Scott — We're getting married (2)

Scott — We're getting married (2)
My brain was overloaded with stimuli. There was no way my dick would let me leave her pussy be.

"Sorry, Stace. Too many turn ons. You're a fucking sexy mess. The wedding dress. Your almost married, pregnant pussy that's going to be begging for dick more often now. The crotchless lingerie you let me dress you in. There's too much going on here, princess. I'm going to have to fuck your pussy, I'm afraid," I said innocently, doing her bit for a change as I feigned remorse, surrendering readily to my horny brain.

Taking her on the floor was tempting, but I wanted her on top of me so I could use her pussy to masturbate my dick like I told her I would. So I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, pulled away from her dress and rose to my feet.

"Leave," she said, backing away from me slowly once there was distance between us.

"Scott says let me fuck my whore bride's pregnant pussy in that wedding dress first," I insisted, backing her into the room until her legs hit the couch behind her.

"My princess. My secret whore. My fucking whore. My dirty girl. My whore of a fiancée. My future wife. My wife. Mother of my child. Should I keep going or would you like to lie back and spread your legs for my dick, Stacy Brady?" I said, towering over her as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped and unbuttoned my pants, carefully letting out my engorged dick before letting my pants drop to the floor.

"Fuck me in my dress later," she begged, opting to sit down, evidently against her better judgment as she blew out a frustrated breath, the orgasm the words gave her taking on a life of its own as she shook before me. "This isn't seduction. It's straight up exploitation," she said feebly as I laid her down on her back and slid my hands under her dress to move the layers out of my way and part her quaking thighs.

"Tell it to my dick when it's buried deep inside your pussy and see if it gives two fucks," I said, positioning my body between her thighs, grabbing my dick and inching it past her crotchless panties and inside her pussy.

Her reluctance faded into blissful desire as I bottomed out inside her.

"You said you were going to—" she mumbled, looking up at me with unguarded, greedy eyes as she came beneath me.

"I fucking know what I said," I said with an impatient grunt, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body up against mine.

She wrapped her limbs around me, allowing me to pull us up into a sitting position. I struggled against the layers of her dress to get to her hips, making her giggle.

"The dress not so sexy anymore, Scottie? You better not rip it," she chided me.

I stared down at her breasts as I lifted her off my dick until she was hovering above me, nothing but the tip inside her.

"Who the fuck said you could have so much cleavage? Why the fuck are your tits on display, whore?" I asked angrily, shoving her back down on my dick, impaling her on it like I said I would.

"You fucking love it. It's for you, asshole," she said, taking every last bit of my dick, a fact she was proud of when she learned that most women I fucked couldn't. "So full," she purred appreciatively, making me chuckle.

"That's it, whore. Take every last bit of that dick. Since you put your tits on display for me, allow me to indulge," I said, lowering my mouth to her breasts and sucking hard.

She grabbed my hair and yanked my head back forcefully.

"What the fuck are you trying to do? I have to walk out there in front of three hundred people we know after this," she complained.

I pulled her hand away from my head, grabbed a firm hold of her hips and started slamming her up and down my dick.

"Making sure you don't flash half your tits in public again, whore. If they're going to look, I'll give them something to see," I said, attacking her breasts with my mouth once more, sucking on her flesh while I impaled her pussy on my dick, using her relentlessly to pleasure myself.

"Scott, oh Scottie baby," she moaned, throwing her head back as she took her fucking, her hands easing up on the hold on my hair, only for her to turn on me again and yank hard. "Dear God, that's really full. Fuck me," she cried out, screams bouncing off the walls of the room.

She may be able to take all of me, but being on top usually put her in charge. Today I banged her hips into mine until I was sure she had every inch of my dick crammed into her. Then I did it again and again while sucking on her cleavage hard, unwilling to be deterred.

I only had contact with one of her erogenous zones, her right hip, but soon she was moaning her pretty head off, hands still in my hair, pulling fiercely at my head. Giving it her all, all pretense of not fighting with me long forgotten. The mild orgasm she was having on my dick definitely worked in my favor, but it was the brutal abuse her pussy was taking that lost her the battle of getting my head away from her tits.

"The more my slutty girl pulls, the harder she's going to take dick. So keep pulling, dick hungry brat," I said, egging her on while my angry brain obsessed over littering marks all over her breasts, circling back and deepening the hickeys.

"You're such a fucking asshole," she screamed her catchphrase, making me spare her a glance and a smirk as I doubled my efforts, thrusting into her while slamming her down on my dick. "Scottie. Scott. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes. Oh my fuck. Oh. Oh yes. Scott, Scott. Baby yes. Drill me hard," she begged, clinging to me for dear life, no longer concerned with what I was doing to her breasts.