Page 111 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Ahh, fuck,” I say as precum falls down the head of my cock.
I bet she’s tight.
I bet she’s warm.
I bet she has the best fucking cunt, made just for me.
I squeeze my cock tighter, continuing to stroke up and down.
Everything about her makes me want to come. From her lips to her sultry mouth, to her perfect tits, to that ass. Jesus, I want to mark her with my mouth, with my cum. I want to see her coated in it.
My balls tighten from the image.
My mind set on what that would look like.
“Jesus,” I say, my stomach hollowing as my cock grows tighter, my body tensing, my orgasm at its precipice. “Fuck…fuuuuck,” I drag out just as my cock swells and I finish all over the shower floor.
I give myself a few more pumps before I push off the tile and take a few deep breaths. When I turn around, I catch Sloane standing in the bathroom, staring at me.
Her eyes drop to my cock, which is still fully hard. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips, and I swear to you, in that moment, from that little movement, my cock twitches, wanting more.
When her eyes move up my wet body, to my face, I get the privilege of seeing those cheeks fully red now. So I take that moment to say, “Never see a real man make himself come?”
She clears her throat and slowly steps away, out of view. Looks like we’re even.
“Stay there,” I tell Sloane as I get out of the car and walk around to her side. I button my suit jacket, then hold the door open for her. Her lotioned, glistening leg pokes out first, and then she stands from the car and takes my hand in hers. She looks fucking stunning.
The black sequin dress drapes over her body, molding over her curves, a waterfall of black. The dip in the neckline offers a small view of her cleavage, but not too much, and the back clings around her ass, makingher rear end look plentiful, like two handfuls, ready to be grabbed. She paired it with black high heels, her hair parted to the side and slicked back behind her ear with a clip, and a red lipstick that is making me nuts.
But the thing that is really driving me crazy, that is making me lose my goddamn mind, is the perfume she’s wearing. I don’t know what it is, but I find myself getting closer and closer to smell it. To run my nose along her neck, to bury my face in her cleavage. She has always smelled good, but this—this is something else. This is unlike anything I’ve smelled before.
“Ready?” I ask, the tension between us at an all-time high even though we both took care of business.
“Yes,” she says.
I take that moment to bring my head to her ear, where I take a deep whiff, letting my eyes roll to the back of my head. “You smell fucking incredible.”
She turns her head just enough to look at me as she whispers, “Your cock is huge.”
And that…that breaks the tension. Just like that. Four words and she has me smiling and chuckling.
“Thank you.”
Her teeth pull on her lip. “Like…massive.”
“I’ll remember that,” I tell her as she starts to head toward the door, but I stop her and turn her toward me. “First, I just…I want to acknowledge that things got tense earlier, and I didn’t handle it well. I was embarrassed about booking the wrong class and then took it out on you. I’m sorry.”
Her brow lifts. “Wow, uh, wasn’t expecting an apology,” she says in a teasing tone. “That’s really…not like us.”
“Yeah, I know, but I just want to make sure you’re okay. I promised I would treat you well, and teasing you in the dressing room, that wasn’t treating you well.”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t have minded if you kept sliding your finger across my slit.”
I press my lips together and quietly say, “You were wet.”
“I was.”
I tug on my neck and look away. “Doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have done it, and I’m sorry.”
