SWEET DESIRES

Olivia couldn’t sleep. Tomorrow happens to be her wedding day, but instead of feeling excited, she felt nervous and restless. She wore a thin white silk slip and walked quietly through the large family mansion. Her future husband was sleeping in another wing of the house. She went to the bridal suite to check her dress one more time. The room was dimly lit and to her surprise, Richard, her future father-in-law, was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Olivia froze in the doorway. Richard looked at her slowly, his eyes moving over her body. “Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” he asked with a dark smile. Olivia tried to leave, but Richard stood up and closed the door behind her. He started talking about his son and how weak he was in bed. His words were cruel and honest. “He’s never satisfied a woman in his life. He finishes in two minutes and rolls over. You deserve better than that.” Richard said. Olivia felt shocked. Her mouth opened but no words came out. His deep voice and strong presence made her body react anyway. Heat pooled between her legs and she became wet against her will. Richard stepped closer. The scent of whiskey and his cologne filled the small space between them. He towered over her. “Look at you, trembling in that little slip. Your n*****s are already hard.” he said, his voice low. Olivia glanced down. The thin silk showed the stiff peaks clearly. She crossed her arms, but Richard caught her wrists gently and pulled them down. “Don’t hide,” he told her. Then he reached forward and cupped her bread with one of his big hands. His thumb rubbed the n****e in slow circles, the touch sent sparks straight to her p***y. Olivia’s breath hitched. She knew she should push him away, but her feet stayed planted on the carpet. He leaned down and kissed her neck. The light scrape of his stubble made her shiver. “Your p***y is getting wet right now, isn’t it?” he whispered against her skin. Olivia didn’t answer, but fresh slickness coated her inner thighs. Richard slid his hand down her body and under the hem of her slip. His thick fingers found her bare p***y and stroked along the wet slit. “f**k, you’re soaked,” he growled. Two fingers rubbed her c**t in firm circles. Olivia’s knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed his shoulders to stay steady. The pleasure immediate as Richard pushed one finger inside her tight hole. He pumped it slowly while his thumb kept working her c**t. Olivia moaned softly. She hated how good it felt, and when Richard added a second finger and curled them, hitting a spot that made her gasp. Her hips rocked forward on their own. He kissed her mouth then, hard and demanding; his tongue pushed inside and claimed hers. She tasted the whiskey on him. He broke the kiss and pulled her slip up over her head. Olivia stood naked in front of him. Richard looked her up and down, eyes dark with hunger. He cupped both breasts and squeezed them. Then he lowered his head and sucked one n****e into his mouth. His tongue flicked fast while his hand played with the other. Olivia’s fingers tangled in his silver hair. Richard dropped to his knees. He spread her legs wider and buried his face between them, his tongue licked long stripes up her p***y, tasting all her wetness. He sucked her c**t hard. Olivia cried out and gripped the wall behind her. His mouth was skilled and relentless, he pushed two fingers back inside her and f****d her with them while sucking her c**t. She came hard. Her p***y clenched around his fingers and fresh juices coated his tongue, while Olivia’s legs shook. Richard kept licking her through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was whimpering. He stood up and opened his pants. His c**k sprang free, thick, long, and rock hard. Olivia stared at it. It was bigger than her fiancé’s, Richard took her hand and wrapped it around the shaft. The skin felt hot and smooth, she stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in her grip. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he said and Olivia sank down immediately. Richard guided the head of his c**k to her lips. She opened her mouth and took him in. The salty taste filled her tongue. He pushed deeper, stretching her lips wide. “Good girl,” he praised. He held her head and f****d her mouth with slow thrusts, while saliva dripped down her chin. After a few minutes he pulled her up and bent her over the back of the couch, Olivia gripped the cushions. Richard rubbed his c**k along her soaked p***y, teasing her, then he pushed inside in one steady thrust. The thick stretch made her moan loudly as he filled her completely. He f****d her with deep, powerful strokes. Each thrust slapped his hips against her ass, Olivia’s breasts swayed beneath her. Richard reached around and rubbed her c**t while he pounded into her. The dual sensation pushed her toward another orgasm fast. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded. “So full, your c**k is so much bigger.” She gasped. Richard groaned and f****d her harder. He pulled her hair gently, arching her back, his other hand squeezed her breast. Olivia came again, her p***y pulsing hard around his thick c**k. He pulled out and turned her around. Richard lifted her onto the couch and spread her legs wide. He pushed back inside her p***y and f****d her face to face. Olivia wrapped her legs around him, she could feel every inch sliding in and out. Richard kissed her deeply while he f****d her. His tongue matched the movement of his hips. Sweat started to coat their skin, the room grew hotter. He slowed down and ground deep, letting her feel him stretch every part of her. He pulled out again and sat on the couch. Olivia climbed onto his lap without being told, she sank down onto his c**k, taking every inch. The new position made him feel even deeper. She rode him slowly at first, then faster. Richard gripped her ass and helped her move, his mouth sucked on her n*****s as she bounced. Olivia’s moans grew louder. She didn’t care who might hear anymore, the pleasure was too intense. Richard rubbed her c**t with his thumb while she rode him. She came a third time, shaking on his c**k. He lifted her off and laid her on her back. Richard climbed between her legs and drove back inside. He f****d her with long, hard strokes, his body pressed her into the cushions. Olivia dug her nails into his back. “I’m going to c*m inside you,” he told her. Olivia nodded quickly. Richard thrust deep and groaned. Hot c*m flooded her p***y, he kept pumping through his orgasm, filling her completely. When he finally pulled out, thick white c*m leaked from her swollen hole and ran down to her ass. They stayed on the couch breathing hard. Richard ran his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and stroking her thighs. Olivia felt dazed, her p***y throbbed with satisfaction and slight soreness. She knew she should feel guilty, but the ache between her legs felt too good. Richard kissed her again, slower this time. His fingers dipped between her legs and rubbed his c*m into her c**t, making her whimper at the sensitive touch. “This is just the beginning, sweetheart, tomorrow you marry my son, but tonight you belong to me.” he said against her lips. Olivia closed her eyes, her body still buzzed with pleasure. More c*m leaked out of her as Richard’s fingers kept teasing her. The night was far from over, and she no longer wanted to leave the room.