Digging into my wallet, I shoved several hundred dollars at him. “Go away. Give us twenty minutes.”
“I—what?” he asked.
“Abell,” Nix said, hands digging into the layers of the dress. “What the hell are you—”
“I said go,” I growled, shoving the clerk to the side. The man was flustered, but when he counted the money I'd given him, he shut up. With a pointed glance at me, he hurried out of view.
Focusing on Nix, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her back into the stall.
“Abell!” she gasped, clearly confused by my response.
Fuck. I was confused, too. It had taken all of my strength that night at the party not to keep kissing her.
Nix had tried to convince me the world wasn't as cruel as I'd experienced.
If she believed that, I wanted to let her keep that innocence. It would be better if I left her alone.
Better if I never touched her again.
But I'm a selfish man.
The curtain fell shut behind us. She stared up at me, and I could see myself—my hunger—in the reflection of her green eyes. “What's gotten into you?” she asked.
Dragging my palms down her smooth, bare shoulders, I shivered. “I can't do this.”
“Do what?”
“Resist you.” Cupping her jaw, my lips captured hers. She tasted sweeter than she had the first night we'd met, more like candy canes and less like beer. Around us, the giant frills of the dress rustled. They announced our actions; shushing us or clapping, I wasn't sure.
My focus was laser sharp, entirely on her.
Under my roaming palms, the beads of her dress felt like brail. They told me a story, led me on an adventure across the dip of her waist to the swell of her ass.
Nix whimpered, pushing her palms into my chest. “Wait,” she said. “We can't do this.”
Nuzzling her throat, I inhaled until I was disoriented. “We can. We are.”
Her voice was fading, thickening with her growing need. “You said... you said you wouldn't sleep with me.”
“No. I said I wouldn't unless you wanted me to.” My fingers found the hooks on the dress, popping them one by one. “You fucking want me to. I can smell it.”
The heat of her blush touched my cheek where it was pressed to her neck. “But I didn't even buy this dress yet, and people will hear us!”
“I'm buying it for you.” I kissed her collarbone, meeting her eyes. “And let them. I'm taking you in this dress, right here. I don't care if the whole world knows what I'm doing to you.”
I need this woman.
Part of me wanted to rationalize it. I needed her? Fine, but I really meant I needed to fuck her. That was it.
Please, let that be it.
Nix bit down on her lip, trying to quiet her gasp. Her struggle was delicious. “My mother will lose her mind if the dress I pick gets damaged, and she won't buy a second, and... and...”
“Shut up,” I chuckled darkly. Running my lips over the indent of her throat, I slid the rest of the zipper down. “Don't talk unless you're saying my name, or begging for my cock.”
Her lashes fluttered. “I don't beg.”
“You do.” Threading my fingers in her hair, I yanked her head back, causing her to groan. “You will.”
Raking my jaw down her throat, I caressed every inch of her exposed skin. Her shoulders were smooth as polished ivory, the inner part of her arm so sensitive that just blowing on it drew goosebumps.
Spinning her, I pressed her face to the wall. “Stay.”
Nix looked back at me, the one eye I could see wide with anticipation.
Dropping to my knees, I threw the heavy folds of her dress up and over her hips. She was wearing a pair of white panties, the fabric pulling tight over her ass. “Fucking hell,” I said. “What a view.”
Tracing my fingers over her thighs, I hooked the panties, tugging them deep in her flesh. She squeaked when the cloth pulled between her cheeks, then further, right between her pussy lips.
With two fingertips, I lightly outlined her swollen folds, back and forth, avoiding her clit. “The night we hooked up, you wouldn't let me eat your pussy. This time, I'm taking what I want.”
“W—wait, wait—ahh!” Nix pushed her face into the wall, muffling her sounds. She hadn't been ready for me to dive in, licking straight up her cunt and along her asshole. Yanking the soaked fabric to one side, I spread my tongue over her shiny pink lips.
She tasted fantastic, a flavor that I couldn't define. I was a rabid animal in my frenzy to reach deeper, lick further. I pulled her labia open on one side, exploring every fold.
My teeth dug into the soft meat of her ass, and when she started to shake, I gripped her hips even harder to keep her on her feet.
“You like this, don't you?” I whispered against her, the layers of the wedding dress drifting over my back. “No. Actually, you fucking love this. Did you even know how greedy your pussy was? That it needed to be adored like this?”
“People—ah! People are going to hear us!”
“I want them to hear us. I want everyone to know how good I'm fucking my future wife in here. That she belongs to me, and that I can't go more than a few minutes without craving her cunt.”
“Fuck,” she gasped, straining to push her hips back into my face.
Nudging my fingers lower, I pet her clit in quicker strokes. Nix whimpered, sweat starting to shine across her thighs. “You're close, baby doll. You're right there. Need me to push you over the edge?”
“Yes! Please, yes, just... fuck... I'm...”
“Cumming,” I chuckled, filling her pussy with two fingers—then three—as she started to buck. “Yeah, I know, and it's making my cock rock hard.” Growling, I rolled my eyes in my skull and shivered. She was gyrating all over my hand, her knees rattling.
Nix must have pushed her fist against her mouth, because her obscene cries were muffled. The noise she made when I yanked my fingers out, snapping her panties in two, wasn't.
“I can't wait anymore,” I said, throwing my belt to the floor. Standing, I shoved my zipper down, the release finally easing the pain of my compacted cock.
Nix twisted, panting as she looked back at me. It was a gorgeous sight; those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wet lips. Grabbing her hair, I forced her to arch so I could reach her eager mouth and kiss her.
This woman... why had I tried fighting against my desire for her?
She was mine.
My sanity lied in embracing that fact.
“Abell,” she moaned, rolling against me. “Never stop kissing me.”
Smiling around her lips, I hoisted my cock out of my briefs, rubbing it over the top of her ass. It pulsed with my need, smearing precum over her skin. Dipping it down, I slid the fat head over her soaked entrance.
As I started to slide in, I twirled my tongue across hers. “Ready?” I asked.
Swallowing, she tried to break the kiss. “Wait, no, we need a condom.”
Capturing her mouth roughly with mine, I pushed her to the wall, making the stall quake with the impact. “No condom,” I hissed. My cock nudged at her, sinking in a mere inch but spreading her pussy all the same. “You're marrying me, remember? I want everything that entails. Your pussy is mine, Nix Halloway.” I spread her further; she whimpered. “I'm going to brand it with my cum, it belongs to me.”
I was on a wild ride mixed from lust and obsession. Nix was everything I wanted, I ached to my very root with a primal urge to fill her with my seed. Then she'd be mine, every man in the world would know she was my wife once she was swollen with my baby.
Don't, a small voice of reason warned me. Don't get her pregnant. You can't be a father, you're terrible... this world is fucking terrible...
My logic was worn down by my frantic hunt for release.
Nix was trying to kiss me, but her brain was firing just enough to keep her standing. She ground back on me, demanding more of my cock as I fed it to her ever so lovingly. I was sweating bullets by the time my balls brushed her sweet ass.