Black Wedding by Emma Luna

Thankfully the rest of the evening passes by uneventfully, but then again, when you start a party by shooting two people, things can only get better after that. I still can’t get the vision of Bree out of my head, as she holds the gun perfectly straight, not a shiver or shake, then she pulls the trigger. I was already struggling to gain control of the constant erection I’ve had since seeing her in that sexy black dress. Then add on her fire as she unapologetically showed everyone the type of leader she really is, and my dick was screwed. This erection is never going down.

All night, as we mingled, ate, talked, and danced, I was painfully aware of how much my body craved my girl. Watching her dance with Finn was the final straw. I knew there was nothing between them, and she was just being friendly with him, but horny me did not see that. Real me liked the fact my girl and my brother got on well, but horny me just saw her teasing me, and I had reached my limit for the night.

Just as the song is about to finish, I stride over and grab Bree’s arm before pulling her, slightly more aggressively than I would usually, towards the nearest door. We had gone through the servant’s entrance, which is good as there would be less room to be interrupted. Opening the second door on the left, I smile at the thought that the place hasn’t changed since I was younger.

As young boys, Evan, Finn, and I used to run riot around these halls. We loved to explore each and every room. We always found new hiding places and new spaces to explore with a house as big as ours. So I knew when I opened this door that it was one of the servant bathrooms.

Pulling Bree inside, I quickly lock the door behind us.

“What are we—” Before Bree has a chance to complete that sentence, I push her back against the door and smash my lips against hers. The kiss is rough, bruising, and rushed as I try to devour this beautiful demon.

Even though I know I am acting a bit caveman-like, taking what I want, Bree is only too happy to give, and before long, her tongue is battling with mine. Her hands make the first move as she shucks off my jacket, followed quickly by my tie. Then, one by one, she opens the buttons on my shirt, making sure our lips remain connected. Once she has my shirt off, it’s my turn to retake control.

Pulling her forward off the door, I gently manipulate her body so her back is plastered against my body. Then, reaching round to the front and slipping my arms into the loose fabric around her cleavage, I cover her breasts with my hands and gently start to knead them. As I kiss along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, I quickly turn my attention to her sensitive nipples. I alternate between squeezing them tightly and rubbing them softly, driving Bree crazy. The mixture of pleasure and pain causes her to cry out in a delicious moan as she grinds her ass back into my already strained cock.

“Do you like that, Princess? Do you like it when it hurts, or do I need to rub it and make it better?” I moan into her ear.

“Yes, please...I need more,” Bree pleads, and I am only too happy to oblige.

Taking my hands from her gorgeous tits, I reach down and pull her dress up above her hips before sliding it off her body completely. I throw the dress out of the way because it’s just a piece of fabric without my girl in it. She is what makes it look so good. But nothing compares to the sight of seeing her in nothing but the pair of black stiletto heels she is wearing. We both look at ourselves in the mirror in front of us, and I am shocked by what I see. We both look wanton, our hair dishevelled, and our lips bee-stung. We haven’t even got to the best part yet.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous. I will fuck you over this counter, and you are going to watch in the mirror. I want you to watch as I pound into your sweet little pussy, and destroy you for all other men,” I groan into her ear as I suck hard on that sweet spot on her neck. Her breathy moans of confirmation are all I need to hear.

Using my feet, I kick her legs further apart, making sure they are spread out wide. I guide Bree into the position I want her in, laying over the marble sink countertop next to the sink, her nipples pressed against the cool marble, with her ass up in the air. Not only is her ass at the perfect angle, when she arches her back, it exposes that pretty pink pussy I have come to love. I can already see it glistening from here.

I use my finger to gently stroke down her slit, confirming she is just as wet as I thought. Her moan is guttural, and her hips buck up like she is desperate for more contact. Something I am only too happy to oblige. Kneeling down slightly, I swipe my tongue over her slit, tasting her juices and swirling my tongue around her clit. Luckily I was holding onto her hips as she bucked again, her legs becoming more wobbly. I continue licking until I am sure she is nice and wet, and I use my finger to confirm. As my digit slides into her hot waiting hole, Bree’s groans ring out loud. I make sure to spread her juices all over, making sure she is nice and ready.

