Page 9 of Stalking the Bride

Her tits are two perfect, plump mounds from this angle, and my body is coursing with primal hunger as I drink in her splendor. Using my thumb and index finger, I pull her pussy lips up toward her stomach, causing her swollen pink pearl to emerge from its hood. She’s open wide for me, submitting and waiting for my next move, her breasts rising and falling with each of her deep breaths.

“Should I teach you more?”

Belle gazes up at me, her lids low and her eyes soft, drunk with lust. She nods tenderly, and that’s all I need to move in. I lean down and take her sweet little bud between my lips.

Her body twists, and her hips buck back against my jaw, but I hold her firmly and tightly as I suck her delicate bundle of nerves, simultaneously applying pressure with my tongue. Her hands slap against the cushions as she searches for something to grab on to, eventually settling on a throw pillow, which she clutches tightly as I torture her with an onslaught of pleasure.

I’m dying to fuck her. To tear through her cherry and stretch her to my fit. It’s all I can do to hang on to the one ounce of restraint I have left while I focus on pleasuring her. A wonder this innocent must be warmed up, right?

“Conrad,” she whimpers, her hips jerking to the rhythm of my gentle tugs from my lips. “I…I think I can feel it…you know…what’s supposed to happen now…”

My eyes gleam back at her as I swell with pride.That’s right, angel. Come for Daddy.That’s what I want to say, but my tongue is on a mission right now, and any interruption could completely throw off the oncoming orgasm I’m about to give her. I’m fighting against all odds to maintain control. To keep myself from pulling out my cock and thrusting it into her. Fillingher with my cream that’s causing my balls to painfully swell. I’m a hair’s breadth from abandoning any morality I have left and forcing her to become mine by geysering my load into her unclaimed cunt and impregnating her right here and now.

But some ounce of morality reminds me that I can’t do that, and I apply more pressure to her bud, lapping like a hungry dog at her slick sweetness. She tastes like wickedness and vice. Abandonment of duty and morality. Her flavor is like a golden hook imbedded in my chest, pulling me in, deeper, deeper, and deeper. Her rouge face tightens, and her plump lips part in a silent scream.

It’s happening.

Her hips tilt down, and her entire body shakes as her first true orgasm sweeps her into a realm of quivering bliss.

“Yes!” she cries out, reaching up and snatching fistfuls of my hair, holding me tightly between her legs like she thinks I might go somewhere.I’m not leaving, angel. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be. I ravage her sopping hole, her juices spilling out around my lips and dripping down my chin and back onto her cute little asshole. “Oh, wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!”

Her breathy moans drive my lustful pride to a new level, inflating me with fiery arrogance like nothing I’ve felt before. I am superhuman. A false, depraved teacher. A giver of pleasure, but only for her. My Belle.

She gasps one final gasp then releases her grip on my hair and slumps back onto the couch, panting heavily, her entire body radiating heat like a bonfire. Her cunt is glistening with my spit and her slick, and her inner thighs are gleaming from the spillover.

That’s it. I can’t take it any longer.

My desperation is overwhelming. I need her.

I rise up on my knees, reach into my briefs, and tug out my manhood. I’m so turned on that even my slight touch causes myshaft to flex with a near-orgasmic twitch. Sensitivity is pulsing through me. My cock is throbbing with brutal desire. I ball my hand into a fist, driving my nails into my flesh, searching for a painful distraction to bring me back down to Earth.

“I’ll kill you if you leave me.” The words rumble from my throat before I know what I’m saying.

Belle’s eyes widen. “What did you say?”

“I said, he’ll kill you if you leave him.”Keep it together, Conrad.She blinks nervously. Slides her lower lip across her teeth. “Once he has had a taste of you, he will be addicted. He will always want more…more…more…”

“Oh…” she says quietly, pushing herself into a seated position. Her eyes travel down to my cock, doing a flagpole from between my legs. “Maybe we should take things a little more slowly.”

Her words cause the moment to freeze and threaten to fracture every bit of progress I just made with her. She’s moving now, like she wants to get up, but I lean down on top of her and bring my lips close to hers. Being this close to kissing her heightens everything I’m feeling already. My cock flexes again, and I know there’s no holding back.

“I have so much more to teach you, angel,” I whisper, tracing the line of her neck with my lips. I stop just below her earlobe and inhale the multitude of scents. I’m behaving like a wild beast. “To prepare you for your wedding night.”

“My wedding night…?” Belle whispers as I begin grinding my shaft against her slick mound.

Christ, even without being inside her, the feeling is truly wonderous. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be giving her time to recover from her release. Hell, I should never have even started any of this with her. It’s wrong. I’ve been hired to protect her, not defile her innocence like the bastard I am.

But I just can’t help myself.

Her scents invade my nostrils, swirling with godly feminine energy, wrenching a climax from me as my shaft slides against her wet folds, which spread slightly each time I grind against her. My cock erupts, splashing my seed across her soft ivory belly, pooling in her pink belly button. It just keeps coming and coming, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced erupting out of me like a volcano. It’s so intense it hurts, and I’m gripped with a dizziness so powerful that I’m forced to slump down beside her, gasping for air like I’ve almost drowned.

I lie beside her, shaking, wrapped up in the overwhelming amazement of her perfection. I fight to regain my composure as my hand explores her body, caressing her breasts and her delicate neckline. My brain is barely working, like a computer that’s short-circuited and needs a full reboot.

“You’re a quick learner,” I mutter, barely able to find my ability to speak. Words scatter through my mind here and there with no real connection between them. I want to simply give up my ruse and profess my love to her now, but that would be a major risk. Or an outright catastrophe. “And I have so many more things to show you that Fitch will like–”

“I need to use the restroom,” Belle interrupts, sliding out from beneath me. “You know…to clean up…”

I sit up, feeling like an idiot. When was it that I forgot how to be a gentleman? Has my madness seized me and jerked me back down into the pits of pure depravity? “I’m so sorry,” I say quickly. “Let me get you a towel.”

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