“I heard you’ve got a nice cock.”
“Excuse me?” She couldn’t have said what I thought she said. The loud music and other guests talking made it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away. She leaned on the chair between us.
“I said, I heard you’ve got a nice cock.” There was no mistaking her that time.
“Oh yeah?” I said laughing. “Where’d you hear that?”
“My sister,” she said with a smile and made sure I saw her eyes drop to my crotch. I could see down the front of her bridesmaid dress, and I remembered what a nice rack she has. Tight little ass, too.
“She talk about me a lot?” I asked. She practically crawled into the chair between us, and I couldn’t help feeling like a mouse under her predatory feline gaze.
“Every chance she gets.” She crossed her legs and didn’t bother with any modesty.
“What does she say?” I can feel myself getting hard, and the tuxedo pants probably weren’t doing anything to hide it, the traitors!
“Why don’t we go out onto the balcony? It’s quieter there.” Before I could even consider offering a protest, she was sauntering away from the table.
There were about a dozen people out on the balcony. I found her at the far end, leaning over the railing, looking down at the moon reflecting off the ocean. I stood next to her – close, but not touching – and took in the scenery. She turned her head to look at me, but I didn’t meet her eyes. She leaned over, bringing her lips close to my ear.
“She says you can fuck for hours.” I stiffened, but I still couldn’t look at her. I didn’t know what would happen if I’d seen her face illuminated by the silver light of the moon. “She also says you like to lick your own come off her tits.”
“She told you that?!” I was dumbstruck when I looked at her, all embarrassment gone. I’ve only ever seen one face that was more beautiful, but hers was augmented by a predatory sparkle in her eyes.
“Let’s go down to the beach,” she said. I wanted to protest – this was quickly spiraling out of control – but again she was gone before I could. I had to walk quickly to catch up. She didn’t say a word as we walked across the sand.
I grew more and more uneasy as we walked. I worried about being missed at the reception. I worried about the temptations I was feeling in the presence of this young, but dangerous woman.
Without even realizing it, we were standing at the door to the small bridal cabin.
“I think we should be getting back…” I fell silent when she pulled a key from her cleavage and unlocked the front door. Only the bride was supposed to have that key. “Where did you—“
“Shut up and get inside.” When I didn’t move, she grabbed me by the tie and dragged me in. The only light in the cabin was the moonlight spilling in through the open windows. I felt her hands on me, pulling my jacket off, yanking my tie off, and plucking the buttons from the tuxedo shirt.
“Holly, what are you doing? We can’t do this!”
“I’ve wanted you ever since my sister brought you home.” With my shirt open, she went to work on my pants. I couldn’t move. “When she started telling me about how long and thick your cock is, I knew that I had to have it.” She got the front of my slacks open and dipped her hand in. I was rock hard.
“Holly,” I protested futilely as she worked me free. “I can’t… I just got married!”
“Shut up and enjoy it, David.” The lights came on, and my jaw fell to the floor. My new wife was sitting on the bed.
“Megan–!” That was all I could get out before I felt Holly’s lips close around the head of my cock.
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