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I let out an involuntary moan, feeling like I’ll faint, but only falling further forward right into his arms.
His huge, thick hands catch me under my breasts, making me moan as I feel myself going limp. Overcome by this feeling he gives me.
Needing him to hold me.
Needing him to help me make sense of what’s happening.
“You’ll stay in that dress just a little longer,” he commands, and I feel my head nod. A nervous energy rippling across my belly all the way down to my quivering sex.
I’m revived enough now, hearing him say these things, feeling his hard body pressing into mine is the most freeing moment of my life so far.
My hands claw at his chest, his rock hard abs under his shirt, but it’s my head craning up. My eyes pleading with his to kiss me that take the last of my strength.
The last and only thing I can manage before I feel him take control completely.
“I’ll kiss you alright,” he says in a low voice, reading my mind and resting a huge thumb on my lips. His other hand moving swiftly up inside the wedding dress, cupping my drenched valley in one move.
I gasp loudly, feeling my mouth making an ‘O’ shape before I purr. Opening my legs wider for him, grateful to feel his thick fingers pressing harder where I need them the most.
“But I wanna kiss you here,” he growls. His lips curl before he lets out a groan. His eyes narrow as my hands move down as well.
Eagerly searching for the one thing I crave from him other than his fingers or lips.
That mysterious and powerful looking line at the front of his pants.
Try as I might unzip him, to free his manhood and spoil myself with it in both hands like I’ve dreamed of doing all day, I feel him yanking up the wedding dress and pulling my panties roughly to one side until I hear them tear, as he tells me how it’s gonna be.
“I’m going to suck your sweet little cunt until you come in my mouth, do you understand,” he rasps and using his powerful legs his feet push my legs even wider apart, one of his hands moving up and down the inside of my thigh as he kneels down.
I can’t resist him. He’s telling me everything and more that I’ve longed to hear from anyone. But from his sweet lips, it’s music to my ears and I feel myself shaking from head to toe already.
My knees buckling under me as a wave of uncontrollable heat ripples from my chest straight to my clit and deeper inside of me under his touch.
Falling back onto the chair in the change booth, I lift one leg as high as I can, feeling him grip it firmly by my ankle and hook it over his shoulder.
“Good,” he tells me, looking up from my sodden mound only long enough to repeat himself. “Very, very good,” he says softly.
His other hand moves my free leg further away, opening me as wide as he can as he inspects my now quivering hole.
I feel my hands clenching and balling into fists, my head tossing from side to side.
Driven close to madness by this sensation he’s giving me. Something I’ve never felt in my whole life.
His heavy hands are on me, his massive body holding mine in place, but it’s my sex that needs his attention and he knows it. We both know it.
Holding off only long enough before he can see I can’t take much more, I whimper quietly, begging him to take me into his mouth.
“Please…” I beg him. “Make me come for you… help… me… Brandon…”
Hooking both my ankles over his shoulders with a grin, he uses his hands to splay my sex even wider, covering all of me with his hot mouth in one swift movement.
His tongue drives deep inside me, his stubbled upper lip teasing my twitching clit and his chin pressing firmly into the rest of me, making me groan so loud that neither of us can hear the storm anymore.
My own storm inside is just starting to break, making the one outside seem like a light breeze by comparison.
His whole mouth against me, those huge hands working the inside of my thighs before one moves up and tears my heavy chest free from the already damaged dress is about as much as I think I can handle.
But he’s only getting started.
Although I can feel my own climax building already, Brandon takes his time. Groaning with satisfied delight as he methodically ignites every known pleasure center while introducing me to a few others I never knew existed.
His hands are huge and strong and a little rough. With the feeling of his skin running over mine, the thickness of his fingers on me as my own grip his hair, I start to buck and shudder.
