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It’s like he’s put the entire weight of his body behind it. My entire butt seems to be on fire… Wait, also my back and the backs of my thighs where the pain has spread to and—
THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
I cry out, and tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. "It hurts; it bloody hurts," I yell, "you monster, you pervert, you sadistic jerk-ass."
"Now you know who you married, Flower." He massages my hurting rump, and my entire body jerks in reaction.
"Oh, god." I push my sweaty palms into the glass and groan, "Please, stop, Christian. Please, please don’t..." stop.
He slides his fingers between my legs and sticks them inside my sopping wet channel. "That’s not what your body is telling me, sweetheart." He brings his fingers up to my lips. "Suck," he orders, and I do. I clean off every last drop of my cum from his fingers, then bite down on his digit.
He laughs, "There you are, my little wildflower."
"Fuck off," I snarl. I’d stick my tongue out at him, but with my dress between us, he won’t be able to see it anyway. He pulls his hand off of my butt, and I hear the telltale jangle of his belt, then the rasp of his zipper.
Oh, hell. Oh, hell.
He squeezes my butt, and I jump. "Stop thinking so hard," he admonishes me.
"Why the hell have you put this…this dress between us?"
"So you don’t get more worried about what is to come."
"What is to come?" I stiffen. "What do you mean ‘what is to come’? What are you going to do, you—"’
He thrusts forward, and in one smooth move, impales me. I gasp. Jesus, he’s big. So big. So damn thick and so hard. His cock stretches my channel, fills me to the brim, and, "Oh, god." I groan, "Oh, my god."
"Christian," he growls, "I have a name, Flower."
He pulls out of me, then lunges forward with enough force that my entire body jolts. The hair on his thighs scrapes against my inner thighs, and a frisson of heat coils at the base of my spine.
"Fuck," he grumbles, "let me in, Flower."
"You are in, you wanker," I snap back.
"Not even half-way."
"What?" I blink. "No, no, no."
"The right response is ‘Yes, Christian.’"
He pulls out again, then brings his palm around to my play with my pussy. He pinches my clit, and I scream. He pushes into me and slips in another inch. A groan rumbles up his chest. A whine bleeds from my lips.
I push my forehead against the cool glass as he reaches down to circle the place where his dick is buried in my pussy. "Fuck, that’s hot," he grunts as he begins to drill into me. Each time he pushes into me, my entire body shudders. Each time his pelvis connects with the chafed skin of my arse, tendrils of pleasure coil in my belly. He yanks on my dress. I release it, and the dress slides down to settle around my shoulders.
He grinds his heel into my clit, even as he brings his other hand up to pinch my chin and turn it to face him. He lowers his face and presses his lips to mine, and somehow, the tenderness in his kiss is at odds with how he continues to bury himself inside of me. He slides his hand inside the bustier of my dress and pinches my nipple, and my entire body jolts.
My pussy clamps down on his dick, and a groan rumbles up his chest. He squeezes my nipple harder, and at the same time, he strums my clit, even as he tilts his hips and plunges inside of me. He hits that spot deep inside that sends tendrils of pleasure radiating out from the point of contact. The pressure at the base of my spine expands, and I cry out. He swallows the sound before he tears his lips from mine.
"Come," he growls, and I shatter. Moisture pools between my legs, and my climax washes over me. He continues to thrust inside me through the aftershocks that grip me, then with a low groan, he shoots warm gusts of cum inside me. We stay that way, his dick still inside me, his hands on me, his cheek pressed to mine.
I glance down to find people gathering in the garden below. Heaters placed at intervals warm the space. In one corner, two men I don’t recognize are gathered, talking to each other. In the opposite corner, Massimo and Sebastian hold glasses in their hands. Near them, Michael and Karma are wrapped in a kiss. Clearly, the Don and his wife are still not over their honeymoon stage.
"Christian," I murmur, "the guests are assembling below."
"Hmm." He turns his head and nips the side of my neck. I shiver.
"We need to go down and meet them."
