Page 57 of Crave

“Please,” she gasped.

“Poor baby. There must be somewhere else that’s even hotter, isn’t there? Somewhere that really needs cooling off. Lift up your pretty dress for me.”

Christina’s back arched, pressing her ass into my thigh. Arousal flared in her eyes. In that breathy little voice I knew so well, she whispered, “You do it. Please. I’m embarrassed…”

I laughed. “Oh no, sweet. I know exactly what you are under all that beautiful, virginal white. You’re a slut. You’re dying to be fucked senseless by the wolf. And you’re going to lift up your dress and show me your wet little panties, because I say so. You’re going to give me every inch of your body. You’re going to do whatever I say.”

Shaking with excitement, she gripped the layers of gleaming white material and lifted them to her waist. I ran my fingers over her smooth legs, the frilly garter she’d kept on above one knee, savoring the goosebumps on her thighs.

“Hmmm, what’s this?” Sliding a hand between her legs, I found the dampness on her silky white panties. More than dampness — she was fucking soaked. Pressing in, I rubbed her swollen clit through the fabric.

The panties were barely an excuse for covering her pussy — just a little triangle of snowy lace containing her neatly trimmed dark hair. The fabric narrowed between her legs…into a thong.

What the fuck? Christina never wore thongs. She couldn’t stand them.

I pinched her bare ass. When she cried out, I squeezed her mound hard.

“You’re enjoying this, little lamb. Aren’t you? You like being felt up in your wedding dress.”

“Oh God…”

Holding her tightly to me, I rubbed my raging cock against her ass, pushing against the confines of my tux.

“That’s right. There’s my pussy.” I pulled the delicate lace away from her crotch to fit my hand inside. Those panties would tear with one yank. Spreading her soaked lips, drawing out the moment, I smiled coldly at our reflections in the mirror. “All mine. Too bad for your husband. Don’t cover it like this again.”

Without warning, I pushed one finger inside her slick cunt.

She was laughing breathlessly, overwhelmed. “You’re going so fast. Oh Jesus…”

I bit her neck. “Mmmm. Such pretty little panties. It's a shame they’ll have to go.”

I bunched my hand to rip them from her crotch. She grabbed my wrist. “Don’t. Please don’t. My sister gave them to me at my bachelorette party…”

I smiled inwardly, picturing Alexis giving Christina a set of snow-white lingerie. Probably with a joke about her wedding night.

Christina’s words said one thing, but her hopeful eyes and sneaking smile said another. She’d worn the damn thong out of a sense of obligation.

“So you wore these panties to please her?” I smacked her ass again. “Well, she’s not here. I am.”

With one jerk, the fragile lace tore in my hand. Christina moaned in relief. I pushed the ruined panties down her thighs.

“Bend over, little lamb. Show me what I’m going to devour tonight.”

Her hands shook as she braced them on the counter. Her dress frothed around her waist. I gave her luscious ass a slap.

“All the way.”

Turning, she bent to touch the floor. Trembling with anticipation as she displayed her rosy cunt, glistening with arousal.

“Stay there,” I ordered. “Hold onto your ankles.”

She quivered, trying to keep still.

Dropping a hand on her thigh to anchor her, I cupped her pussy in my palm, using three fingers to caress her wet folds.

She whimpered, squirming under my attention. I could imagine how exposed she felt in this position, how vulnerable.

“Sshhh,” I soothed. “You’re a sweet little bride and I’m going to touch you here. I’m going to touch you everywhere before the night is over.”

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