F*cked Hard on Her Wedding Day

Erotica

Photo by Marlon Alves

Bruce knocked hard on the door and waited.

There was a long pause. Ashley’s heart sank like a rock in the water. Her last hope that he wouldn’t show up was squashed.

“Come in, it’s open,” her voice cracked as she bade him enter.

Bruce smiled, pushing open the door to the hotel room, entering, then turning to lock it.

It was 9 am on Ashley’s wedding day, and he was there to fuck her one last time before she got married.

She dressed just as he had instructed her, in her bridal white lingerie, and she looked magnificent.

Her pert 28-year-old body was looking perfect in the white lace bra, panties, and stockings. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was perfect, and best of all, her grey eyes glistened with just the merest hint of a tear.

It was an erotic sight for her former lover, and he couldn’t wait to ram her one last time.

Bruce was a tall, powerful man with a thick beard and a body full of hair. He was a very violent man, a drug kingpin who would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who tried to cross his path.

The police wanted him, but they didn’t have enough evidence. He was too connected to the mafia.

Ashley had met him at a nightclub and fallen in love with him. He was very handsome and always very well-dressed.

That was five years ago, when she was still in college. Later, she found out Bruce was a drug dealer and a violent man.

“You look beautiful, Ashley. I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful bride.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hmm. No, I think I’d rather fuck you. Now let’s not delay. I know you’ve got a busy day ahead of you.”

Her glare was worth the comment, and he just returned it with his biggest, cheesiest grin.

“Turn around and bend over the bed. I want to get a good look at what I’m getting for the next hour.”

He got the glare again, though this time with a doe-eyed pout as she turned and did as he said. He came up close, reaching his hands out, caressing her silky smooth ass cheeks — they felt like heaven.

Bruce pulled his right hand back and slapped her ass hard. It made her give a little yelp and jump, and he enjoyed the sight of a red handprint on her ass cheek.

Bruce could see she was biting her lip, and he smiled as he reached his hand between her legs and maneuvered the thin gusset of her panties to one side, and began to probe her cunt with two fingers.

He rubbed and played for a few minutes until Ashley was wet. He then spun her around so she was facing him and shoved her down onto the top of the bed on her back.

Ashley glowered and growled at him. She didn’t understand. The more she showed her reluctance and annoyance at having to do this, the more it turned him on!

Bruce put his legs between her slightly spread legs, pushing them out so that her wet, hairless pussy was exposed to him.

He casually unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, fat cock and pointing it at her.

“Think I’ll have a go at that nice, tight pussy of yours, see what that lucky bastard’s letting himself in for. Kinda nice knowing he won’t ever have it again quite as tight as I had it!”

She wanted to feel him in her hot pussy. It was so wet and dripping, and she could not wait to be filled one last time with his monster cock.

Bruce reached his hand down to spread her legs and inserted three fingers. He felt how juicy and tight she was.

Then he shoved his cock straight into her pussy. She felt his balls smack her ass and felt his cock hit her cervix and sighed.

This is what she had been missing. She was angry, first at herself and then at Bruce for allowing her to break off their relationship.

He started to thrust in and out of her, his hands roaming over her expensive lingerie, forcing their way below the lace, fondling her boobs, and tweaking her nipples.

He kept on thrusting until he felt his cum rising to explode. At that moment, Ashley’s pussy lips gripped tight to his cock as she was about to cum too.

They both reached the climax and came at the same time with blissful moans. Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy, and they both lay in bed and rested for a few minutes.

Ashley got out of bed to shower before dressing for her wedding. Bruce’s veiny cock was throbbing and beginning to grow hard again.

“Cancel your wedding and leave with me,” he joked

Ashley ignored him as she took off the lingerie she was putting on.

He got up from the bed and held her by the hand. He stood up before her and looked into her eyes. He could see that she still loved him deeply, but his bad-boy nature would not allow their relationship to continue.

“You still love me, don’t you?” he asked

“I can see it in your eyes, Ashley. You can marry him, but I will be here.”

It was true; Ashley was still deeply in love with Bruce. But he was a very brutal man. Their marriage would never have lasted long, and her life would have been nothing but hell.

He lowered his face and kissed her gently. Ashley gave in willingly, turning into a soft lamb ready to be devoured by a wolf. Their love affair was more like Beauty and the Beast.

After a few minutes of kissing, Bruce turned her around again and bent her over so that she gripped the bed. He was now standing behind her as her ass was directly spread before his hips.

“Let me have your ass one more time before your guy gets to have all the fun,” he said as he rubbed some lube on his cock.

He shoved her forward as he pressed his slick cock head against her tight, puckered asshole. He grabbed her hair in one hand and wrenched on it, pulling it up as he entered her asshole.

When he was in, he paused to let her adjust to the strange fullness. She wiggled a bit, and he let her. She was adjusting to the new sensation and realized that it wasn’t bad. It felt good!

She had never envisioned herself as one of those women who liked things rough until she met Bruce. Yet, here she was, enjoying every minute of it.

He began to work in and out of her, slowly, so as not to stretch anything that shouldn’t be pushed to the limit until eventually, she relaxed, and the thrusting started.

She was writhing and moaning and climaxed twice before his thrusts started to become more urgent.

“Enjoying yourself, Ashley? Remember me fucking you three or four times a day. Making you so wet!” he goaded her while he continued to slam into her.

She moaned as he pressed forward at the crotch, filling her fully until he felt his balls bounce against her soft ass cheeks.

Then he pulled back slowly before lunging forward and beginning a hard-ass fucking the likes of which Ashley had experienced before.

Ashley was now squealing and groaning before him, desperate not to make too much noise since her family and friends were in the hotel rooms not very far from them.

That excited him more, and he slammed into her harder and harder, his balls slapping noisily on her ass.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled his throbbing cock from Ashley’s ass and dragged her off the bed with him and onto her knees.

He turned her around, and she kneeled before him, and she opened her mouth wide to accept his cum as she had been doing for the last five years they were dating.

“Have a good wedding, Ashley. I’m sure as Larry reaches over to kiss you, he won’t taste my cum in his bride’s mouth, will he?”

“Fuck you, you bastard!”

Bruce smirked and left, giving the blushing bride plenty of time to get ready for her great day.

As he exited her room, he phoned his driver to drive the car around to collect him at the entrance to the hotel.

As he walked through the corridors, he passed a young lady, the spitting image of Ashley, whom he had just finished thoroughly fuck.

It was her younger sister, the bridesmaid, and he was going to bang her soon.