with come.

"You're so fucking beautiful. Was I an asshole? Did I ask for too much?" I asked, unable to keep the concern out of my voice.

"Prague might have come after I love you. Might," she said, making me chuckle as we tried to catch our breaths.

Unwilling to quit until the very end. That was my girl.

"I love you too, Stace. If you ever do say it, that would be okay. We'd deal with it. We'll deal with whatever happens. It's us against the world. Whether you're scared, happy, sad or you just want me to come and get you, I'm there, Stacy. For all of it. I'm so ready to be your family, it's the greatest turn on besides your sexy body. You know that, right?" I said to her, willing her to hear the double meaning in my words.

"Hey, you could say Prague too," she said with a pout, making me chuckle. "Like when I bit your neck and you bled, that was probably a Prague moment," she said, guilt in her voice.

"No, it wasn't. I gave myself to you and you accepted me. I could have said something when you bit me if I wanted to, but I took you into that room to fix things for you and that's what I did. What I will always do. I didn't feel unsafe, Stace. No one did anything they didn't want to that night," I said, winding her up.

"Don't do that. Don't just accept things for me. Wait patiently for me. Don't—" and then she was in tears, probably coming to the realization that me letting her keep her pregnancy a secret was that situation all over again.

"Don't what?"

"Love me that much," she whimpered.

"I could never love you too much, my dream girl. You're Stacy Kendrick. Every man's dream. If I wasn't willing to bleed a little for you, I wouldn't be worthy, my princess. Remember what I said in Prague when I told you your brilliant mind better remember this tomorrow?"

"Whenever I can, I will fix anything for you and keep you safe. If ever that's not possible, like with the pain you're carrying about your past, I will still be here for you in any way you need. I'm here, baby," she quoted perfectly, despite how wasted she was at the time.

"Those words will never not be true. I'm here, baby," I said, kissing her birthmark behind her ear.

I couldn't imagine how hard it was for her to keep her secret, even knowing I already knew. What she was carrying was haunting her. I hoped these words would soften the blow for when I brought up the pregnancy myself after the wedding tomorrow.

"I have something to tell you," she began, but the sound of my phone ringing interrupted her.

I reluctantly pulled away from her and checked the phone, feeling guilty about leaving my high friends alone with Luca's men.

"Shit. It's Kenny. Sorry Stace, he was just so high when I left him. I need to make sure everything's okay," I said, cursing in my head, because I knew what I was giving up.

She was finally going to tell me. Fucking Kenny.

"You're the worst best man in the world," I said, answering the phone and jumping down his throat.

"I'll have to take your word for it, because I don't remember shit. I'm sorry for whatever I did or didn't do, but I'm freaking out. Scott, I'm still a little high and there are intruders in the house," Kenny whispered into the phone.

"Why the fuck are you calling me? Call the cops," I said, but I was already begrudgingly pulling on my pants.

"What's wrong?" Stacy mouthed to me.

"Did you not just hear me say I was high? We all are. I can't think straight. Plus the place is trashed and I can't find my black card. Marlene is going to kill me," Kenny persisted.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm on my way," I said, ending the call before pulling my shirt on. "I'm sorry, baby. Kenny—"

"Go. Tell me about it when you get back," she said with a small smile. "Just be safe, okay?"

"Promise. Try and get some sleep. I won't be long," I said, kissing her forehead