Claiming the bride. [Mf] [reluc] [creampie]

*Today is going to be the happiest day of my life.* Or at least that’s the mantra I repeat to myself as my doe emerald eyes pass over the mirror in my dressing suite. My heart flutters in my chest, nerves twisting through my petite, hourglass frame in the last few hours before my wedding. My silky, dark red locks cascade over my shoulders in artful, loose curls that provide delicious contrast against the ivory hue of my skin. Expertly applied touches of makeup grace my heart shaped face – a dramatic swipe of eyeliner, the dusty pink shade of my lips. I’ve got time to kill in this small, softly lit dressing suite, a floor length mirror tilted and rimmed in gold in the corner of the room while a chaise lounge stretches in the opposite corner, inviting me to recline. But that doesn’t stop my nervous pacing, the click of my heels against the hardwood floor filling the room as I try to spend some of this frenzied energy.

In the face of my nerves, I try to remind myself what a catch Ben is. His six figure job, his trusting nature, but something rubs the wrong way and butterflies brew in the pit of my stomach. Perhaps the little flute of champagne that I nurse doesn’t help, and my eyes catch on the glittering stone that sits upon my left hand as I raise my glass for another sip. The lingerie that I plan to wear beneath my gown adorns my lithe curves now, a negligee of ivory lace clinging to the supple swell of my breasts and following the cinch of my waist. The fabric flows out over the apple shape of my backside, ending teasingly high on my thighs while a white little thong is securely in place beneath it.

I make the finishing touches to the pearls that drip here and there in my loose curls, and my shoulders stiffen in surprise as the door to my dressing room cracks open. I freeze in place in one corner of the room, watching as my fiance’s older brother and best man strolls into this space. Mark’s bright blue eyes sweep the room, and as he spots me a wolfish grin breaks out across his features, suiting his strong jaw well. I know I’m in trouble as something within me melts in reply to his grin, and I keep perfectly in place as he crosses the room to me. His eyes boldly dip to take in my luscious curves, blazing confidently as our gaze locks. “Gods, Nat, you look incredible.” He breathes, and I can’t resist favoring him with a small smile, even if his predator’s gait brings him awfully close.

“There’s a bit of a delay.” He casually explains, unhurried in his characteristic way as his eyes slip to the supple curve of my nearly exposed breasts and I wonder if he can see the rosy round promise of my nipples beneath the fabric. They pebble beneath his attention, a dusting of shameful color finding my cheeks. “Not a huge deal, just a sound system thing. I offered to let you know.” He finishes, his focus clearly elsewhere as one big hand moves to the bend of my waist, the warm, claiming weight of it earning a soft catch of my breath.

I already know I’m in trouble as my face tips up to him, my petite 5’4 frame coming up deliciously short and small to his muscled wall of a 6’2 frame. My heels help, but it doesn’t do a thing to ease the heat coursing within me that he’s dressed in dark grey slacks that fit his waist awfully well, his pressed white button down tucked in at the waist over what I can only guess to be a chiseled plane of abdomen. His shirt has two undone buttons, dark chest hair threatening to spill out as the fabric is drawn taut over his broad shoulders, while cropped black hair is slicked back and to the side, a certain possessive claim that I adore filling the color of his eyes. Mark and I had always.. well, been close. Flirted a little, here and there. Mostly innocent stuff, shared bits of breathy laughter and a spare touch or two, but I try to push aside the memory of this past Christmas, of how his big hands had anchored my hips in his lap while we watched a movie and I let him grind my soft thighs atop a knot of swollen flesh at his groin.

“Thanks for the heads up.” I reply, something silken in my soft voice even as I pretend to try and pull out of this conversation. But the magnetic pull of his body keeps me close, and I can’t ignore the fact that he’s never seen me in such deliciously scarce fabric. Maybe it’s the lingering bubble of champagne on my plush lips, or the fact that I’ve always wanted to let him get away with a little more, but for some reason I don’t shy away or back down as Mark whittles away at some of the space between our bodies, coming close enough that my ripe curves fit achingly well against his muscled frame. A soft, wanting sound escapes my lips, and I shoot him an uncertain glance, even if desire flares behind the green depths of my eyes.