“You like that, Princess? Tell me what it is you want,” I ask as I continue to gently stroke my finger in and out of her tight channel and spread her juices over both her holes.

“Your cock,” she mumbles, her eyes locking onto mine in the mirror. She is biting her lip; her fists in front of her are clenched tightly as the anticipation builds.

“You want my cock? Tell me where. Use your words, Princess.”

I can tell by the despondent groan that she is not happy I am forcing her to beg. Bree knows that while I will happily let her be the queen and stand by her side out there, in the bedroom, or bathroom in this case, she knows I am the one in charge. So while she may look at me with a deathly stare or try bucking her hips in demand, we both know she only gets what she wants if I think she has earned it.

“Please...please. I need your cock. I need to feel all of you in my tight cunt. I am so wet, and it’s all for you, Liam. Please fuck me,” Bree pleads, her desire dripping off every word, and of course, I am quick to give her exactly what she wants.

Knowing she is ready enough, I quickly plunge my cock deep into her waiting pussy, ensuring that tight, wet channel takes all of me. When I am balls deep, our moans echo around the room, and I pause just for a second to give her time to adjust. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. It’s not at all because I need to take deep breaths and gain some control so I don’t blow my load the second I move my cock.

Bree, always the impatient one, starts to move her hips as she clamps down onto my cock with her pussy walls. Fuck, that is definitely not going to help with the coming too soon issue. Her pussy fits my cock like a glove, and I feel it squeeze around me just to confirm my thoughts.

The sound of my hand slapping against her sexy ass is like music to my ears, and the responding yelp has me chuckling.

“Remember, Princess. You rule out there, but I rule in here,” I growl into her ear as I stroke that delicious pink handprint on her ass.

“Fuck—” Before I give her time to finish whatever sentence was most definitely about to get her ass in more trouble, I start to move my dick in and out.

I start off by going slow to savour the moment, but I’m fighting a losing battle. Her pussy is too sweet, and my cock is already addicted. So I decided to take this hard and fast.

Holding onto her hip with one hand, I use the other to fist her hair into a ponytail, giving me a stronghold before I pull back on her hair. Doing this not only brings out the most delicious gasp as her hair twinges at her scalp, but the pain adds to her pleasure. It also means that as I pull back, she is forced to look at her beautiful, arched body. The curve I am causing in her spine pushes her tits out towards the mirror and changes the angle of her pussy. This allows me deeper and deeper access to that sweet spot.

It doesn’t take long with me pistoning deep into her before Bree begins to show signs of getting closer to that edge. The tilt of her pelvis to meet my thrusts become uncoordinated. Her breathing becomes erratic as she pants desperately for gasps of air. Her moans become inaudible, and her pussy feels like it gets wetter with each thrust. Ensuring she is sandwiched between the counter and my hips, I know that I need to keep her locked in place because as soon as she orgasms, those sexy legs that are already starting to shake will give way.

I feel her getting closer, and if I bite down on my lip any harder to stop myself from coming, there’s a good chance I might bite the damn thing off completely. Although, I am very aware that our departure will be noticed soon, if it hasn’t already, my brain really doesn’t fucking care right now. I want to try something, and she is in a perfect position; I can’t turn down such a good opportunity. So I watch as she starts that build-up, doing everything I can to help her get there, including sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck that I know will help get her there quicker. Then just as I know she is about to reach the start of her orgasm, I pull out.

You have no idea how fucking painful that was for me to do, but I have a plan.

“What the fuck, Liam?!” Bree squeals as she keeps eye contact with me through the mirror.

“You weren’t about to come just then, were you? I thought you knew you had to ask for permission first, Princess.”

Bree begins to reply, no doubt with something that is a healthy mix of sarcasm and swearing. So I decide to help her ass remain a nice pale colour, and instead of the spanking she deserves, I use my finger to gently stroke along her slit. Her resulting moan is delectable, and as I look down, it’s no wonder the head of my cock looks angry, purple, and swollen. It desperately needs to get back into Bree’s warm hole.

