Nancy's Life Ch-02

Nancy's and Robert's wedding night. Nancy has to show what a good wife she is gonna be.

Thus is part 2 of my series. If you want full onctext of the story you can refer to the previous part. If you just wanna jack off, you dont need to read the first one.

The air in the bridal suite was thick with the scent of Nancy’s expensive perfume and the faint, lingering smell of champagne from the reception. She stood before the full-length mirror, a vision in white lace and silk that clung to her slender frame. The corset cinched her waist, pushing her full breasts up, creating a deep line of cleavage that the dress’s modest neckline couldn't quite hide. Her brown hair was swept up, exposing the delicate column of her neck, but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

A heavy click of the door lock echoed in the quiet room. David entered, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it onto a plush armchair. His eyes, dark and hungry, roamed over her, stripping away the lace and silk with a look that was far more intimate than touch. He looked predatory, and a thrill, sharp and potent, shot through Nancy’s body.

“Look at you,” he said. “All dressed up like a prize. But we both know what you really are, don’t we?”

Nancy turned slowly, a practiced, seductive smile playing on her lips. “Your wife,” she breathed.

“No,” he said. He grabbed her chin, his grip firm, forcing her to meet his gaze. “My little slut. And it’s time I collected my present.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashed down on hers, a possessive kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He fisted his hand in her hair, ruining the perfect updo, sending pins scattering to the floor. He yanked her head back, breaking the kiss to bite down hard on the side of her neck, sucking a deep, purple hickey onto her skin. Nancy cried out in pain and pleasure.

“David, the dress…” she gasped.

He laughed, a cruel, amused sound. “Fuck the dress.” He grabbed the delicate fabric at her neckline and pulled. The sound of ripping lace filled the room as he tore the front of her wedding gown open, exposing the sheer black bra and panties she wore underneath. “That’s better. That’s the real you.”

He spun her around and shoved her face-first against the cold mirror. The shock of it made her gasp. Her palms flattened against the glass as he pressed his body against her back, his hard cock grinding against her ass through his trousers. He reached around and roughly palmed her breasts, squeezing them until she whimpered.

“You remember our first time?” he hissed in her ear, his breath hot. “How you begged me to be gentle? How I covered your mouth to shut you up? Tonight, you’re going to scream. I want the whole fucking hotel to hear who owns you.”

He unzipped his pants and his thick, heavy cock sprang free, slapping against her ass. He tore her panties from her body, the fabric giving way with a sharp snap. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs wide. She was already wet, her body betraying her, ready for him.

He guided his cock to her entrance, teasing her for a moment, rubbing the head against her slick folds. Then, with one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight cunt.

“Fuck!” Nancy screamed, her palms slipping on the mirror. He was impossibly deep, stretching her, filling her completely. He gave her no time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm from the start, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, obscene sounds. Each thrust drove her harder against the mirror, her breath fogging the glass.

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles. “You like that, you little whore? You like daddy fucking you in front of the mirror so you can watch yourself getting ruined?”

“Yes! God, yes!” she sobbed, the pleasure so intense it was almost agony. Her eyes were locked on their reflection—his powerful body dominating hers, her face contorted in ecstasy, her breasts bouncing with every violent thrust.

He grabbed her, spun her around, and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed her back against the wall, pinning her there. He impaled her on his cock again, driving up into her with even more force. The new angle hit a spot deep inside her that made her see stars.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head swim. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his. “You’re mine now. Forever. This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours!” she choked out, her vision blurring at the edges. “My pussy is yours, my ass is yours, I’m yours!”

He let go of her throat and kissed her again. He carried her away from the wall, still impaled on his cock, and threw her onto the king-sized bed. She bounced on the mattress, her legs falling open. He was on her in an instant, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up.

“Ass up, face down,” he grunted. “Time to take what’s really mine.”

He spat on her tight asshole, using his thumb to work the moisture in. Nancy tensed, a familiar thrill of fear and anticipation coursing through her. He pressed the head of his cock against her puckered entrance and pushed. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed in her ass, his balls resting against her pussy.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew they’d be bruised tomorrow. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder, reaming her ass with long, deep strokes. The room filled with her muffled screams and his guttural grunts.

He reached under her and found her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure that crested and crashed through her, making her entire body convulse. Her ass clenched around his cock, and with a loud roar, he followed her over the edge, pumping her ass full of his hot, thick cum.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed, both of them panting and slick with sweat. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.

Finally, he rolled off her. Nancy lay boneless, her body aching and used in the most satisfying way. Cum leaked from both her holes, and she could feel the tender bruises already forming on her hips, neck, and wrists.

David lay on his back, his chest heaving. He looked over at her, a slow, satisfied smirk on his face. He reached out and tangled his fingers in her messy, sweat-damp hair.

“Get over here and clean me up,” he ordered, his voice husky.

Nancy didn’t hesitate. She crawled over, her body sore but humming with contentment, and took his semi-hard, cum-covered cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked him clean, tasting their combined fluids, her submission complete.

When she was done, he pulled her up beside him, tucking her into his side. His hand possessively cupped her breast, his thumb idly stroking her nipple.

“Welcome to the rest of your life, Mrs. Mathews,” he murmured into her hair.

Nancy looked at her reflection in the darkened window across the room—a disheveled, well-fucked woman with bite marks on her neck and a blissful smile on her face. The billion-dollar alliance was secured. And as David’s hand began to wander down her stomach, she knew the night was far from over. It was going to be a very long, very dirty, and very happy marriage.