“What kind of best man would I be if I didn’t keep you company?” He asks, his neck bending down to me and I’m not even sure when one of my hands moved forward to press palm down atop his abdomen. All I know is I can’t breathe as the husky growl of his voice drapes my shoulders, his second hand falling to the globes of my nearly bare backside, to which he helps himself, taking a palm full. A groan catches in his throat, and I’m pulled tighter against him until I can make out the swelling weight of his cock beneath his slacks.

“You should go, Mark.” I mumble half-heartedly, doing nothing to peel myself away from him and yet putting up a little show of reluctance here. We’ve made it this long without crossing the line, why spoil it on such a big day? Still, my cheeks are stained with color, the slick petals of my sex clinging to the thong that covers them.

“Oh, I think you want me to stay baby girl.” He replies, his pet name melting me from the inside out as his hand snakes further into the cleft of my bubble butt, his long fingers teasing at my sodden slit. He tsks softly upon the discovery of my juicy folds, a low chuckle sounding in his throat as I wilt against his frame. I find myself yielding to this, to him, and in one smooth, effortless movement he uses both muscled arms to spin me around in front of him, my backside nestled into his groin and my emerald eyes falling forward to find us standing in front of the mirror. I trust my weight to his strong arms, only watching in the mirror as his long, sure fingers skew my soiled thong to the side. He reveals the silken, bubblegum pink folds of my tight sex, glistening in the nectar of my arousal.

He groans into my ear, his warm breath spilling down the side of my neck as his hand at my hip tightens, anchoring me to him so tightly that I’m sure to have bruises left in the shape of his fingerprints. “Fuck, Nat.. you look so good today.” The rumble of his words begins in his chest, and I can’t take my eyes from the velvet of my sex as he explores, teasing apart my nubile lips to hone in on the rosebud of my swollen little clit. My head falls back against his chest, a wanton little sound pushing past my lips. I can’t stop my body’s natural reply, and my greedy little hips rock against his touch, my juicy cunt aching for more as my head swims.

His hand at my hip drifts, floating up only to roughly tug the top of my lingerie down, both supple globes of flesh that sit proudly atop my chest bouncing free. I tell myself that this is just another addition to our innocent little game, a little heavy petting and a few breathy invitations and we’d pull apart and drift away, only to pick this up later. That’s the way it’s always been. But as his hand finds one of my breasts, palming it’s sensitive weight and teasing my pebbled nipple with his fingertips, I realize this is already miles more intense than our usual fun. Especially as my hips rock into his groin on instinct, his fingers gliding down atop my sex to sink into me, curling to expertly find a deliciously sensitive spot. A gasp catches in my throat now, and even thought my eyelids flutter I don’t stop watching my soon to be brother in law as he paws aside bits of my lingerie to take what bits of me he wants.

“Mark-” I breathe to caution him, a whimper to his name as one hand floats to grip his forearm, not pulling it away, just holding tight.

“I like it when you say my name.” He counters, his words a husky growl as two thick fingers sink deep into the warm velvet of my cunt, my honeyed arousal dripping down his hand. A well-earned whimper tumbles past my lips, and my porcelain thighs tremble in reply, my lower back arching in a way that grinds me deliciously into his groin. His hand at my breasts grows more bold, kneading the supple bare flesh and twisting my round nipples as if they belong to him alone. I can’t control myself now, not as I come undone in his arms, but before I tumble too close to the edge he tsks in my ear and eases his fingers out of me, coaxing a whimper of protest from my lips.

“I only want you to cum with me inside of you, Natalie.” he instructs, his warm breath spilling the ivory slope of my neck. My head swims, something small within me protesting, but then I notice how his hand’s shifted to the closure of his slacks and before I know it his thick, heavy hanging cock is teasing between my thighs. “Don’t, Mark- not today.” I half-heartedly insist, my big eyes holding his in the mirror, a rosy color dusting my cheeks.