“Please, I will ask first. I promise. Just fuck me again…please, Liam.” Her words ring clearly as she begs me, loud and desperate. I can hear the slight shake in her voice, that desperate craving for her impending orgasm.

Quickly, I plunge my cock back into her waiting cunt, and it feels so fucking good. Her pussy is tight, wet, and warm, and it’s a fucking miracle I have lasted this long. Bree hasn’t fully come down from her peak yet, so it doesn’t take too many fast and deep strokes before I feel her getting there again. I know when I hit that illustrious special spot deep inside because Bree becomes almost frantic with need, only this time she uses her voice.

“I-I...please...Liam. I need...I need to come, please.” Her words sound like breathy pants that become more frenzied the closer she gets. Looking in the mirror, I watch as she bites her lip in between words while her hands grip tightly onto the counter.

“Not yet, Princess. You haven’t earned it yet,” I whisper into her ear, and I watch as her body lightly shudders from the feel of my breath on her skin, loving the feeling of how tightly her pussy clamps when that happens.

“No...I can’t hold it. I have to come. Please...what do I...what do I need to do?” she pleads, and I smile, pleased that my plan has worked out the way I wanted it to.

“Do you want me to give you the best orgasm you have ever had?” I whisper, and her screams of confirmation leave her lips before I have even finished the question.

Using the hand that was holding her hip, I make sure my other hand that is clutching her hair remains in place so I can watch her as I encourage her to experiment with me. I gently swipe my fingers through her slit alongside my cock, making sure to get it nice and wet. Once I am sure it is, I gently stroke my finger all the way to the back of her slit, making sure to cover her asshole in plenty of her juices. Once I know it’s covered, along with my finger, I gently press the tip of my finger against her waiting asshole, making sure to watch her face in the mirror as I do.

Her eyes fly open, and she reaches back with one hand, gripping onto my wrist, so of course, I stop. “I’ve never...I’ve never done anything there before. I don’t know….” Bree’s voice trails off as her eyes meet mine in the mirror. Her hesitancy tells me she is stopping more out of fear than anything else.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her, and I don’t have to wait long for her to reply with a yes. “Take some nice deep breaths and relax. I won’t hurt you, and if you really want me to stop, just say dodgems. That can be our safeword,” I whisper into her ear.

Bree’s face morphs into a smile before she removes her hand from my wrist, laying back over the counter and exposing her asshole to me once more. She takes some big deep breaths before addressing me through the mirror. “I’m trusting you, Liam.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, I start moving my cock again slowly as I press the tip of my finger into her puckered asshole. As soon as it passes the first tight ring and the tip slips inside, Bree lets out a long, frenzied cry as she feels her pleasure increase. After the initially hard part, the rest of my finger slides in easily. Once I have it fully impaled, I take a few seconds to allow her to adjust.

If I thought her pussy was tight before, now it is even worse, or should I say better, because it’s so much better. Given the way her pussy is having minor little spasms, as she prepares to reach that delicious edge, I know she can feel a difference too. Once I am sure Bree is okay and happy to continue, I try to coordinate my thrusts. As I pound my cock deep into her pussy, my finger does the same thing in her ass.

“Please...oh, Liam…fuck...I-I-I…I need to come. Now!” she yells frantically, her hips become uncoordinated, and her sweet cunt starts to tremble in anticipation.

Usually, I would make her properly beg me. That was more of a demand, but my cock might literally fall off if I delay any longer. I am ready to blow my load right now, but I want Bree to fall first. So, as I continue my assault on her sweet, wet hole, I add a second finger into her asshole. The feeling of being stretched by two fingers and a swollen hard cock is too much. Her body begins to push her over the edge.

“Open your eyes, Princess. I want you to watch as you fall apart with my cock in your pussy and my fingers in your ass.” As soon as I give the order, she obliges straight away. At this point, she doesn’t want to risk me taking away what she needs to come.

