I automatically looped an arm around his neck as I pressed my body against his. Our tongues ground against each other as we both desired to feel closer and more connected. His hand moved to cup my shoulders before sliding down to caress my upper arm. I moaned softly into our kiss before he began sucking on my tongue teasingly. The jolts of pleasure that flooded my body and made my core clench with desire also made my body feel weak. Therefore, I was thankful when Anthony’s hand caressed its way all the way down my arm to my wrist before he took the champagne glass that I was still holding from me. It was a small miracle that I hadn’t spilled any champagne by that time given how busy we were with each other. I heard a small clinking sound when Anthony placed my glass down on the table.
“Ahh…” I moaned before letting out a long sigh of pleasure when Anthony finally broke our kiss.
I was panting hard as I stared back at him with almost teary eyes. He was such a good kisser, not that I didn’t realize it the first time that we kissed back at the church. However, each time we kissed, it just got better and better until I was convinced that he was the best that I’ve had so far and by far. His manly hands caressed my back as his lips and tongue moved to conquer my lips.
When Anthony leaned in further and pushed me down onto the seat of the limousine, I did not resist. He made it so easy to go with the flow and I felt drugged by pleasure as my mind became hazy. All I could think of was him and the pleasure and thrill that he was making me feel. Anthony only broke our kiss to kiss deeper from another angle. I felt the softness of the seat behind my back and then the hard heat of his body was pressing down on top of mine.
“Tell me if you want me to stop…” he whispered seductively into my ear.
There was no way that I wanted him to stop.
To show him just how much I wanted him to continue, I arched my back upward before quickly reaching behind my back to unzip my wedding dress. Anthony seemed slightly surprised by my bold and inviting action but the way he smiled at me told me that he wasn’t at all displeased. It was quite a challenge given how tight and heavy the dress was not to mention the volume that the skirt took up.
“This dress is really in the way,” Anthony complained a little playfully as his hands moved to help pull the dress down my body.
“My deepest apologies for this inconvenience…” I apologized teasingly.
I gasped softly when the wedding dress slipped down to reveal my upper body to his intense gaze. Suddenly, I felt quite shy although I should have been used to being seen naked by my past lovers. The hungry look in his blue eyes made his eyes appear a few shades darker than they usually were and that brought a tremor to my core as I felt my nipples hardening beneath his stare.
“You’re very beautiful…” he complimented me softly.
“Ahh…” I moaned before closing my eyes momentarily when I felt the heat of his fingertips caressing the sensitive skin in between my breasts.
I ended up moaning even louder when the heat of his palms cupped my breasts and began caressing them. My eyes snapped open at the intense waves of pleasure that erupted in my chest and made my core tighten with need. His beautiful fingers and large palms were on my breasts, and I watched as they moved to massage my soft womanly flesh. My breasts changed shape to completely fit and fill his hands.
My pussy felt so swollen as it clenched with the desire to be stimulated and filled. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter down there and it was all because of what Anthony was doing to me. Even though this was our first time together doing this, it seemed like he was more than experienced enough to touch me how it would make me melt from the pleasure.
“Tell me what you like. Does this make you feel good?” he asked as he squeezed my breasts a little harder than before.
“Ahh…” I moaned as my body writhed beneath him because it felt so good.
“I take that as a yes. What about this? Do you like it when I play with your nipples like this?” he asked in a low seductive voice.
His fingertips moved to capture my erect twin peaks between them and began rolling my nipples around in circular motions. His touch was soft and gentle but the jolts of pleasure that invaded my body felt so merciless and overwhelming.
“Answer me. Do you like this?” he asked me again.
“Y-Yes…Ahh…” I managed to reply before I went straight back to moaning my passion.
My chest thrusted upward, shoving my breasts against his fingers and hands as my body begged him for even more of his loving attention. Antony smirked playfully at me as he twirled my nipples faster between his fingertips while applying more pressure. My body felt like it had caught fire and all I could do was moan and whimper his name.
“Ahh…Anthony…” I moaned as my head rolled from side to side on the leather seat.
“What if I pinch them for you?” he suggested before letting out a teasing chuckle.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!” I cried out when he pinched hard on my nipples simultaneously.
The look of satisfaction that graced his attractive facial features as he watched me unravel from ecstasy turned me on even more. He kept on pinching my nipples until I felt a gush of wetness spurt out from the opening in between my legs. It felt so heavenly as he made the ache in my lower abdomen become unbearable.
I wanted more and I wanted him.
