Marrying my high school bully

Lorraine

I gasped, palming my lips as I darted my gaze around the guests who stared at me expectantly.

They’d never forgive me if I gave a negative response though I didn’t have plans of doing that.

“I’m giving this one more shot, Dexter, so I’ll be your wife, but have it at the back of your mind that you just signed up for a whole new coaster ride with me.” I giggled and the guests began to chant ‘say yes’.

Since there was no ring, all he had to do was get up from his feet and hug me. I felt at peace in his embrace, just the way I used to feel years back. He had always been my savior and now he’d proved again that he would always be there for me.

“I didn’t expect today to turn out this way but I’m so glad to have you fully as my wife.” He held me tightly as I blushed. “I think I’m happier than you are.”

“Are you?” I wriggled my brows.

He loosened his hold around me. “I’m starving right now and there are only two things that can satisfy me: You and your meal.”

I tapped his chin playfully as I pushed him away. “Naughty boy.” I took a cursory glance around and discovered that the number of guests had dwindled so no one would notice our departure. “Let’s go home then. There’s nothing I’d love more than to make you feel better.”

My oestrogen level entered overdrive as I urged him on. It made me happy that he craved for my body the same way I did for him, but this night would be all about how well we flowed. My mind was filled with several ideas of where we could have a good time.

The kitchen seemed to be a good place to start.

“I’m going to have you in this dress with your panties on.” He informed me, his voice laced with lust while he sped away from the hall.

My body trembled as I held my seat belt tightly. My walls clenched uncontrollably as if I’d taken an aphrodisiac and I bit my lips to keep myself from moaning as his fingers trailed to my lap.

I was enjoying it, but I didn’t want him to drive into a pole because I was so ready to give him a taste of his own medicine. He wasn’t the only one allowed to torture me.

“Dex… You have to slow down and concentrate.” I gasped as he caressed me through my already wet thong. “Can’t this wait?” I asked through gritted teeth even though I didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He smirked, searching out the little hole in my thing and digging into my wet pool.

I flinched and subconsciously widened my thighs for him to gain unrestricted entrance into me. “Oh, Dexter…” I moaned, shutting my eyes and enjoying the way he intentionally tortured me with his skilled fingers.

“This,” He scratched my nub with his thumb, “Is for allowing that man to have a dance with you.” He added another finger into me and I groaned, bobbing my head backwards.

“I’m… Dexter.. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled darkly and the car pulled to an abrupt halt, then I opened my eyes and found out that we were already home. “I don’t think you are.” He got out of the car and walked to my side.

His temporary absence caused me to hiss as I felt like something important had been ripped away from me.

I thought he wanted to open the car door for me to go out, but he bent over and held my chin gently. “What happened in there was a mere appetiser, what is going to happen inside the house would be the main meal.” He bit his lower lip and without warning, he swept me off the chair and carried my bridal style to our room.

After I told Victoria about our marriage, I didn’t need to pretend I was his maid anymore so I moved back into his room.

“What’s your plan?” I asked when he didn’t drop me on the bed.

His eyes darkened as I leaned on the vanity table, crossing my bare leg over the other. His lustful stare caused thrills of excitement to surge through me as he took off his jacket. “I want you to pleasure yourself.”

My eyes widened but he was dead serious. “Are you sure you can watch me do that?” I asked nervously, scared that I might not be able to keep him aroused as he wanted.

“That has been one of my fantasies for the longest time. Do you want to deny me that?” He asked with a chill tone.

“It’s not even possible to deny you anything. You’ll always find a way to get what you want.” I glided my fingers from my cleavages, squeezing it hard as I moaned.

His passion-filled expression was my reward so I continued trailing my fingers along my body till I got to my waist. I tried to bring the pantie down, but he raised his hand sharply.

“I warned you not to do that.” He growled.

I set my index and my middle finger around my lower lips and began to tweak it slowly. Pleasure began to build within me as I stroked up and down, establishing a steady rhythm.

My lashes joined each other as the sparks of pleasure flew through every part of my body. “Don’t close your eyes.” He ordered. “I want you to see how I feel while you do that and also, make sure you don’t orgasm. I’m the only one permitted to make you come.”

“I-I can’t?” My voice was shaky as the sensation was getting intense, the force so strong I nearly toppled over the edge.

He ignored my question as he loosened his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. He stepped out of them and remained in his shirt and briefs. His huge rod bulged against his tight underwear, causing me to gulp.

I tweaked harder, my thumb circling my clit faster. My body shivered as I was close. “I’m about to-”

He didn’t waste any time as he stealthily moved me to the wall, my back facing him. I felt his dick glide slowly from behind as he searched for my flooded entrance.

I bit my lips hard as he thrusted in, using his hand to keep me balanced between himself and the wall, then he began to ride me with my panties shifted to the side.

His other hand moved to my perky breast which had become very sensitive to his touch. Every gentle squeeze sent sparks to my pussy, stirring up overwhelming feelings I couldn’t contain.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I squirmed under his hold but I couldn’t make a move as he thrusted harder, punishing me for trying to escape from his ministrations.

Our tempo matched as he rammed me like a bull on a chase and I loved every bit of it. Dirty words flew out of my lips as he bent me over, his rod hitting my sweet spot and I could swear that stars flew over my head.

My eyes were reeling from extreme pleasure, but I didn’t want him to stop, not when I was already getting closer to my release.

He groaned loudly with beads of sweat dropping on my bare back. His hand on my waist tightened almost painfully as drove all the way in without restraint. Each time I thought he had gotten to his limit, he showed me that he didn’t have one.

Inarticulate words kept escaping my throat as he pinched my nipple. My knees buckled with a gasp and I panted heavily as my orgasm rode through me, the aftermath sating my long time craving.

Dexter released just after me, screaming as he jerked uncontrollably until the last waves of pleasure eroded.

“That was good.” I slurred while I crawled to the bed and slumped on it.

Cleaning up should have been the next thing, but I wasn’t sure my legs could carry me to the bathroom. My eyes began to close and I allowed it, feeling a piece of clothing between my legs.

“Have a nice sleep.” He kissed my forehead and turned off the light, the faint sound of the shower running lulled me to sleep.