Our eyes lock in the mirror, and I watch as her orgasm consumes her. Her body starts to shake, her pussy quivers too, as her high-pitch groans of pleasure seem to reverberate all around us. I feel my cock getting wetter as it, along with my fingers, become trapped as her ass and pussy both clamp down hard. I hold still, letting the sensation of her climax work its way through her body, but the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock is too much. With a loud grunt, I blow my load deep in Bree’s cunt.

The deep coiled build up in my muscles seems to be replaced by the feeling of being electrocuted as I judder with the intense sensations overcoming me. I have never felt an orgasm that strong or lasted for that long. It felt like I couldn’t stop coming, and neither could Bree. She was coming down from her orgasm when mine hit. The feeling of my cock exploding deep within her was enough to push her back over the edge with a smaller orgasm. There literally is nothing better than feeling your girl falling apart on you.

As we both come down from our orgasms, our frantic panting is the only noise that can be heard. I gently pull my fingers out of Bree’s ass first before pulling my spent cock out of her pussy next. Keeping her bent over the counter, I grab the nearest towel and gently use it to clean up the mess we both made. Her pussy is so sensitive that the roughness of the towel causes her to whimper. I’m not sure if the sensation is too much or she is becoming more turned on. But I can’t think about that now because we really need to get back to the party.

We both dress again in silence, casting glances at each other to see which one will break the lull first. With a small, shy smile, Bree slides on her dress and takes the opportunity to talk while her face is covered. Clearly, she is embarrassed about whatever she is about to say and doesn’t want me to see her face. She doesn’t have to worry about that sort of thing with me. She can tell me anything. “I really enjoyed that. Do you think maybe one day, when I’m ready...maybe we could try your dick instead of your fingers,” she mumbles, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

Completely ignoring her embarrassment, I instantly reply, “Princess, are you asking me to fuck you in the ass with my big, hard cock?” I try to keep my voice as playful as possible, to hide the deep need I have not to throw myself in dick first right now.

“Not straight away. Your dick is massive. We need to build up first, like maybe with a butt plug or something. Then when I’m ready, we can try your cock,” she explains. Her embarrassment dissolves slightly when she sees how very fucking into it I am. A beautiful girl like Bree offering her ass for fucking, why the hell did she think I wouldn’t be interested?

“Fuck, yes. I’m so in, Princess. And now we have a safeword; I might bring the rope back out. I can’t wait to tie you to the bed again,” I groan as we both check our appearance in the mirror.

Whilst we may look presentable, it is painfully evident that things got hot and heavy. Bree’s hair is unruly and no longer styled the same as before. I seem to have pulled out all the clips as I used her hair to hold onto. Our lips look swollen from the abuse they took during our passionate kisses, and our cheeks are both flushed with pinkness. An obvious sign we have both been exerting ourselves, but I am past the point of caring if people know. We are at our engagement party, for fuck’s sake, we can celebrate any way we want. And what I want right now is to get this damn party over and done with so I can take my girl back to our room and make a start on stretching out her tight hole, ready to take my cock.

I notice she is staring at me, the cutest expression on her face as she bites her lip. A new flush of rouge creeps up her cheeks, and I know she is thinking naughty thoughts. I smile my knowing cocky smile at her, and her resulting eye roll makes me chuckle.

“I can’t wait until we get home. I want you to tie me up and fuck me in the ass so badly. I’m going to order some toys for us to play with as soon as we get back to the room, and then by the time we get home tomorrow, there will be lots for us to experiment with.” Her voice trembles slightly with each word. I know she is sure of what she wants. The problem is still with her apprehension over telling me what she wants, what she craves. She still gets a bit embarrassed, but she is getting much better.

I chuckle at her words, loving this new sexually adventurous Bree. “Fuck yes, let’s get back to the party for another ten minutes or so and then say our goodbyes. I have plans for you, and I really don’t want an audience,” I whisper as I pull her out of the bathroom. Her carefree chuckles ring out like bells as we subtly walk back into the party like we never left.

The rest of the night passes by in a blur. We each dance with people who ask us, but always make sure to squeeze in a few dances with each other. I use that time to whisper in her ear, telling her all the little things I plan on doing to her. It’s also a good time to steal some short passionate kisses, little promises of more to come.

