Page 30 of Claiming His Prize

“Todd, look!”

She broke away from his embrace, ignoring his dismayed groan, and darted into the room.At some point during the evening, she’d noticed Diana had disappeared, but she hadn’t realized her friend had come here. At least she assumed this was Diana, although she wouldn’t be surprised if others had been involved.

The honeymoon suite was in two parts. They were in the main room, and in the back left corner was the entrance to the bedroom. The main room had a couch along the right wall, a loveseat at a right angle to the couch, facing her, with a coffee table set in front of them, across from which was a table with a large television.The coffee table had been decorated with electronic candles, which were flickered just like real ones, a silver bucket with champagne, two glasses, and a small plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.There was also a vase holding a single red rose in the center.

“Ooooh, it’s so romantic!” she gushed, stopping just shy of the coffee table and looking it over. Tears sparked in her eyes again. Normally, she wasn’t this emotional, but everything was setting her off today. It was a wonder she hadn’t sobbed through the ceremony, although she’d sniffled enough, Diana had surreptitiously passed her a tissue sometime in the middle of it.

“Yes, it is,” Todd said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips going to her neck and sucking, using his teeth to good effect. He obviously had his own agenda, and it didn’t include anything on the coffee table.

“Todd,” she half-protested, moaning. Her hands covered his wrists as he pulled her flush against him. Despite the layers of her A-line skirt and crinoline, she could still feel his erection pressing into her ass. “We should drink the champagne... have a strawberry… Someone went to all the trouble to set this up…” She wasn’t really resisting, she just liked the idea of him convincing her of his way of thinking—taking control of the situation—and she had no doubt he would do just that.

“You have no idea how hard it has been to keep my hands off of you all night,” he murmured, pulling her around and holding her hips tightly as he kissed over her collarbone. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and she wasn’t sure if she was pulling him into her or pushing him away. “Seeing you in this white dress, looking so pure and innocent... all I could think about were all the depraved, perverted things I wanted to do to you while you were wearing it.”

Allison gasped as he pushed down the neckline of her dress, folding it almost inside out. The heart-shaped neckline was helpful, although her strap pulled on her shoulder as he basically lifted her breast out of the dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra because the dress had one built-in, and right now, she was even more thankful for that. Expertly, Todd did the same with her other breast as his mouth pulled at her nipple, his other hand splayed over her lower back, holding her in place as she arched backward, thrusting her breast farther into his mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take it off?” she asked, panting as he switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing both of her nipples with all of his pent-up sexual energy.The champagne and strawberries could wait. Todd’s sensual need was too intoxicating to deny. Feasting on her breasts like a starving man, her knees were feeling weaker by the second.

“Definitely not,” he growled, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her over to the side of the loveseat, where he whirled her around and bent her over the wide arm. Allison made a little “oof” as she found her upper body dropping down unexpectedly, her hardnipples rubbing against the nubby fabric of the cushion, her breasts high and tight from being pushed out of her dress. Cool air wrapped around her legs as he lifted her skirts. “I’ve been waiting to do this all night.”

“I could at least take off the crinoline,” she said, trying to wriggle her way up, but Todd just tipped the skirts over her head and pushed her back down, creating a dark little cave she was caught in.He let out a laugh, and she grinned, knowing he must be seeing her special panties. White with a little ruffle on each leg opening and “Bride” across the butt in silver.

“No, I don’t want you to take anything off,” he said, running his fingers up the backs of her thighs and making her shiver. “I want you just like this... all dressed up in your pretty white dress, ready for me to take and corrupt you.”

The dark eroticism in his voice, the eagerness, brought Allison back to the beginning of their encounters, when Todd had ‘blackmailed’ her into fulfilling her most secret fantasies.He’d taken the sweet little society girl she’d been and let her loose, pushing her beyond the lines she’d always lived in, and bringing her to wild pleasures beyond her imagination.

Now, she could imagine how she looked, bent over the armrest of a loveseat, unseen except for her legs and turned up butt cheeks, a fantasy of visual innocence about to be debauched. Just imagining it made her feel hot all over.

She moaned as Todd pulled down her panties, his mouth following them down, tracing patterns on her skin with his tongue and lingering on her most sensitive spots—the crease between her buttocks and thigh, the ticklish inner edge behind her knees, then back up again to tease her pouting lips.With a whimper, she spread her legs wider, inviting him to taste, and trembled with satisfaction as his tongue delved in.Hands kneaded her thighs, pushing them farther apart, then moved up to her bottom, squeezing her tender cheeks hard.As he built her pleasure with his mouth, his fingers became rougher, adding an edge to their passion.