“You seem to love that as well. Now, what if I lick these naughty nipples of yours?” he suggested brightly.
–To be continued…
“Anthony…Ahhh…” I called his name.Before I could protest against anything, his face was between my breasts. I felt the hot heat of his breath against my sensitive skin for a brief moment before the hot wet heat of his mouth engulfed one of my nipples and made me cry out. It felt like his heat was being transferred to my body as he flicked his tongue skillfully against my erect nipple. His hand moved to massage my other breasts to feed me even more pleasure. I felt like I was about to lose my mind completely as I ran my fingers through his blond hair. His hair felt like fine silk against my fingers but it didn’t take long for me to be clutching at his hair as my passion took over me.“Just as I thought, you love this as well. Your body is amazingly sensitive,” he commented when he released my nipple from his mouth.“Anthony…please…” I begged although I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop or to give me more.Anthony made the decision for me when his tongue lapped at my other nipple be
I thought that this was all his fault when he began sucking hard on my nipple. The pleasure that invaded my senses made me throw my head back before crying out his name. I thought that Anthony would keep on playing with my breasts, but it soon became clear that he had something else in mind for me. Without any warning, he removed his mouth from my nipple before reaching for my shoulders. Suddenly, he turned me around and I found myself facing the wall before my body was pressed up against it. “Anthony…” I whispered his name in surprise. “Let me taste you…” he whispered close behind my ear.His warm breath softly caressed my earlobe before I felt the wetness of his tongue licking me there. My entire body shuddered from the waves of pleasure that invaded my body as Anthony flicked the tip of his tongue against my earlobe. His large manly hands held my arm and my waist to hold my body in place. It tickled a little, but it felt so pleasurable. “Ahh...Ahhh…” I moaned breathlessly as he
I quickly did as I was told. I repositioned my feet so that my thighs would spread apart even further to grant his hand access to my most womanly place. The pleasurable ache in my lower abdomen intensified while my pussy clenched in anticipation of his touch. Anothony stroked the outer lips of my pussy through my soaked panties before pushing hard up against my opening.“Ahh…Anthony…” I moaned before closing my eyes in bliss.I heard a low chuckle from behind me and knew very well that he was enjoying my reactions to his playful caresses. If his teasing lasted any longer, I was sure that I would beg him to touch me there directly. Thankfully, I felt his fingers pulling the fabric covering my wet hole to the side before his fingers delved slightly into the hot wet mess between my legs.“Ahh! Yes…Ahhh!” I cried out as my hips shook when his fingers finally stroked my wet and throbbing slit. He was finally touching my pussy and it felt amazing. His fingers skillfully stroked up and dow
I hoped that he didn’t mind how loud I was being. Although I tried desperately to control myself, it seemed impossible in the face of all the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that he was making me go through. It was true that my body and mind couldn’t take anymore. With each thrust, I felt like I was ready to orgasm. My pussy twitched uncontrollably, and I could feel my climax fast approaching.He’s going to make me cum from his fingers…“Go ahead and cum, Dahlia. You can scream as loud as you want,” he whispered to me encouragingly.I always knew that Anthony was such a kindhearted man and even while he was pleasuring my body, he made sure that I experienced pleasure. He was such a generous lover who placed my needs first before his own. As if the bliss that he gave me didn’t feel like it was sufficient to him, his other hand reached in front of my waist before dipping down between my legs.“Ahh! Anthony! I’m…Ahhh…” I cried out his name.His fingers reached my swollen and sensitive
Anthony smiled at me, and I could tell that he was pleased with my cooperation. I felt so impatient as Anthony pulled the many layers of fabric down my legs. The dress was truly in the way and Diana was to blame for choosing such an elaborate dress. Then again, I couldn’t imagine my sister getting married in anything that looked any less eye-catching and elegant.I was almost completely naked save for the very thin panties that I still had on. The way Anthony’s eyes rove over my body as he took in the sight of my naked form made me so conscious of my nudity that I wanted to hide away. The heat burning in his gaze made my body feel hotter and more sensitive. Instinctively, my hands flew to cover my breasts as I turned my head to look away in embarrassment. I had no idea why I felt like that when it was far from my first time lying in bed naked under a man’s passionate gaze.“Don’t cover yourself. Let me see you, Dahlia…” he urged before letting out a small laugh.I felt the mattress of
“Let me know if it hurts too much,” Anthony told me caringly.“Please…” I pleaded sweetly because I couldn’t wait any longer.I wanted him to claim me.Please…fuck me…Anthony thrusted his hips forward and the thick head of his cock delved into my wetness. His heat filled me as my love opening struggled to accommodate the thickness of his cock. I moaned loudly at the tight feeling of the engorged head of his cock expanding my entrance. Although he had slipped just the tip of his cock into me, it already felt amazingly good as his heat filled me.“Ahh…” I moaned as I tried to spread my legs further to aid his entrance.Anthony thrusted his cock deeper into my love hole. Inch by inch his hot shaft pushed deeper into my love tunnel. I could feel his cock stretching and filling me while my pussy walls clenched hard around his hardness. My insides felt so full of him even though his entire length wasn’t yet buried in me. Anthony reared his hips back while slowly dragging his cock along my