After about an hour, when we are getting closer to midnight than either of us would have liked, Bree starts to yawn and moan about how much pain her feet are in with the torture devices she calls shoes. Don’t get me wrong, she looked hot as fuck when they were the only thing she was wearing in the bathroom, but they do not look fun to walk in. So, it’s not surprising that the longer the event goes on, and the more Bree is on her feet dancing, the more she moans about her feet hurting. Finally, I made the decision that it’s time to leave.

First, I need to find Finn to make sure he gets the girls to their room safely. I look around the room and find him leaning against the wall talking to Mckenna. They look like they are having an argument. Their hand movements become more animated and heated, and I don’t know whether my interruption will be welcomed or not, but I interject anyway.

“Sorry if I am interrupting. Hi, Mckenna, it’s nice to see you again. You look great,” I say with a smile.

Mckenna looks over at me, and her face instantly changes from the wrinkled, stern, angry face she was aiming at my brother, to smiling at me. “Liam, don’t worry, you weren’t interrupting anything important. I can leave.”

“No! Stay...please,” Finn shouts, but Mckenna just shakes her head.

“There is no point in us having the same fucking argument over and over again. I work for your girlfriend, and that is it. You disgust me, and while you continue to work for your father, that will not change. You are not the Finn I once knew. So, unless it is related to my employment, I need you to stay away from me. Every time you talk to me, it just hurts. You hurt me. I can’t take any more.” Her voice breaks, and tears well up in her eyes. Finn looks like she just stabbed him in the heart, his posture slumps, and he looks broken. As Mckenna walks away, he just remains still.

“Finn, go after her,” I instruct, taking hold of one of his shoulders and physically shaking him to get his attention.

“There’s no point. She made that pretty fucking clear, Lee. I don’t know what to do. I really do have strong feelings for her, but I can’t do anything about them. Not unless I leave the Family business,” he grunts, clearly feeling sorry for himself.

“Well, leave then.”

A deep, sarcastic chuckle released at my response. “And do what? Where would I go? I have no fucking money,” he cries, complaining the same way he did when I tried to get him to leave with me and the girls.

“Listen to me, Finn, because I am only going to say it this one time. If you love someone, you will do anything for them. Even if that means facing a fear and doing something you really don’t want to do. But you do it because they are worth it. So you need to decide if Mckenna is worth it. You might make an enemy out of Desmond, but you might not. You need to decide if she is worth the risk. If you think she is, then you can come to London with us. Bree will find you a job. One that doesn’t force you to whore out your dick for money that you never see. You can keep your cock in your pants and earn money that stays in your bank. We even have a few legit jobs that we can find if you really wanna go straight. There are options open to you, Finn. You just have to decide if you are going to take them. How badly do you want Mckenna? That’s the question you need to answer, and when you know the answer to that, then the question of what would you do for her will be the easiest fucking question in the world to answer.”

Finn listens to me as I talk, and I can see him casting a glance at Bree, who is standing behind me, not wanting to leave my side but also trying to give us some privacy.

“Would you do anything for Bree?” he asks, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Finn, I am in the middle of the lion’s den wearing a fucking suit. I brought my sisters back to a place I physically fought to leave. I said I would never work for one Family, that I just wanted to do the assassinations that I wanted, but now I am all in. Bree is my life now. So yeah, I would do anything for her,” I exclaim proudly, not even a hint of hesitation in my voice. I hear a sharp intake of breath from Bree as she hears me talk about all the things I would do for her. How strongly I feel for her.

“Look, Finn, you need to think about it. I am here if you need me. Bree and I are getting ready to head back to our room. Please, can you make sure both girls get home safely? And we can meet you at breakfast tomorrow,” I ask, and he nods his head. He is in deep contemplation, and I honestly have no idea what he will do.

Finn has always been terrified of our father, which is why he never comes with me when I offer to get him out. He thinks that the revenge Desmond will seek will make it not worth his freedom. But now he has a reason to fight; I just hope he chooses to get free. I hate what this family is doing to my siblings. It may be too late to save Evan, but I can still save Finn.