But it doesn’t stop him from reaching down and easing his arms beneath my thighs, raising me effortlessly and holding my porcelain thigh splayed, allowing me my first proper glimpse of his fat, throbbing cock and how it stands at attention for me. A groan catches in my throat as he drags his fat cockhead against my slick petals, easing himself into place to tease at my drenched little entrance. “Why not today, baby girl?” He asks, his lips brushing my ear and his eyes blazen on the mirror as well as he eases me down onto him, his thickness sinking an inch or two within me before tortuously pulling out again.

We both watch, spellbound. My eager little folds stretch taut each time he dips in, beads of juicy arousal dripping down his throbbing shaft where I ache to be. I forget the question, squirming in his arms to ease the hot vice of my sex even deeper. A groan bathes the side of my neck and sinks into me, leaving me a little reckless as I writhe in my soon to be brother in law’s arms, working my tight cunt to drink more of him in. Soon I take him to the hilt, the honey of my arousal leaving his every throbbing inch slick. He manages to find a sweet spot within my tight folds, driving me so close to the edge that I let my pleasure sounds grow dangerously loud. The sight of us strikes me, the full globes of my chest spilling out of my lingerie and bouncing with each thrust, my thighs spread wanton to show the perfect way his cock eases in and out of me while my drenched white panties are skewed helplessly to the side.

“*Mark*-” I can’t quite seem to catch my breath, my eyelids flutter and his big hands tighten, gripping me with purpose as he works into me like a piston, refusing to let up with his deep, claiming strokes. “This won’t be the last time you cum on my cock, baby girl.” He informs me, and I shamefully realize just now that I didn’t even ask him to put on a condom, plunging into my raw sex like it’s his.

Electric pleasure trickles down my thighs, and my moans float to the rafters of this little suite. It’s entirely too much that he’s inside of me right now, crossing the line we’ve been playing at for months so deftly that I know we’ll find ourselves here again. I come completely undone, color flushing my cheeks as my curves stiffen and squirm, the velvet walls of my sex clenching around him as he works me to an earth-shattering orgasm that Ben wouldn’t even recognize on me. I find myself panting my betrothed’s brother’s name pleasure trickling through my the raw nerve endings of my thighs as he keeps my wet little cunt full throughout my orgasm, stroking all my sweetest spots.

“Good girl, Nat.” He groans into my ear, and as pleasure fades my eyes flutter open to devour the sight of him pounding my pussy.

“I have to get married today, Mark.” I breathlessly argue, a shameful little whimper to my words.

“You will, baby girl. With this pussy leaking my cum.” He explains, his deep voice leaving me molten to the core and earning yet another moan as he changes his pace, both hands tightening on my thighs as he begins to truly pound me. My bubblegum pink folds grow taut, gripping his fat cock each time he pulls tortuously away, using my petals however he wants to. A groan rips from his throat, his eyes glazing over with possessive weight as he begins to erupt, filling my most intimate folds with hot, thick ropes of him. I can see his cock throb in the mirror, buried to the hilt within my folds as he just continues spraying himself into me, his hands angling my thighs to drink up each drop as I tremble, overwhelmed by this pleasure.

I’m still whimpering when his big hands carefully right the top of my lingerie, tucking in my swollen, heavy breasts. Then he’s easing me to my feet, my knees weak as he shifts to pull his still thick cock from within me, showing each heavy throbbing inch coated in my juices. He uses a carefully folded handkerchief from some small table to wipe up, smearing my pussy juice over the artfully embroidered *Natalie & Ben*. He rights his clothing and it’s all I can do to watch as he resumes his cool composure as if this room doesn’t reek of our sex. With a wolfish smile he notices my attentions still and moves to stand behind me, looking into the mirror over my shoulder.

“There you go baby girl, you’re all ready.” He says as one hand reaches down to pull my sodden thong back into place, a pathetic little barrier for the heavy seed that’s leaking out of me. “Go put on your dress.” He instructs, patting my raw little pussy with his hand before he pulls away, leaving my cheeks stinging and every inch of me still flush with arousal as he slips away.

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