His handsome face approached mine and then he placed his hand on my breast and fondled it playfully. I could hear his slightly harsh breathing right next to my ear before his cock penetrated into my core once again.“Are you about to cum again, Leya?” he whispered into my ear.Leya?My eyes widened as my pussy automatically clenched hard around the grith of his cock when I heard him calling me by my nickname. It had been too long since he last called me by that name. So long that I wasn’t sure just how many years ago it had been. Unlike his nickname, my nickname wasn’t given to me by my parents, and I could count the number of people who knew me and called me by my nickname on the fingers of one hand. It was something that I held dear, so hearing him call out my nickname so passionately filled me with so many vivid emotions.“Leya…” he whispered seductively into my ear when I didn’t respond to him right away.“I…I’m going to cum…Tony…” I confessed before my face contorted into a mask
My biased opinion and judgement of Anthony’s ability and stamina in bed was certainly to blame. I had assumed that just like his mild, easy-going, and warm personality that sleeping with him would feel the same way. The way my pussy ached as I tried to shift my hips on the bed told me that I couldn’t have been more wrong.My insides felt like a mess after being beaten countless times by such a thick and blunt object. I sat up in bed and pulled the blanket that covered my body to the side to find that I was completely naked. Although I couldn’t see all of myself, I was sure that Anthony had left more than a couple of love marks on my body. Not that I had anything concrete to complain about since I did enjoy myself immensely the night before.“Hmm? Anthony?” I murmured as I turned my head around.Anthony was nowhere to be seen. I had expected to wake up next to my husband on our first day as a married couple but that was not to be. A soft self-depreciating laugh left my lips as I remind
My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I approached them. The three of them were engaged in such an intense conversation that, at first, they did not recognize my presence. Diana's voice was the first that came to me. Her voice was shaky, as if she was barely holding herself together."The doctor said that there's no change in his condition. Anthony is still unresponsive, although it's been months, and this whole thing with the snipers is only making it worse..." Diana said.I came to a stop as my mind struggled to process her words. My heartbeat grew even faster in my chest, and for a moment I thought that perhaps I had misheard my own sister. What did she mean when she said that Anthony is still unresponsive?Diana already knew that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, and that meant that the man who was shot was none other than Bradon. Yet how was it possible that Anthony was the one who was unresponsive? Nothing made sense to me at that moment. It felt like I was missing a very key pie
It hurt me more than anything to realize that I couldn't blame him, even if he did that, because I was the one who betrayed him first. I left him without a word or farewell, running away from him as if he were the one who had done something wrong. Memories of our time together came back like waves. The fake honeymoon that we enjoyed together felt more real than anything, right at that moment. I remembered the way that he would laugh whenever he let his guard down on the nights when we enjoyed each other's company simply as our true selves, and the dangerous world outside and our identities didn't need to complicate things for us.There was a time when I thought that love was enough, but a small voice inside of me reminded me not to be so foolish. As time slipped by, I found myself praying that the door would just swing open and that Bradon would be standing there with his arms wide open. I wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms once again. I had to admit to myself that, with
"Where is this?" I asked without hiding my suspicion. I knew very well where the Vulkan mansion was located and also what it looked like, and the place that we had just parked in front of couldn't look more different than the mansion that I remembered."You didn't think that we would take you to our home, did you?" Mrs. Vulkan snapped before looking away with a clear look of disgust on her face."I guess your home would be the first place that Bradon would look when he finds me missing," I replied dismissively."No more chit chat," Bradon's father said as he urged me out of the car.I told myself that it did make sense that they would find a place for me to stay, but did it have to be such a shabby-looking place? The isolated low-rise building looked like it could use a round of maintenance. The room that they led me to was simple, with a single bed, a television, a desk, and absolutely no windows."How long am I supposed to stay here? I thought we made an agreement that you would h
