God, I hope no one could hear that.
Whoever is out there is still chatting on the other side of the shutters, only feet away from where the groom is having his way with the bride. My grip on the counter tightens.
Tyson pushes his face further into my pussy, kissing it as though it’s my mouth, nipping the lips, tickling my nub with the tip of his tongue until my breath gets harder and harder to catch and keep quiet.
I frown when he stands again, leaving my dripping pussy hot and unsatisfied. His zipper creeps down, and the sound seems to fill the silence of the tiny room. When the person outside pauses mid-sentence, I bite my lips.
Lord, please don’t let them find us.
Ty leans close to me, his hard-on pushing at my folds as he places a kiss behind my ear. With one stroke, he plunges deep into my pussy, at the same time he whispers, “A little taste for my cock. I’m not done with my after-wedding snack yet. I’m going to blow your fucking mind when I taste your ass. I promise, it will feel amazing.”
I push my hips back as he slams into me again. Then he pulls out and lifts my other leg so I’m on all fours up on the wide counter, my backend at face-level for him. He arranges the billowing skirts of my dress over me, leaving my ass exposed and waiting.
Tyson places a sweet kiss on each cheek as he dips his thumb into my pussy, swirling it for a moment and then moving it to that little puckered place. He rubs, sliding from one hole to the other, wetting my pussy and that most secret place. Then he breathes on that unbreached entrance as he circles my clit.
When he licks me, he runs his tongue from my bud all the way to my tight spot. My muscles clench as he slips a finger into my pussy and his tongue circles my backside hole. He pushes another finger into my slit with the first, wiggling them until I spread my knees as far as I can while remaining high enough for him to reach.
He whispers, “That’s it, love. Open to me.”
He kisses the place that so many find too forbidden to touch. His tongue pushes into my tight hole, just the tip. Tingles spread from that spot, radiating out. A glimpse of the pleasure this could bring springs to life. I tilt my ass up, though I don’t know why or what I want him to do exactly.
He pulls back and then pushes forward with his wet tongue. His fingers tantalize my clit and the inside of my folds. His hands splay over my ass, spreading my cheeks even further as his thumbs push into my entrance, pulling at it from either side, and then they plunge in.
My body relaxes as he thrusts his tongue into that tight place a bit further. It pulses with pleasure around his tongue. He kisses my little hole with loving strokes, until I writhe in his hands, pushing into his face. I clench my teeth, trying not to reveal our presence to the guests right outside.
When my hips pump out of control and my pussy throbs with heat and desire for release, Tyson slides his tongue down to my clit as his thumb slips deep inside my pulsating backside. My back arches until my ass is as high as it can go.
He suckles my bud while his thumbs, one in each opening, blast me with the pleasure of a coordinated assault. One in, the other out. And again. Over and over.
My body clenches Ty’s thumbs, pulsing as I turn and bite my shoulder to keep from crying out. The orgasm rocks me until I’m a quivering mass of nerve endings bundled together, keeping each other firing over and over. I bear down hard as continuous waves roll through me.
Finally, Tyson pulls away. His chin is wet and his smile is spread as far as my ass cheeks were a moment ago as he gave me the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
I turn and land on the counter, my legs dangling off the edge while my dress falls around me.
I swallow hard as Ty retrieves my panties from the floor. I reach for them when he straightens up, but he holds them out of reach, stepping away from me. He wipes my cream from his chin with the triangle of fabric, and then he breathes it in with a satisfied smirk on those sexy as hell lips.
He stuffs the thong into his front pocket and steps to me. I glance at the closed shutters, reminding him that there are people out there. He nods as he pulls my knees apart and moves between them, his dick still hard, bouncing out through the opening of his zipper.
The vein that runs up his cock curls into a spiral on the side. I tentatively place a finger on the blue vein, allowing it to trail along his erection to its base. Tyson slips his hands under my dress and pushes it up until my throbbing pussy is uncovered.
He drags me to the edge of the marble. I wrap him in my legs and arms as he takes his enormous hard-on in hand and guides it into my entrance, filling me and then some.
His arms slip under mine and around my back. He pulls me close, whispering, “I’m going to fuck you hard. You need to not make a sound. Otherwise, the guests will know. And I won’t stop if anyone walks through that door. I’m not stopping until you come again and fall to pieces in my arms. And even then, I’m not stopping until my cock fills you with my cum and I make you mine all over again.”