Page 8 of Stalking the Bride

Christ, I’m in heaven.

A devil who’s found his way to the Holy Land.

I’m a bad, bad man, and I would go to the ends of the Earth to be blessed with another chance to be between her perfect thighs.

“It’s so adorable,” I tell her as my breath heats the skin around her virgin breach. “When Fitch sees this…”

Belle doesn’t move at first, so I take her by the hips and set her back on the arm of the couch before placing my hands against her thighs and spreading them wide. The view is spectacular, but it’s not enough. Her sweet lips are hiding the tender pink within, and my fucking cock is swollen past what I’m able to take. My mind is overrun with depraved thoughts of everything I want to do to her. The fact that I can’t do them all at once has me actually growing angrier with every second that ticks by.

Why can’t I have her all? Right now?

With a single tug, I pop the buttons on my jeans, alleviating some of the pressure from my bulge. I’m practically foaming at the mouth right now. If I were to penetrate her now, I doubt I could restrain myself from literally impaling her with my rock-hard manhood. I want to plant my flag on every inch of her insides. Lose all control in her sweet, soaked folds.

“No one’s ever been where I am now, Belle?” I ask, my jaw clenched tight as my rough palms caress her soft thighs. I’m a terrible man, overwhelmed with a fiery ardor, all caused by this angel’s sensuality. I glance up and see her shake her head,a bashful blush dancing rosy across her cheeks. “It’s beautiful, angel. Soft, warm, wet…”

Only I will do this to her.

She belongs to me.

“Do you want me to keep teaching you?” I ask.

I look up and see her biting her lip down at me, her eyes blazing with longing and excitement. My cock pulses with overwhelming excitement. Belle nods, red-faced and abashed, and my lips part to make way for my hungry tongue. While keeping my eyes glued on hers, I press it tenderly against the moist shine just beneath her tight center.

Belle gasps and grips the couch arm with both hands. She throws her head back momentarily but quickly looks back down at me, eyes wide with amazement.That’s right, angel. That’s the first tongue on your pussy. Ever so carefully, I pull back, drawing a sparkling line of her arousal from her that she can see. Her lower lip falls, and I nod, smiling with my eyes.

“Fitch will love this,” I tell her, kissing her inner thigh like we’ve been lovers for years. She moans, and like that, I can’t contain myself any longer. I lean in once again, yet this time I flatten my tongue and drag it up her sweet, shining, glistening slit, forcing apart her folds to reach the tender innocence inside.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans, rocking her hips forward against my mouth. The tone of her voice is music. The flavor of her juices is divine. Her tender little fuck hole is an absolute treasure, and it’s dripping wet just for me. Belle glances down at me, and I see her blush has encompassed her entire face. “Will Fitch like this?”

“Of course he will,” I snarl as his name strikes me like a spear in the side.

“Good,” she says as I press my tongue deep into her channel. I’m reveling with delight in the fact that I’ve managed to make my way here. Does she not suspect what I’m doing? Is my insanity not exuding from my eyes every time I stare at her? Mybody is on fire. My muscles are taut and firm like I’m ready for a fight. I want to grip her thighs hard and split her down the middle so not one inch of her is left untouched by me.

“Conrad,” she whimpers, pressing back against my tongue. She’s loving this. “You make me feel so…so…”Good, angel?“Safe.”

Christ, I’m a monster.

I’m the man who called in the bomb threat to her wedding, the man fighting to keep her from her fiancé, and she is telling me I make her feel safe. Something like my conscience is telling me I should feel shame. Guilt. That I should pull my tongue back from the golden valley where it now resides and leave this girl forever. But my thirst for Belle overwhelms those feelings in a second, and I’m back to being the fevered dog I am. Unhinged and teetering on the edge of control.

She loves it, I tell myself.Why should you feel bad?

There’s no way I’m holding back now.

I reach up and lift her T-shirt, taking the bra with it, exposing her perky teenage tits. A small C-cup I would say if I had to guess, but I don’t have to guess. I know. From one of the many times I broke into her room and went through her bra and panties drawer. Her nipples are hard, and if I wasn’t buried between her legs right now, I would pin her down on her back and suck them and suffocate myself in her cleavage.

“So perky. So cute,” I growl softly. “Fitch willlovethese…”

My madness is starting to take over. Fitch will never get to see her bountiful breasts. They are meant for me. Only me.

I get to my feet, snatch her around the waist, and set her down beneath me on the couch. I bend her backwards, folding her so she’s almost upside down with her knees hanging toward her face and both of her pretty holes aimed straight up at me.

More…more…

I want more…

“Conrad…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Belle.” I feel my control slipping as the seconds tick by. “Fitch will love every inch of your body.”

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