"Why would my son want to keep you here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as his eyes seemed to search my face for the answer that he was looking for. "How am I supposed to know? Maybe he hasn't had enough of me yet..." I replied before showing them a fake yet extremely sweet smile. "Even if he isn't considered a normal member of our family, I still can't have you associating with him," he continued on as if he was lecturing me of my lack of worth. "I just told you that I'm not the one begging to stay here and with him," I replied coldly. I had hoped that by then it had become plain obvious what I wanted the two of them to do for me. With their help, I was certain that they could find a way to get me out of Bradon's mansion. Bradon wasn't around, so the next in command was Zain, whom I did not think could directly stand up against the head of the Vulkan family. At least, that was where I decided to place my bets at that point in time. "So you want to leave but he won't let you? Is that what you
I quickly followed them inside, sensing that the two of them were here looking for trouble. One glance at Zain, and I could tell that he was already informing Bradon of their unexpected arrival. It wasn't like Zain could throw out Bradon's father and stepmother, so I could understand the pitiful position that he suddenly found himself in. I straightened my back and followed them further inside, thinking to myself that I needed to hold the fort until Bradon returned. Whatever it was that they wanted, I needed to make sure to find out.The two of them sat comfortably on the sofa as if they were in their own house by the time I made it to the living room. The fact that neither of us spoke a single word as I sat down on the sofa only made the tension in the room skyrocket."I'm sure that Bradon will be back soon," I said, more to tell myself than to tell them."Why are you still here?" Mr. Vulkan asked as he turned his cold gaze in my direction.The way that he looked at me left no room f
**A few days later**"How many times do I have to tell you? You can't keep me locked up in here!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, my hands clenching into tight fists. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as anger and frustration took over.Over the past few days, I had already lost count of the number of times Bradon and I had had this argument. For some reason that I could not comprehend, my life as a prisoner inside his household had resumed. There must have been a change in Bradon that I couldn't fully understand-something that had led him to decide to keep me under house arrest. Going out was no longer an option, even if I was escorted."You may leave when I tell you that you can," Bradon replied with the same infuriatingly calm response he always gave, his tone ticking me off even more."Listen, I'm not doing this because I want to be selfish. If there's a reason why you can't let me go outside, then please just let me know, and I'll try to be understanding," I said, taking
"I'll try not to come back late," Bradon replied without any further explanations. I only managed to simply nod my head before he was already out of the living room. The look that Bradon gave me told me to hold my tongue and not ask him any questions. I knew very well that asking him anything would be useless because he most likely wouldn't give me any kind of answer. As I stared at the doorway, my mind became even more unsettled than before. Something was definitely going on and Bradon was keeping it away from me. "Probably just work..." I mumbled to myself. It wasn't unusual for Bradon not to tell me much about matters related to his work, and I never minded. A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I had officially failed once again. The worst part was that I felt very relieved at the very same time. Bradon's parting words, telling me that he would hurry back home gave me something to look forward to and that made me realize just how much I yearned to be with him. "Stop it,
I needed to leave him and as soon as possible, but I didn't know how I could achieve that. My past experiences have taught me quite directly that I couldn't truly run away from Bradon. Escaping from the mansion was unquestionably impossible. I could not run away, so that meant that I needed to get Bradon to agree to let me leave. My legs already felt weak, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and shut my eyes to escape reality. I knew that I needed to talk to Bradon about ending our fake marriage as soon as possible, although I had no idea how to bring up the topic. Something told me that it might prove to be difficult to get Bradon to agree, and there was always a risk that he might react unpredictably.However, if everything he did was simply him just acting out his role and his feelings for me didn't truly exist, then that might be the solution to all of my problems. If he felt no attachment to me, then he should have no problem letting me go just as planned. After all
The party ended early, yet it was quite eventful, at least for Bradon and myself. I felt like there was a storm raging inside of me all the while that we rode back to his mansion. It felt like there was something right at the tip of my tongue that I wanted to say, but yet I couldn't bring myself to say it. There were times when I thought that I fully understood myself and what I wanted, and yet at the very same time, I felt so confused and lost. The feelings that were struggling to take dominance inside of me did not make sense, and it made me feel as if my thoughts and my feelings were heading in the direct opposite direction of one another.Bradon's words of defiance as he confronted my father came back to me loud and clear:"Dahlia is not your daughter anymore, and neither am I one of the Vulkans. I will never let you take my wife..."I should have known that entering into this contract marriage with Bradon, while taking my sister's place, would somehow lead to blurring the line be