Gina's body and hands betrayed her need, even as her muttered words of refusal continued. I brought my hand up to cup her breast, she even stopped that, mewling her arousal into my ear. "Oh Julian . . . so naughty."
"That's how you like it, baby," I chuckled, pinching her nipple through the Vera Wang dress. I was tempted to wreck the thing, but it would have messed with my plan. If Gina had shown up at the party later with a torn dress that screamed just been fucked, there would have been questions to answer, and I didn't want questions just yet. Sometimes, going for the throat didn't mean going too quickly.
Lifting my face from her neck, I looked into Gina's eyes, which were a lot like her niece's, a jet black that glittered in the lights from the windows. I cupped her face and smiled, giving her just enough of the dangerous bad guy that turned her on, while still looking like I was trustworthy enough to get into her panties. "You're a very beautiful woman, Gina. I'd like to kiss you again, if you'd let me."
There was no question really as her lips parted even before I was close to hers. She opened her mouth to my questing tongue, slipping it against me and sucking as I probed her mouth. If I'd had more time, I'd have seen what else she could suck well, she was that good. As we kissed, I pulled the zipper down on her dress, easing it off her shoulders to pool on the floor. She looked delicious, and the lingerie showed a distinct naughty side that I wondered if the rest of her family knew about. Not many quiet, reserved types had mesh bras with matching g-strings for a wedding in my experience.
Pulling her back in, our bodies ground together, and she was moaning as my cock brushed over the barely covered mound of her pussy. I turned and lifted her up, setting her ass on the edge of Johnathan's pool table. Pushing her back, I reached down to pull her panties off, and slipped them into the pocket of my tuxedo pants. With any luck, I'd have a souvenir of the wedding. Gina leaned back as I stroked my fingers around her inner thighs, slowly edging closer to her moist lips. Bringing it up to my mouth, I licked my fingers clean. "Delicious."
She bit her lip shyly, and she was practically begging me not to stop with her eyes. I slipped my fingers in deep inside, pumping them a few times until she was breathing deeply, biting her lip more.
"Okay baby, off the table, we don't want to leave a stain," I whispered, helping her off. I led her over to the window, where Johnathan kept a large leather lounge seat that would work perfectly. The leather was a blood red, dark and old, and a few droplets of sweat and sex juices wouldn't disturb it too much. The light from the reception was brighter here, and I could see more clearly the lust filled look in her eyes. She may very well be a freak, but it'd been a while for Gina, that's for sure. Either way, I was going to give her a memory regardless. "Now, turn around and watch the party."
She did as I ordered, her knees resting on the edge of the cushion, and I ran my hands over her back. She had flawless skin, soft and caramel colored, and I'm sure she still turned quite a few heads. Running my hands around, I fondled her tits through her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples until she was groaning and pushing back, her ass rubbing against the hard bulge of my cock in my pants. "Tell me what you want, Gina."
"Fuck me, please Julian. Fuck me."
"Do you want it slow and easy or do you want me to fuck you like a slut?"
My words turned her on even more, and her answering groan was almost a sob as she nodded. "Please. Make me your little slut."
I stepped back and pushed my pants to the floor, before pulling my tuxedo shirt off. I always wear a tank top undershirt, which I pulled up to give my cock room to spring free. It's one of my prides, my cock. It's big, to put it simply. Gina looked back over her shoulder when she heard my pants drop, her breath catching as she saw my cock in the half light. "Holy shit."
"Don't worry baby, you'll never feel anything better in your life," I assured her. That was my other pride, my ability to use my gift. Sure, I've had women whimper in pain, but when I want to, I'm a fucking Michelangelo with my cock. Gina wanted me to paint a masterpiece with it, so I took my time, easing inside her at just the right pace so that the inner slut inside her was satisfied that she was being used, while not actually hurting her. She was already on the edge of her first orgasm by the time I was all the way inside, and I took a moment to let her fully adjust. "Now, hold on."
I pumped Gina hard and fast at first, wanting to bring her to that first orgasm quickly. It took only about thirty seconds of my cock pistoning in and out of her before she was burying her mouth into the leather on back of the chair and crying out her first orgasm. Still, I had to give it to her, she kept pushing back until her body couldn't take any more. I slowed down, and let her recover. "More?"