Deceived 4 - The Wedding by Eve Carter

brow, winked and pulled the cock ring as wide as he could. Finally, after stretching the rubbery material, he managed to wiggle the cock ring into place. He laid me back on the bed and pushed my legs open. My heart picked up as he slowly ran his hands down my inner thighs. His warm strong fingers massaged up and down the delicate skin. His hands were so large he could easily cover most of my flesh as he caressed; on the up stroke, he pushed his thumbs first to the outer edges of my pussy, then all the way up to my clit. It was on fire. I wanted more. I arched into his strokes but held myself back. I wanted to thrust my pelvis to meet this thumbs, but I waited.
    When he pulled his hands away to straighten up, I watched as he took his thumb and sucked it. I whimpered at the absence of his touch. I opened my eyes to see why he had stopped. He was kneeling over me with a sheepish grin. With one flick of his finger he hit the “on” switch of the little vibrator that was attached to the cock ring. My eyes widened and a tingle of anticipation shot through my body. I wiggled on the bed, my nerves on high alert. It was all I could do to keep from jumping up and shoving him in me. I waited breathlessly.
    “ Are you ready for this?” He spoke in a low voice and then he grasped the base of his cock and gave it a couple strokes for my viewing. I practically trembled with delight. I loved it when he held his cock. It looked so commanding, like he was going to drive it home. I was excited to feel the vibrations of our new sex toy. I knew what other vibrators felt like and I wondered if this one would be the same, or if it would just be an awkward lump in the way.
    Slowly, he lowered himself closer to me. First he spread my lips apart and touched the tip of his penis to my clit. It was already moist with pre-semen and he swirled it back and forth across my nub. I pulled in a sharp breath. I always reacted that way to his touch on my sensitive spot. He continued teasing with his cock and then his fingers found their way to the moistness and twirled around my clit. I groaned and grabbed a fist full of sheets. I wanted more but he knew how to build me up, he knew how to stroke me just right to make it last. He reached between my legs and slipped two fingers in me, as if preparing for the final act. He quickly flicked his two fingers inside of me, in a “come hither,” motion, stroking my G-spot, ramping me up for the big explosion. His fingers played with my clit one more time before entering me and I groaned as I felt the girth of his shaft spreading me apart. There was a cool sensation against my clit as the dancing vibrator hit. The surprise of the coolness and the vibration together jolted me even higher. I purred as I let the rhythm of the device shudder into me with a pleasant steady flow of carnal delight.
    The vibrations were working fast. My orgasm was rising out of my control. It was like being on a train and knowing it was headed for a crash. It was going where it wanted to, and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. I liked it. My eyes rolled back in my head as Patrick moved in and out of me, being careful not to push too hard against the vibrator.
    My awareness of the room faded as I lost myself in the rising orgasm. All I could hear was Patrick moaning out my name. “Fuck, oh fuck, baby.”
    I felt him rocking and pounding me. The combination of the two points of stimulation was like being on crack cocaine. Between the vibrator on my clit and Patrick’s cock inside of me I was dragged over the edge, pure sexual energy tearing through my body like a riptide in the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Patrick slammed into me one last time and his body shuddered as he came fast and hard, and he shouted out, “Oh fuck.”
    He collapsed on the bed next to me and pushed his hand through his hair, “Oh my fucking god.”
    The sound of the vibrator was still going a s he lay on his back, catching his breath. I