Claimed on my Wedding Night(9)

He reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra, burying his face in my tits like a starving man who had tasted food for the first time. He ran his tongue over each nipple in turn and sucked hard until my puss was flooding.



His need for me was deep and urgent. He needed me now and was going to take me, whatever I said. He lifted me up, seating me on the stone balcony and pushed my panties aside, slipping two fingers into my wetness. When he felt how swollen my clit was, his pupils dilated and he quickly unzipped his trousers, letting free his deliciously stiff cock.



Wordlessly, he was once again between my legs and he gripped my thighs as he teased my clit with the tip of his cock, coating himself in my juices. He ran along my soft folds – up and down over and over until he had me moaning.



“Now Daddy,” I whispered. “Give me your hard cock”



He didn’t need to be asked twice, thrusting deep inside me and began fucking me hard as I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to leave my puss. I grabbed his neck and kissed him, feeling a sense of wonder and lust for this man that I never had before.



He grabbed my ass and fucked faster and harder, slapping his body against mine until my eyes rolled back in my head and I was moaning softly. I felt like I could have fucked him forever, like I couldn’t get enough. He gripped my neck and in a moment of passion, pulled at the chain, breaking it and sending it dropping into the sea below.



“Don’t pull out Daddy,” I moaned. “Fill me with your seed.”



I grinded harder against his dick and soon pleasure flowed through me, as he groaned and pumped my puss full of his cream, each seed seeking out my fertile womb.



“Take my cum,” he groaned. “Your tight pussy feels so good”



He hugged me close to him and in that moment, I didn’t want him to ever let me go. “You belong to me,” he whispered in my ear. My body melted into his and I held him tight as I kept him inside me for as long as I could.



When I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder, my heart jumped into my mouth. Not more than five feet away, stood Eric, obviously out of it, but he had seen us, he had seen everything that had happened.



“Nothing like fatherly love eh?” he mumbled, before crashing to the ground, knocking himself out.