When he pulled away, she whimpered and wagged her hips, her fingers clutching the skirts of her dress around her head, hating that she couldn’t see him, yet loving the visual in her mind and enjoying the blindness, the anticipation.

Something cool and slick pressed against her asshole, and she moaned as his fingers pushed in, stretching and lubricating her heated flesh.

“Where did you get lube from?” she asked, her voice only muffled by the layers of fabric. She had the wild image of him pledging his wedding vows with lube in his suit pocket.

Todd just chuckled, twisting his fingers and making her whimper. “It’s our wedding night, Princess. You don’t think I’d be prepared for anything?”

The first time they’d had sex, he’d taken her anal virginity. There was something so decadently forbidden, so depraved about taking his cock in her ass, she wasn’t surprised he wanted to defile her innocent appearance.Even having his fingers penetrating her there while she bent over the loveseat in her virginal white dress was shockingly exciting. It added an edge she hadn’t felt since the first few times he’d taken her that way.

He only took a minute or two to stretch her before his fingers pulled away. Allison moaned at the loss, her butt cheeks clenching and releasing enticingly.The hot, hard head of his cock prodded her entrance, then pressed in, pushing her much farther open than his fingers had.She groaned at the intrusion and panted, trying to relax her muscles to accommodate his thick girth.Practice had helped, and after a moment, his broad head popped through the ring of muscle, both of them moaning with the sensation.Todd’s fingers dug into her hips as he pressed forward, the burning shaft digging deeper into her most intimate of entrances.

Knowing he couldn’t see more than the curve of her bottom, bisected by his cock as it pillaged her tight hole, and the layers of crinoline skirts, made Allison even more excited. She drew her hands down to pinch her nipples, pulling and tugging on the tender buds, gasping and writhing as Todd’s cock quested deeper. The thick shaft radiated heat as it continued its burning exploration, rubbing against her insides as he made small thrusting motions, helping to stretch her further.

“God, Allison... you have no idea how hot this is.” His voice ragged with passion, he pulled out, then thrust back in hard, his groin slamming against her ass cheeks and making them wobble.“Aw... fuck... I’m fucking my wife in the ass... God, you’re so tight...” He pulled out again and groaned, thrusting back in hard.

His wife.The words sent a tremor through her like none she’d ever known, heating her insides to the point, she thought she might cum.Pinching her nipples hard, Allison let out a gasping cry as he began to ride her, assured she could take the stretching, burning thrusts of his cock in her narrow passage without undue pain.It hurt, it hurt exquisitely, wonderfully.He was claiming her with every thrust, his muttered words barely audible, but she could hearwifeover and over again. She pinched her nipples harshly, her excited cries mingling with his words.

“Oh, fuck...” She writhed, her pussy feeling like it might actually explode with need. It burned from the assault on her other hole, emptily grasping... needing... yet her orgasm built. Todd’s cock nudging against a point deep inside of her spurred her pleasure higher and higher.

“Todd... oh, fuck... fuck me... fuck your wife... fuck my ass! AH!” Her back bowed as he lost all control of his thrusts, beginning a wild, ramming assault on her tender hole and sending her spiraling with a hot ecstasy that bloomed from her forbidden orifice and had her muscles clamping down hard. The animalistic noises falling from his throat were almost lost in her delicious cries.

She shattered around him as he embedded himself fully, her body sucking at him as he poured hot froth into her welcoming hole.His fingers were grasping her so hard, she would have light bruises the next morning, but all they could feel right now was pure ecstasy, an intimate bliss that left no room for anything but rapture—a meeting of desires, passions, and souls that had been acknowledged privately and publicly.

To her surprise, Todd didn’t collapse on top of her as he normally did. Instead, he rubbed her hips soothingly as their breathing returned to normal and pulled free of her body. He pulled down her skirts and unzipped the back of her dress, his movements hurried as if he couldn’t bear having even those layers of fabric between them.

Allison allowed him to pull her up as the dress fell around her, leaving her standing in the pooled fabric as Todd’s lips descended. They kissed deeply, passionately, but no longer quite so demandingly. The hurried need of several days abstinence and the excitement of publicly acknowledging their commitment was no longer there. Sated, they could take the time to taste each other, enjoy each other.

His hands cradling her face, Todd caressed her lips with his, his fingers slowly stroking over her cheeks and jawbone as they explored each other’s mouths all over again. This wasn’t new territory, but somehow, it felt like it. Allison ruffled her fingers through the hair on his chest. They touched each other lightly, not teasingly but lovingly, as if they had all the time in the world—which now, they did.

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