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allowing the dress to fall down and reveal her naked breasts to my eyes.
    It was my turn to gasp. They were more delicious, more succulent and seductive, than I’d even dared imagine.
    “Oh my God, Lacey,” I sighed, before falling forward and taking a nipple into my hungry mouth. I sucked on the tender bud gently at first, but then increasingly ravenously. I was so hungry for her it must have frightened her, because she let out another quiet whimper.
    I sucked the first nipple, and then the next, allowing my tongue to run over every inch of her breasts. I pulled her dress down to give me access to the entirety of her chest. Then, I leaned her back on the hay bail, and climbed over her.
    “Lacey, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” I said, looking down at her sweet face.
    It was then that she opened her eyes. Two sapphires looked up at me, sparkling in the moonlight. She made to speak and I was sure she was going to object, tell me to stop, that it was a mistake.
    But when she spoke, she just said, “When are you going to kiss me?”
    I smiled. “That’s my girl,” I said.
    I descended, our lips meeting in a crescendo of passion, our tongues forcing their way into each other’s mouths like they were searching desperately for something. We kissed intensely. We kissed ravenously. We kissed in the way that only two people who have thought about it for years can kiss. We were making up for years of lost time. Her mouth was like a well, and I dove into it again and again for the life-giving nectar it contained. We were both panting for air by the time we finished.
    “Can you believe we’re doing this?” she said. “It’s like a dream.”
    “I knew it. I knew you wanted it too,” I gasped between kisses.
    “Wanted it? Grant, if only you knew.”
    I reached up under her dress, my hands sliding over her thighs like an invading army. They didn’t stop until they reached the lace of her panties. She rose up, and I pulled them down over her knees in a single motion.
    “You’re eager,” she said, shyness in her voice.
    I began opening my belt. “Lacey, when this cock slides into you, it’s going to explode.”
    She looked up at me defiantly. “Then do it.”
    She made to take off her dress but I stopped her.
    “No,” I said. “Keep it on. If there’s one thing more arousing than fucking you, Lacey, it’s fucking you in a wedding dress.”
    She was about to say something but stopped herself. I’d never know what it was that she was about to say, because by then my body had taken over. I opened my belt and pants and pulled out the full length and girth of my manhood.
    She gasped when she saw it.
    “I know,” I said.
    “Grant, you’re massive.”
    I winked. “I know, Lacey,” I said again. “I’m a mother-fucking monster.”

Chapter 7
    Lacey
    W HAT DID HE MEAN? When he said he wanted to fuck me in a wedding dress, what did he mean by that? I felt dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. Was this really happening?
    I watched, lying on my back on the hay, as he opened the pants of his tuxedo and extracted the largest cock I ever dreamed I’d see. It was long and thick, tanned in color, with a shag of hair at the base. Big veins pulsed along its length.
    It terrified me. I had to stop him. If he put that thing inside me it would kill me. It was more like a weapon than an organ of love.
    “I’m going to wrap you around this cock, Lacey. It’s going to wear you.”
    I laughed. He had that mischievous look on his face again.
    “Grant, if you stick that limb inside me it’s going to kill me.”
    “I know it’s terrifying, sweetheart, but trust me, you can take it.”
    My heart skipped a beat when he called me sweetheart. I felt as if I’d been waiting my whole life to hear him call me that. It sounded so right.
    “Take your time,” I whispered.
    He nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lacey.”
    “Talk dirty to me again,” I said, surprised that I had the boldness to say such a