Stacy — I'm pregnant (1)

Stacy — I'm pregnant (1)
The breath hitched in the back of my throat as he came up behind me.

"What happened to I won't lay eyes on you until you're walking down the aisle?" I asked, heart pounding in my chest as his fingers gathered my hair up and moved it onto my shoulder.

"I am a man of my word, just like I said," he said, slipping his mother's pearls around my neck.

I teared up while he secured the clasp behind my neck, unconcerned about my make up as happy teardrops fell down my cheeks when I turned around to face him.

"You know I prefer suits to tuxedos, but fuck if the tux wasn't the right call. You look so handsome," I said, laying hands on his chest.

"You don't need to try so hard, Kendrick. At least one of your holes is getting fucked. Guaranteed," he said teasingly.

He could say whatever he wanted to about his stupid sex in a church promise. Nothing that happened in this room henceforth could take away from the romance of this moment. It was a year in the making.

He was wearing the sleep mask I put on him this morning, making my smile widen. Hope and love stirred in my heart. Just like the first time I wore the pearls, he made me feel like his family.

I touched a hand to the pearls. He remembered what he said about putting them on me himself next time. Even back then, he talked about me like this day was inevitable. This must be why Jenny helped him. So fucking sneaky, only telling her half the story.

"How do you know I'm beautiful?" I asked, playing coy.

I was so moved, that for a moment I almost convinced myself he wasn't here to fuck me. That it was all just talk. Until my eyes dropped to the camera around his neck and I was quickly disillusioned.

"Lucky guess. I told you you'd see the proof of my happiness all day," he said, taking my hand and laying it on his hard dick.

"Is this why Kenny said you're the most excited groom he's ever seen?" I asked with a giggle.

"No talking about other men with my dick in your hand, whore," he said, laying his hand over the one I had around his dick and forcing my fingers to wrap around it.

My hand moved on its own, stroking his dick through his pants, mesmerized by the sight of me working the tent in his pants.

"That's good, but it's not enough. You need to make it go away for the ceremony. You can have me hard all you want once I get you alone again," he said, lowering his lips to within a hair's breadth of mine, breaths quickening slightly.

My mouth was dry. The drink still in my hand looked more and more tempting.

Some part of my brain was still working, because I turned away to set it down just the same. The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants behind me made my pussy clench. When I turned back to him he was fisting his dick. My tongue swiped across the lipstick on my lips and I picked up a cushion off the couch.

"I should make you watch until I come. Not let you touch. That's what you deserve after last night. Not dick in your pretty mouth like you want," he said tauntingly.

How the fuck did he know?

"It's our wedding day. There are lots of people around. You shouldn't be here," I said, trying to use the fact that he couldn't see to my advantage.

What use was that when I was hypnotized by what he was doing to himself, ready to snatch his dick from his fist and cram all of it into my mouth? He had my pussy clenching gently every few seconds too. I was getting wetter by the second.

"No? Don't want my dick in your mouth? Then why's your mouth watering, Kendrick? Is this about your pussy getting wet because I put those pearls around your neck? Is my whore conflicted about which hole she wants dick in even with that cushion in her hands?" he asked, moaning softly now.

When did I become this person? All he had to do was show me he was hard and I was ready for him. Instincts and rationale be damned.

"How do you know—"

"You're the savant, Stace. Remember what I said about when you want dick in your mouth," he said, making me think of the day after our sexathon in his childhood home.

… when my words make you happy, you want my dick in your mouth.

He knew I was still mortified about facing Willow and Lisa that day.

"Why would you bring that up right now?" I asked with a pout and a groan as heat flooded my cheeks.

"It's fun making you blush even if I can't see," he said with a chuckle. "There's another reason you want it in your mouth though. You know a blow job means no screaming for me. On your knees. Wrap your soft, full lips around my dick nice and tight. Scott says my dick better be in your mouth in the next ten seconds or I'm picking you up and impaling your pussy on it. Then I'll use your pussy to masturbate my dick until you're screaming my name. You can't keep quiet with my dick in your coming pussy, even when you try, baby. This will be so much worse than Ohio. Everyone we know will hear what a whore you are for me," he said, letting go of his dick to give me access, beckoning me towards him with his finger.

"Fine, but no touching. I've already had my hair and make up done," I said, trying to reassert some form of control over the situation.

Mortified by the way I was letting him manipulate me, urgency and horniness sent me into motion. I shamelessly tossed the cushion onto the floor before him and got on my knees, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick.

"Three seconds to get it all in there, my bride whore. Open your fucking mouth," he said, his head bent forward like he could see me. "One—"

Despite his taunting, I stopped to wave my hand in front of his face as I slid the first inch into my mouth. How did he know everything he knew without even seeing me?

"Don't test me. Take your punishment like a good whore. Stuff your pretty mouth full of dick or I will," he said, fisting my hair.

Punishment, my ass. He had been waiting to pull this shit since I refused to fuck him at Kenny's wedding. I moaned my anger about what he was doing to my hair on his dick, my lips wrapped tightly around it as I fed more into my mouth.

"Two," he counted, ignoring my outburst.

Two could play at that game. Pushing my luck, I grabbed onto his dick and dragged what was in my mouth out, sucking hard as my eyes fixated on his gorgeous length glistening on its way out.

"This is my party, not yours princess. Three," he said, making good on his threat, grabbing the back of my head and forcing his dick into my mouth.