Stacy — I'm pregnant (2)

Stacy — I'm pregnant (2)
The vulgarity of what he did, the groan he let out as his dick filled my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. All of it had me so turned on I instinctively grabbed onto his ass and started sucking greedily.

"That's better. Fucking cock tease. You can't help yourself once it's inside you though, can you? That's it, suck all you want, my amazing little cocksucker," he said, groaning readily, his other hand joining the one in my hair to guide my head up and down his dick.

Too far gone to focus on the mess he was making of my hair, I clawed into his ass and sucked for all I was worth, moaning readily as my pussy ached for attention.

"Such a noisy whore to the end. Even with dick in your mouth. I have half a mind to fuck your pussy anyway," he said with a growl.

I sucked harder, quickening my pace, dragging my fingernails down his ass, daring him to do it if he had the willpower to take his dick from me. His hands instantly grew more forceful, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he held my head down on his dick.

Too caught up in the pleasure for anymore teasing, all he said between moans was, "Stacy. Yes baby. Just like that."

The sudden motion of his dick going down my throat unveiled a slow ache seeping into my jaw.

"So close," he whispered, a satisfied moan leaving his mouth.

It was all I could do to breathe through my nose pressed up against him as he held my head close, his thrusting dick going back and forth down my throat. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought about him ruining my make up too as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Coming baby," he finally said, a deep satisfaction in the groan he let out as come hit the back of my throat in hot spurts. "That's the best wedding gift I'm going to get," he said smugly, grinning cockily.

He withdrew his softening dick from my mouth, slid it back into his boxers, and pulled up his pants.

"If you weren't marrying me today, I really would feel like a whore. Now get the fuck out. You ruined my hair and my make up," I said, trying not to panic as my brain went into problem solving mode. "For fuck's sake, keep your mom and sister out of the room until I can… I
I don't fucking know," I said, finally losing my cool about the wedding for the first time.

"It's going to be okay. I have your hairstylist and make up artist on stand by. The guests aren't even here yet except for the wedding party. They won't start arriving for another two hours. Everything is perfect, I promise," he said, holding his hand out for me to take as he chuckled.

I rose to my feet and checked the watch on my wrist, unwilling to believe him.

"What the fuck are you talking about? It's noon. They should be here by now," I said, refuting his claims. "And I don't have my veil yet and I have no fucking clue if your stupid flower emergency was real or not," I said, going completely bridezilla.

"Oh right. Almost forgot about that," he said, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to me. "I had a second set of invitations printed. Your friends helped me swap them out. I told them you made a mistake but not to tell you, because you're super stressed. We're getting married at two. You can call Kenny and tell him they can find the flowers and the veil now."

"We booked this place months ago. You booked a church for two extra hours just so I could blow you? You've been planning this for months. You're such an asshole," I snarled at him angrily as I reached out to take the phone from him.

He was quick to wrap his other hand around my waist and pull me close.

"Stace, please. Respect the plan. Give me some credit. Did you really think we found your dream church in under three months by accident? I booked this place right after we got back to New York. I found it when I came here to be the photographer at Stoner Steve's sister's wedding over six months ago. I knew you'd insist on it the moment I brought you here. I have been planning this since Fiji," he said, pulling me into his arms. "Are kisses before the wedding some big taboo too?" he asked, kissing my cheek.

"But that was before we got engaged," I said, pointing out the obvious as I pouted, tears flowing down my cheeks as I softened in his arms, my heart melting. "You were that sure I would say yes?"

"Like you had a choice. I'm Scott Brady," he scoffed and I giggled.

"How can you be so thoughtful and such an asshole at the same time?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck, tempted to pull the mask off.

"Just be glad I took pity on you and didn't fuck your pussy. After the shit you pulled last night, I should have. The guests may not be here yet, but enough people are. Willow, Kenny, my mom, your sister, your friends, the priest marrying us," he said, mischief in his voice as he cupped my neck and kissed the lips he'd just had wrapped around his dick.

All that effort just so he could play with me. Make this memory with me. I had never felt so safe, loved and wanted in my whole life. We were going to be just fine. No one rose to the occasion quite like him. A baby would be no different.

"You're a horrible son and brother. Lisa and Willow are probably still looking for the damn pearls," I chastised him.

"Didn't you just say you don't want them seeing what a pretty whore you look like right now? For my money, you'll never look more beautiful today," he said, pulling me close for another kiss. "No one else was going to put these pearls around your neck today. No matter what I had to do to get to you. I'm a man of my word, remember? We do have to get things going now though. Kenny and I will buy you a little time alone with the hairstylist and make up artist. Just be happy, Stace. That's all you have to do today. Well that and say I do. I'll be the one waiting at the end of the aisle, hopefully not getting hard in front of everyone when I see you walk through those doors," he said, kissing me one final time before he withdrew from me.

I walked him to the door hand in hand, then watched him let go once he was in front of the door. Watching him open the door so he could leave, even if it was so he could make me a wife, didn't sit right with me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I walked away from him. Some distance away, I turned back around, clasped my hands behind my back and swayed back and forth nervously.

He already had a foot out the door when I blurted out, "I'm pregnant."