8. Victor
EIGHT
VICTOR
I did not think I would be battling to conceal a hard-on at my daughter’s wedding. Especially not with my ex-wife seated right beside me.
But how could I not when Kayla is wearing a pink dress that clings to every one of her curves, standing on the altar looking like some fertility goddess?
I took her virginity last night. I fell asleep with her in my arms. And then I reluctantly let her go this morning to get ready for the wedding.
I guess, being the maid of honor, she has a lot to do today.
I’ve done my part as the father of the bride — walking Becca down the aisle and giving her a hug, shaking Russell’s hand. Job done. Now all I want to do is finish what I started last night with Kayla.
I might have been imagining it, but I’m pretty sure she was walking down that aisle like she was sore. I’m not surprised.
I took her virginity last night and then fucked her again. I should have been gentler with her for her first time, but after she admitted that she liked it when I came inside her, I lost all capacity for rational thought. From that point on, I was determined to put a baby inside this perfect woman.
I don’t see that obsession going away anytime soon.
The second the ceremony and photos are over, I intercept her before she can get swept up in the hustle and bustle of the reception.
“Here,” I say breathlessly, pulling Kayla into a bathroom next to a quiet corridor.
The DJ is still setting up. It’s mid-afternoon. No one will miss us for an hour or so.
“Here?” Her mouth drops open, but there’s a cute smile tugging at the edges of her lips. She wants this, too. “You can’t even wait until tonight?”
For all her protesting about the location, the second that I shut the bathroom door behind us, she responds instantly.
I bend down to kiss her, and she grinds herself against me.
She might not be sure about this location, but her body knows exactly what it wants.
She wraps a leg around me and gives me one of those delicious, strawberry-scented kisses.
“Neither can you.” I slide a hand up between her legs and find the wetness I knew would be waiting for me.
Her hand travels down to the erection that has been raging all day.
“How are you already so hard?” she gasps, stroking the outline of my cock through my pants.
“Because I’ve been thinking about this all day. Not to mention this fucking dress.” I slide my hands over the thin silk, which does little to conceal Kayla’s voluptuous curves.
“Such a little cocktease,” I murmur, turning Kayla around so that we’re both facing the mirror and pressing my erection against her ass.
She lets out a moan of pleasure. Hell yes. She’s begging to be fucked doggy-style over this bathroom sink.
I slide up the skirt, over the soft flesh of her thighs and hips, then shove her thong to the side.
“I can’t wait another second to fuck you, baby.”
She gasps as I slide a finger inside her. God, she’s so wet and ready for me already. Doesn’t mean I’m going to pass up on the opportunity to taste her, though.
The view of her pussy from behind is stunning, not to mention the pink indent of her cute little asshole.
I give her one slow lick from her clit all the way to her ass before I feast on her clit. That sensitive nub drives Kayla crazy. She starts dripping with moisture as I suck at her clit, then roll my tongue against it in fast flicks.
“Mmph! God, Victor!” She’s getting close already.
I circle her entrance with my tongue and taste her, curling my tongue to hit that rough spot inside her and watching her hips grind against my face in response. I love how responsive she is. Every touch is a new discovery.
Then I slide two fingers inside her and bring her to a leg-shaking, ass-wriggling orgasm.
I think I’m addicted to the way she gives breathless, high-pitched moans every time she cums. I don’t think Kayla knows how loud she is, and I’m not going to be the one to tell her.
After she cums, she’s shaky on her feet, but she has the bathroom counter to hold on to. I’m going to cum in my pants if I don’t fuck her right now.
“Ready, baby?”
She nods her golden hair, meeting my eyes in the mirror. Her face is flushed, but her soft brown eyes glow with arousal. I know she wants this again.
I grip her waist and push against the resistance to enter her.
Fuck, it’s almost enough to make me cum straight away.
I watch her carefully in the mirror as I stuff my cock inside her. Her mouth parts, her chest drops forward, and her eyes become unfocused as I bottom out inside her. The perfect view. In that tight pink dress, with her bent forward over the counter, her breasts are spilling out.
“That’s it,” I growl, gripping her plush asscheeks as I fuck her. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. Doing exactly what you were meant to do. Taking my cock like a good girl.”
I slap her ass and watch her skin ripple and redden with the impact, followed by a rush of moisture around my cock.
“Did you like that, baby?
“Mmph,” is all that Kayla can muster as a response. I slap her ass again and she gives another delicious moan.
