Taking the Bride (Reluctant Breeding Gangbang Erotica)
Liz just got married, and now that she's been just hitched to the man of her dreams, she knows it's time to start a family, which she's been waiting to do. In preparation for their sweaty, sticky honeymoon, she's stopped taking her birth control and hasn't touched herself in days. She's all set and ready to go, but when her she hears a couple stumble in as she's changing gowns, can she bare it? More
Liz just got married, and now that she's been just hitched to the man of her dreams, she knows it's time to start a family, which she's been waiting to do. In preparation for their sweaty, sticky honeymoon, she's stopped taking her birth control and hasn't touched herself in days. She's all pent up and raring to go, barely able to resist temptation. Worse yet, she's fantasizing about used her groom and his groomsmen.
Imagine their surprise when they find her red-faced and sticky-fingered, muttering her secret, filthy gangbang secret under her breath, and imagine Liz's shock as her husband strings her up and offers her to the wolfpack, saving himself for last.
Warning: This 7,500 word story is for adults only and features one extremely horny, newlywed wife in need of a spanking, forced semen swallowing, talented facefucking, rough, taboo sharing by a groom and his groomsmen, anal fingering, domination, submission and impregnation. This one might not be for the faint of heart, but if a woman wanting nothing more than to bred is what you're into, then you'll love Liz's story.
Liz squeezed her eyelids together as hard as she could. She could hear the groomsmen shuffling in front of her, feel their hot, heated gazes as they looked between her legs and stared at her shaved lower lips. They muttered under their breath, mumbling almost incoherently at how she looked.
Her face couldn’t have burned a darker shade of red in a million years.
“You answer when spoken to, Elizabeth,” Will said. In a show of dominance he slapped her between the legs, his fingertips connecting with her clit as his other hand pulled her wrists up.
Liz went up onto tiptoe, struggling to balance in heels at the same time her body flared with pleasure and pulled inward. She stumbled, but her husband righted her, pulling her by the arms as he worked her panties against her clit.
As hard as she tried not to coo or moan or gasp, she did, a litany of exasperated, hitching breaths tumbling from between her painted lips as she fought for balance.
He repeated himself, “Do you like how that feels, Elizabeth?”
A pregnant pause filled the air as she fought to keep quiet, her eyes squeezing shut and her thighs clamped tight around her husband’s fingertips. He travelled the length of her sopping slit, pushing between her swollen, bald lips and rubbed the lace texture into her, his arm stretching her upward the entire time.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, oh God, please don’t stop.”
He didn't. Instead, he yanked her wet panties against her, raking her clit with hard, textured pressure. She cried out as her legs started to tremble underneath her, threatening to give out if she got any more excited.
“Give me a belt,” Will said. His voice barked past her, making her jump as he roared the command.
Liz opened her eyes to see Jason handing his over. He held his loose pants with one hand, the fly still undone. She recognized his friend Steve behind him, his tall, imposing mass holding out a belt as well, his bear’s claw of a fist coming up in an eager, outward thrust.
As she went down the line, the groomsmen all looked hungry, primal, as they leered at her. One after the next looked positively wolfish, watching, waiting, biding their time as their alpha broke their prey and had his fill.
And I’m the prey.
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