We say our goodbyes to all the people who matter before heading back to the room. As soon as we are far enough away from the entrance that the music can no longer be heard, Bree stops and takes off her shoes. She holds onto them and moans with satisfaction as her bare feet touch the cold marble.

Not wanting her to get her feet dirty and cold, I sweep Bree up into my arms, and she chuckles as I carry her like a bride back to our room. Once we are safely there, I lock our guns away safely, and she checks her phone. Desmond instructed us that phones were not permitted in the event, and so reluctantly, we left them here. The longer she stares at her screen with a blank expression, the more worried I get. As she puts the phone down, her face scrunches in annoyance, and a loud groan fills the room.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my mind whirling with all the possibilities. We are fighting enemies from all fronts, and I don’t think we can take another hit. I hate the idea of anyone threatening my girl, and now that we have ruled out my father, we know it has to be the Marcushio’s sending the death threats.

“It’s my Gramps. He is coming to London in a couple of days. He wants to sit down and meet with us to see if he will grant permission for our wedding. Looks like we’re getting to know you time is up, and we need to decide if we are all in or not.”

As she speaks, I don’t reply and instead, walk over to the cupboard beside my bed. I take out the box I stored there for safekeeping before stepping back and standing in front of Bree. I see Bree’s eyes follow my movements from her standing position beside the bed. I take a big deep breath to try and steady my nerves. I was waiting for the right moment to be perfect, but as with everything that Bree and I do, it is spontaneous and in the moment.

I need Bree to know how totally fucking serious this is to me, so I make sure my face shows no hint of the nerves I am feeling, and that my eyes never leave hers. I gently lower one knee to the floor and open the box as I speak. “Brianna Elouisa O’Keenan, we may not have met under the best circumstances, and our relationship may not have progressed the way it normally would, but that doesn’t matter to me. We are not normal. We are extraordinary when we are together, a force to be reckoned with. I want to stand by your side as you conquer this world, not just as your business partner but also as your husband. I know we still need to get to know each other a lot more, but we have forever to do that. What I am trying to ask is, Bree, will you spend your forever with me? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

I watch as tears fill her eyes, and she usually blinks them back. Her desperate need to remain in control of her emotions at all times, but not this time. Now she stands frozen, her tears streaming down her face freely, as she looks between me and the glistening diamond ring I am holding towards her.

Silence passes for a long time, and I don’t know whether this is a no and I should get up or not. My heart is facing so quickly I can hear the blood rushing through my ears. The hand holding the ring starts to shake, and I can’t hide the disappointment from my face. As soon as my smile switches to a frown, that seems to be the motivation she needs to speak.

“You want to marry me for real?” she asks, her voice sounding so unsure.

“I wouldn’t normally propose to a girl this soon, but we have a different set of circumstances. But yes, Bree. I want to marry you for real. Do you want to?” I ask, hopeful.

With a loud squeal that I am pretty sure sounds like a yes, she launches herself at me. Since I am on one knee, with one arm already in use holding a ring box, nothing stops the momentum. We end up crashing into a heap on the floor, but Bree just smiles as she straddles me, her lips pressing against mine in a frenzied attack.

Reluctantly I pull away, my free hand stroking the hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear so I can see all of her face. “Is that a yes?” I ask, holding the ring in front of her.

Taking hold of the ring box, her face lights up in wonder as she removes the ring from the box. Holding the ring up in front of her, she turns it around, examining it closely before placing it onto the ring finger of her left hand. As the ring slides on, she lets out the cutest little squeak. “Yes, I will marry you.”

My heart pounds in my chest, and my stomach starts to feel like it’s flipping. I know that I should be freaking out right now or regretting what I just said, but the truth is, I have no regrets. I fucking love this girl, and now I have plucked up the courage to tell her that I will marry her for real, not just for business. I just need to take that last little step and tell her how I feel. But that will have to wait because I have lots of other plans for my lips tonight. I want to devour every inch of my fiancée’s delicious body.