God, it’s adorable, the way she loses the ability to speak when she’s close to an orgasm.
“Wait,” she gasps just as I’m getting close. For one terrifying second, I think she’s going to ask me to pull out. “Want to see you,” she gasps, her chest heaving as her orgasm starts to grip her. “When you cum inside me.”
I pull back and help Kayla up onto the counter, so that she’s seated facing me. She pulls me down for a kiss and I wrap a hand in her hair again, tasting her lips with a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
Fuck, I need to be inside her right now.
I pull her right to the edge of the counter and slam inside her. It only takes a few strokes to bring me right to the edge.
I look down at her and she smiles when she sees how close I am — every muscle in my body is straining not to cum inside her right now.
“Victor, please,” she begs. “Fill me up.”
My cock jerks inside her and she rakes her fingernails over my back, her legs bringing my hips closer and making sure I stay deep inside her.
It’s so hot, the way Kayla is totally inexperienced and yet her body knows exactly how to get pregnant.
She knows how to keep my cock inside that tight pussy, massaging it with those tiny muscles until I’m having to hold back not to explode after a few minutes.
She’s just begging to be bred.
“Such a good girl, Kayla, taking my cock all the way inside you and keeping it there. Making sure that I breed you.”
“Do it,” she gasps. “Cum for me, Victor. Want you to breed me—” she breaks off in a moan and I feel her pussy start to spasm around me.
It’s irresistible.
When she cums this time, it sends me over the edge too. The way that her pussy squeezes around me when she orgasms is like she’s trying to milk every last drop of cum from my cock.
Hot cum rushes out of my shaft, coating her slick walls, and she gives a shudder of pleasure.
The river of cum that spills out of her pussy when I pull out gives me a deep sense of satisfaction. She blinks up at me with a dazed smile.
I can’t believe that this perfect young woman is letting me breed her.
As she sits up and starts to rearrange her dress and hair, getting ready to go back to the wedding, I wish that we could stay here forever.
This no longer feels like a fun, forbidden fling.
I’m obsessed with Kayla. To the point that I don’t think the few days we have left here will be enough.
Breeding her might be a fantasy — one that’s heightened by the fact that it would create a scandal if I got caught fucking my daughter’s best friend — but increasingly, I wish that this could be real.
I don’t want to let her go.
She could already be pregnant, I remind myself. I’d support her, no matter what.
I eye her perfect figure as she leans forward to fix her make-up in the mirror.
Kayla is already curvy, with full breasts and hips, but I can’t stop imagining how she’d look with her flat stomach swelling with my baby.
It’s almost impossible to imagine her full breasts getting even larger, but I’d love to see it.
“I’d better get back to the dance floor,” she says when she sees me staring.
While I’ve been fantasizing about her, she’s fixed her hair and make-up in the mirror, but there’s a subtle glow to her skin that shows she’s been fucking.
Not to mention the pink flush covering her cleavage.
There’s only one thing I want to do right now, and it involves fucking Kayla again.
“Or…we could go back to my room.”
To my surprise, Kayla’s mouth drops open in an outraged giggle. “You’re unbelievable. You really want to have to explain to your daughter why you missed the first dance at her wedding?”
Okay. Fuck it, she has a point. We do have other things to do tonight.
Unfortunate though it may be.
“Fine, you’re right,” I huff. I’m so obsessed with Kayla that I’ve entirely forgotten the reason we’re both here. “But the second that they’re done, we’re going back to the room.”
Kayla’s mouth curves into an irresistible smile. “Deal.”
I pull her in for another kiss but she pushes me back playfully with a hand on my chest. “I’ve just redone my lipstick.” She runs a hand through my hair, laughing. “You might want to clean up a bit too, handsome. It’s all over your face.”
I choke out a laugh as I look at my reflection.
Kayla’s right, once again. My face is covered with her peachy pink lipstick, and my hair is sticking up in every direction possible.
“I’m a mess.”
“One more couldn’t hurt.”
Kayla presses a kiss to my cheek before she leaves. I turn to watch her walk away. That pink silk dress really accentuates her curves, the fabric swaying around her full hips with every step.
There’s a deep, primal satisfaction in knowing that her perfect ass has my handprint on it right now.
It’s even better watching her walk out of here, back to the dance floor with everyone else, and knowing that she’s filled with my cum.
Knowing that right now, this perfect young woman could be pregnant with my baby.