Page 17 of Stalking the Bride

“Yes, Conrad. Give me more.”

“You sure you can take it?” I tease, railing her again, moving the table back farther.

“Try me.” She smiles.

A thirst comes over me, and I lift her legs up over my shoulders and begin to pound her.This is not a position a virgin should be in, I think as I feel my balls clapping against her asshole with every single stroke. She should be howling, pressing her hands against my chest, begging for me to stop, but she’s just taking it like a champ, bucking back against every one of my thrusts as if demanding more from me than I’m already giving. Christ, I’m tearing her future life apart with every single thrust, and I can’t even stop myself. I don’t even know that I want to.

The whine of creaky hinges behind me causes me to glance over my shoulder just as a middle-aged woman enters. She’s wearing a uniform indicating she works for the manor, and her eyes go wide when she sees my ass moving up and down as I continue to pound into Belle. Nothing will stop me now. Not her. Not anyone.

Belle squeals when she notices the voyeur and pulls me down on top of her to shield herself from the woman’s gaze. I hold eye contact with the intruder, letting her know she should get lost. After a moment, she does turn to go, but not before cocking her head to the side and flashing a thumbs-up to Belle.

“Nice catch, girl.”

With that, she lets herself out. Instantly, Belle cracks up laughing. I do the same, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent that simply confirms I am in heaven.

“Oh my God,” she giggles. “Did that really just happen?”

I nod and kiss her. “A wise woman, that one.”

I’m too hard to slow down, too close to control myself any longer. Our moment was not ruined by the intrusion. If anything, we’re both even hotter than before. Belle eagerly kisses me, her smooth hands against my cheeks as our tongues dances together. I’ve claimed her, but there’s still one wall left between us. A wall I’m about to destroy.

“You love it, don’t you?” I ask her. She nods thirstily.

I grunt as I plunge into her dripping cunt, grinding my teeth back against the immeasurable pleasure she’s blessed me with.

“Yes,” she groans, rocking against me, her juices dripping all over the table beneath us, slicking the metallic surface.

I harden my eyes at her, cock my head to the side. “Yes….?”

It takes Belle a second, but when she gets it, her whole face lights up.

“Yes, Daddy.” I feel her cunt tighten around my shaft as she speaks the words. “I love it.”

I feel the wall crumble, blasted away by unbridled emotion. We’re both so close, and my head is already starting to spin like I’ve been shot out of a cannon and am soaring through the purest, most blissful air on Earth.

“You’re mine now, angel,” I grunt, packing her pussy with harsh, deliberate thrusts that shake her entire body. Her knee joints crush down on my shoulders as she closes in on her orgasm. “I’ve claimed you. You belong to me. I’ll keep you safe–Oh my God, I can feel you tightening up on me. You’re close aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nods emphatically.

“So am I. I can’t even move inside you,” I confess. “There’s no way I can pull out, angel. I’m going to breed that tiny little cunt. Breed you the first time you get fucked. I’m going to fill you with my seed right fucking now.”

Igo off. Hard.

It’s like an explosion that begins at my center and then expands out, encompassing my whole body. My neck muscles tighten, and my back goes tense as I unload, spraying my seed into her hole, snatching away any remaining innocence she had left.

At the same time, I feel her walls clench down on me, holding me deep inside, telling me firmly:No. You’re not going anywhere.I go empty inside her as her body writhes and thrashes beneath mine. I somehow manage to unclench my eyelids and look down at her as her climax wracks her with delight, and I know that this moment–this image–will be solidified in my mind for the rest of my life as a monumental moment never to be forgotten.

Finally, Belle’s legs fall from my shoulders, and I slump down beside her, breathing heavily. I stare up at the ceiling, a smile fixed on my lips, before glancing over to Belle, desperate for the twinkle in her eyes. Instead, what I see is something else. Confusion? Timidity? Regret?

My heart jumps, and I quickly wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “Hey, everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she says, forcing a smile. She sits up, glancing at the cake, the scrape in the frosting at the base. “Just…worried about that. And the woman who saw us.”

I stand, place my hands firmly on her shoulders, and look down at her. It’s impossible not to be entranced by her beauty.

“Don’t worry about that. The woman won’t say anything, and the cake can be repaired.” Why am I reassuring her about thecake? I don’t want her near that goddamn thing. If she ever is fed a piece of it by Fitch…

“Okay.” Belle smiles. “I won’t.”

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