Page 16 of Stalking the Bride

The fridge door nearly comes off its hinges as I wrench it open. I reach into the chill and lift the cake and set it down on the metallic prep-table. Belle is looking at me curiously like a cute little kitten as I’m teeming with lust, achingly hard beneath my pants. My desperation for Belle has not abated since I waslast with her. Eyes focused, I’m walking toward her, scouring her sensuous body with my gaze.

“You know it’s tradition for the groom to feed the bride a piece of cake once they’re married, yes? And vice versa?”

Belle nods, confused. “Yes.”

Her innocence is a drug to me, tugging at every one of my male sexual instincts. I reach out and take her by the wrist, pulling her into my arms. A gasp falls from her plump lips, sending a shock surge through me. It’s like I was missing something I now have.

“Well, I see no reason we can’t honor that tradition.” I smile, pressing Belle down onto her knees before me. She looks up at me, still not understanding.

“But I…I’m not married, Conrad. And you’re not my husband.”

“I’m not?” I smirk.

With a single hard tug, I pop the fly of my jeans, then reach in and pull out my manhood, swollen and thick, nearly ready to burst. Belle’s eyes go wide, following my shaft as I grip it with one hand and drag it through the frosting at the base of the cake, coating my crown like a vanilla ice cream swirl atop a cone. “Go on. Have a taste.”

She fails to hide the excitement that flashes through her eyes. “Conrad…”

“Open up, angel.”

Like a good little girl, Belle drops her jaw, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pink tongue. Without hesitation, I push my cock into her mouth. The sensation hits me like a raging sunbeam, igniting my body with exorbitant pleasure. I have to bite my tongue just to stop myself from exploding instantly.

“That’s a good girl,” I groan, the muscles in my stomach contracting as I wrap my hand around the back of her head and take a fistful of her hair. I shove my other hand roughly downthe neck of her T-shirt and palm the firm flesh of her breast. Her skin is so soft. Her nipples are already hard, signaling her arousal. “Keep sucking, angel. Clean my cock. Get all that sweet icing off, and I’ll give you some more.”

Belle’s eyes are wide, and her hips move in circles like she’s already grinding on my hard-on. I’m so close now. The thought of ramming my cock inside her is nearly unbearable. Unable to pull my eyes from hers, I move my hand to her other breast, causing a jolt of pleasure to lash me with such intensity it’s almost painful. I let out another groan as she twists her tongue around my crown, searching for any remaining sugar, causing me to quickly pull out of her mouth, right on the verge of coming.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” I ask her.

“Never,” she replies, her cheeks red, her lips shining.

I snatch her by her hips and lift her, causing her to giggle and squeal as I set her down on the table, just beside her wedding cake. I simply cannot wait any longer, and I don’t even try to stop my sweaty arms and craving fingers as they grab her pants and tear them down to her ankles. I nearly have a heart attack when I set eyes on the ripe little peach between her legs, already dripping with slick.

“Was I not doing a good job?” she whimpers, submissive eyes boring a hole straight into my chest.

“You were doingtoo goodof a job, Belle.” I snatch her T-shirt up and yank down her bra, exposing her plump, mouthwatering tits. “I need to be inside you now.”

Unable to break eye contact, I press the head of my cock between her folds, parting them with untamable desire. It’s all I can do not to just ram my full length deep into her. It’s like I have some kind of fever, and it’s taking all my strength to go slowly with her now. It’s what she needs. She’s never had a man inside her before.

“Ahhh,” she moans, her back arching off the table as I press inside. “Wow, that feels…amazing…”

“Take a deep breath, angel. It’s going to hurt a little bit.”

“Because you’re so big?”

I have to smile. Even with her complete innocence, she recognizes my size. “No, angel. Because you still have your cherry. But it will be mine in a moment.”

“Conrad–”

“Deep breath,” I repeat, projecting my intent through my ardent gaze. “It will only be a second. Then you’ll get used to me.”

I watch her breasts rise as she follows my command, wrap my fingers around her delicate shoulders, then pull myself into her soaking virgin cunt. A moan escapes her lips as I feel her hymen give way. She tries to pull back, but I hold her close as I continue to drill into her, giving her the entirety of my inches. I can feel the walls of her ripe little pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. And just before I bottom out inside her, she lets out a tiny breath.

“Oh my God. That feels…it’s starting to feel better now.” I lean close, pressing my chest against her breasts as I trace the soft skin of her lips with my tongue. “I can handle it, Conrad. Keep going.”

I clench every one of my muscles, fighting back against the intensity of sensation from her luscious pussy. The tenderness of her tight center is overwhelming as I rut into her, grinding the base of my abs against her clit, causing her to squeal like a little baby bird with every thrust. The table rocks beneath us, grating metallic sounds echoing throughout the room. My hips move in and out, up and down, my arms frame her torso and my hands clench her tender breasts as my pace grows faster and faster.

Belle rocks back against me like she wants more. She’s not hurting any longer. She’s loving it and signaling to me with hereyes, the pout of her lips, the way she’s exploring my muscles with her fingertips. I can hardly believe this is happening. Belle.MyBelle is no longer an object seen through my scope or an assignment to care for. She’s always been my world, but now that I’m inside her, she’s a dream come true. I always wished for this day, but I never truly believed it could happen.

“You want more?” I challenge her, driving a harsh thrust into her that moves the table several inches. I expected her to flinch at that, but she merely looks me right in the eye and nods.

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