SWEET DESIRES

CHAPTER 2: WEDDING EVE RUIN PT 2

Richard was not finished. He pulled Olivia back onto the bed and positioned her on all fours. She gripped the headboard tightly with both hands. Richard knelt behind her and rubbed his hard c**k along her soaked p***y.

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, burying himself deep.

Olivia moaned loudly at the sudden fullness.

He f****d her from behind with strong, steady strokes. Each thrust made her breasts swing and her body rock forward. Her fingers tightened on the wooden headboard.

The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the room. Richard gripped her hips hard and pulled her back onto his c**k with every movement.

“Feel that?” he growled.

“This is how a real man fucks.” He reached around and rubbed her c**t while pounding into her.

Olivia’s moans grew louder.

Her p***y clenched around his thick shaft and sweat already coated her back.

Richard leaned forward, his chest against her back, and whispered in her ear. “You belong to me now. Every time you look at my son tomorrow, you’ll remember my c**k stretching this tight pussy.”

He f****d her harder making the bed shake under them. Olivia came again, her walls pulsing around him.

Richard groaned and pushed deep as he came, filling her with another load of hot c*m. He stayed inside until every drop was released, then slowly pulled out. Thick c*m dripped from her p***y onto the sheets.

Richard lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. “Ride me,” he ordered.

Olivia straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his c**k. The wet, messy sound of his previous loads made it easy to take him deep. She started moving, sliding up and down his shaft.

Richard watched her breasts bounce with every rise and fall. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks, guiding her movements.

“Faster,” he commanded.

Olivia rode him harder, her breasts bounced wildly.

The friction against her c**t sent sparks through her body. Richard sat up slightly and sucked on her n*****s while she moved. He bit down gently, making her cry out.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and ground her hips in circles. The new motion made his c**k rub every sensitive spot inside her.

Richard whispered more dirty words. “Your husband will never f**k you like this. You’ll sneak away to me whenever that little d**k fails you.”

“Yes,” Olivia moaned at his words.

She rode him until her thighs burned. Another orgasm hit her hard and her thighs squeezed against him as her p***y clamped on his c**k.

He gripped her hips and thrust up from below, f*****g her through her climax. Richard came again, pumping more c*m deep into her. Olivia felt the warm liquid filling her. When she lifted off, strings of mixed c*m stretched between them.

Richard gave her only a short break, then he flipped her onto her stomach and spread her ass cheeks. His c**k, still slick with their juices, pressed against her tighter hole.

“Relax for me,” he said.

He went slow at first, pushing the head past her tight ring.

Olivia gasped at the burn. The stretch felt intense but different.

Richard rubbed her back and whispered soothing words mixed with filth. “This ass is mine too, baby breathe.”

He worked his c**k deeper inch by inch. Once fully inside, he stayed still, letting her adjust. The fullness felt overwhelming. Slowly he started moving, gentle thrusts at first. Pleasure gradually replaced the discomfort. Olivia pushed back against him. Richard took that as a sign and f****d her harder.

His hips slapped against her ass. One hand reached under to rub her c**t. The combination of his c**k in her ass and fingers on her p***y made her shake.

“I feel so full.” Olivia moaned into the pillow.

Richard leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. “You’ll walk down the aisle tomorrow with my c*m in your ass and p***y. Every step will remind you who owns you.”

He f****d her ass with deep, steady strokes. Sweat dripped from his body onto hers. Olivia reached back and spread her cheeks wider for him. The dirty act pushed her over the edge again. She came hard, her ass clenching around his c**k. Richard groaned and buried himself to the hilt. He filled her ass with hot c*m, pulse after pulse.

They continued for hours. Richard took her in every position he wanted. He bent her over the couch again and f****d her p***y while pulling her hair.

He made her suck his c**k clean between rounds, tasting their mixed juices. He f****d her on her side, lifting one leg high so he could watch his c**k disappear inside her.

Every time he came, he pushed deep and filled her again. c*m leaked constantly from both her holes. The sheets beneath them became soaked. Olivia’s body glistened with sweat. Her hair stuck to her neck and face. Her breasts and ass carried light red marks from his hands and mouth.

By the end, Olivia was a mess, covered in sweat, her p***y and ass leaking his c*m. She lay on her back breathing heavily. Richard ran his fingers through the mess between her legs and pushed some c*m back inside her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth.

“Remember this night every time you look at my son, you’re my slut now.” He whispered one final time.

Olivia fell asleep in his arms, body sore and satisfied.

The next morning, sunlight filled the bridal suite. Richard had left hours earlier.

Olivia showered carefully, but she could still feel the slight soreness between her legs and in her ass. She dressed in her beautiful white wedding gown. The lace and silk felt soft against her marked skin. As she walked down the aisle on her father’s arm, a secret smile played on her lips.

She could still feel Richard’s c*m slowly dripping out of her as she said her vows. With every step, more leaked into her white lace panties. The warm, sticky sensation made her p***y throb under the elegant dress. She looked at her new husband standing proudly at the altar, then glanced briefly at Richard in the front row.

Their eyes met. His dark smile sent heat through her body.

“I do,” she said clearly, voice steady.

Inside, she felt completely different. The vows felt hollow compared to the promises Richard had f****d into her body the night before.

During the reception, Olivia sat carefully while c*m continued to leak whenever she moved. She crossed her legs and felt the wetness against her thighs.

The soreness reminded her of every thrust, every load, every dirty word. She smiled at her guests and played the perfect bride, but her mind replayed the night of Richard’s thick c**k stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

Deep down, she already craved more. She wanted to sneak away during the honeymoon and text Richard. She wanted him to f**k her again while her husband slept in the next room. The thought made her n*****s harden under her dress.

Later that evening, as she danced with her new husband, Olivia felt another trickle of c*m run down her leg. She pressed her thighs together and hid her smile.

The wedding night with her husband was quick and unsatisfying, just as Richard had predicted. Olivia lay there afterward, staring at the ceiling, already planning when she could return to the family mansion and let Richard use her again.

She touched herself quietly while her husband slept, rubbing her sore c**t and pushing fingers into her still-leaking p***y. The memory of Richard’s voice and c**k brought her to a quiet orgasm. She knew this was only the beginning of her secret life.