Page 23 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

AVRIL

I told myself that there was more to life than muscles… that there were other important parts to relationships.

Who the fuck was I kidding?

I more than liked pretty things—I loved them. My wedding was no exception, with the crystal decor… sophisticated music…

So why had I gone so long telling myself that muscles didn’t matter? I freaking loved David’s body. I loved how hard his body was as he tensed and strained against me. I loved how his muscles were just so—aesthetically pleasing.

But maybe more than that, I loved how his ruddy cock jutted away from the rest of his body. I loved how I could see it throbbing, how a vein in it was pulsing and a dribble of precum glistened at the tip.

He was so fucking big.

My mouth dropped in shock before he even got inside of me.

Damn.

His dick was so beautiful; I wanted it painted like Renaissance artwork and to hang it in a gilded frame, just so that I could stare at it whenever I wanted.

David notched just the tip against my entrance—he was so blunt and deliciously girthy—I knew that his cock would ruin me for anyone else . I’d only ever want him for as long as I lived.

Then, finally, f.i.n.a.l.l.y… damn! David thrust into me.

Oh… fuck.

He was so thick that I could feel absolutely every ridge and vein, like my body was going to have a permanent imprint of his cock.

David groaned, then kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

He stroked my cheek, looking into my eyes. “You feel like paradise. I want to live here in this pussy.”

I couldn’t focus on his sweet nothings when he was splitting me apart in the best possible way… but not doing anything else. I widened my thighs and arched my hips to take him deeper.

“David, please move.” Sweet-talk or dirty talk was great and all, but I wanted him to rip this pussy a new one. He had already slammed into me, clearing out all the cobwebs that had built up over my dry spell. “I want you to fuck me.”

I was on the edge with his fat cock inside me, with its promise of sweet, sweet friction.

David pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and started to move. He went from still to rhythmically pounding into me hard.

I’d never been fucked like this .

Each delicious thrust was hitting a spot deep inside me that was making my toes curl. He was so deep I could feel him all the way in my stomach. It was like he was carving himself into me—through my pussy—to claim a piece of my heart.

It had never felt… so intense, so deep, so good. It was so freaking good.

Each sharp thrust was coiling the tension inside of me tighter and tighter.

I could get addicted to this, to the feeling of his hot cock moving inside of me, how his hands dug into my hips in a rough grip like he never wanted to let me go. The way he dove deep into me, over and over. David fucked me like he meant it. Like he never wanted to be parted from me again.

And his eyes… they were fixed on my body with a searing heat. He stared at my breasts, at the point where our bodies connected, watching as he dove into me.

The intensity of David’s full focus… it was like its own touch, caressing my clit. Bringing me higher.

There was something about seeing this powerful man with his gaze locked on my body, how he watched, with his lips slightly parted as he thrust roughly back into me, slamming his hips harshly against mine…

it was as if he wanted to push his way deeper than anyone ever had before… Like he wanted to get lost in me.

I had never wanted anything in my life so badly as I wanted David and the way he made me feel.

Tension coiled in my lower belly.

I was so full . David was all around me, those strong arms were holding me as his hard body pressed against me, moving inside of me.

He was glorious, and the way he was watching me… it was like he was mine .

I shrieked as I came violently—it was like an explosion lit across my lower belly, pulsing wildly and out of control. Warmth spread out from my core, rushing out in waves to every inch of my body… flooding me in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Fuuuuuuuck.

I’d never come that hard before in my entire life.

The sight of me breaking apart in pleasure clearly was enough to push David to the edge. He grunted sharply, then pulled out of me as the base of his dick swelled, filling his knot.

David pushed back into me carefully, fucking me with shallow, measured thrusts. He pressed his knot carefully against my entrance, without pushing it inside of me.

His knot was an extra pressure, pushing just right against my clit—if David hadn’t wrung three intense orgasms out of me already, that friction would have been perfect to push me straight into another one…

David groaned deeply, his cock pulsing as he came.

I felt the warmth of his cum inside my body.

A feral part of me was satisfied with it, like I was letting David claim me, letting him flood me with his essence—like in the breeding kink kind of way, without the actual breeding—because of birth control and all that.

Everything about this moment felt so right…

It should have been perfect.

If only I could stop the little voice whispering in the back of my mind…

This was nice… but he’d never be able to knot you…you’re not an omega and you never will be.

I clenched my eyes shut—not that closing my eyes would do anything to drown out those little thoughts that refused to go away. Thoughts of how this was almost perfect. If David had just been able to get that last bit of his cock in me when he came…

If only I could ignore the thoughts that this would probably feel so much better for him if I were an actual omega, and not, well, me.