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get the buckle to come undone, it did, and she quickly unzipped his pants to let loose his cock.  She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed to be fucked, how much she’d missed having a bit of fun since she started going out with Tom.  Here, now, Marcus with his hard cock, with his tongue on her nipple, with her back against the hard wooden door -- this is what she had needed.  She let out a little moan of pleasure as delight rippled through her body.
     
    Samantha let her body succumb for a moment.  She let the blinding ecstasy envelop her as he flicked her nipple with his tongue once more.  She could feel her pussy becoming wetter, and she knew that pretty soon her panties were going to be completely soaked through.  His cock was hard as she pressed her body against his, his breath was hot on her skin as he sucked at her nipples, but she could feel his hands moving to her hips, guiding her down, and so she knelt, taking his cock in her mouth, letting his tongue leave her nipples.
     
    He was large and hot in her mouth, and for a moment she wasn’t sure she could take him, but he was hard in her mouth and she moaned a little as she began to move her tongue over his erection, this time taking on the role of tease as she worked at him, flicking her tongue in just the right places.  She could feel him stiffen inside her, she could feel his hands -- those large, steady hands -- in her hair, pulling and tugging at her, encouraging her on as she sucked him off. 
     
    “You’ll be in the crowd watching me get married later,” Marcus said, his voice low and controlled even as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, making him shudder involuntarily for a moment.  “You’ll be in that crowd and the Wedding March will begin to play and you’re going to be thinking of my cock, aren’t you?”  His voice was tight and still deeply controlled but she could hear the pleasure beneath that control.  It was as though he took just as much pleasure in the cheating as he did in the blow job.  “You’ll be sitting there, watching me kiss my bride, but your thoughts are going to be elsewhere, you’re going to be thinking of my cock in your mouth right here, hours before.  Or maybe you’ll be thinking of --”  he paused for a moment, letting his head fall back slightly as she sucked his cock harder.  “Or maybe you’ll be thinking of my hands on your breasts, sucking your nipples, is that what you’ll be thinking of when you’re sitting at the reception, watching us take our first dance?”  He stopped again, his breath hot and heavy, she could feel he was getting harder, getting closer to the edge as he spoke and as she sucked.  He spoke faster.  “Or what about when we kiss -- you’ll be thinking of my mouth inside you, my tongue on your wet, hot pussy, right here, right now, in this little cottage a hundred feet away from the beach where we’ll say our vows.  You’ll be congratulating us but you’ll really be thinking of me fucking you, of you sucking me off.”
     
    She did not pause to answer, instead took him deeper inside her, let him thrust down her throat as she willed her body to accept him, opening her throat.  It was dirty, what he was saying, but here she was with the groom’s cock in her mouth, her dress torn and on the floor, her nipples reddening, and her throbbing, begging pussy wetter than ever, so Samantha hardly thought his words were the most horrible naughty thing about the whole affair.  It was dirty, and she loved it.  She smiled a wicked little smile, letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin just barely enough for him to stiffen, pulling her hair harder, with more urgency. ‘Yes’ she wanted to say, ‘Yes, when I’m sitting there watching you say I do, I’m going to think of what it was like to fuck you,’ but she didn’t, instead let the words seep into her consciousness, hoping he would sense her reply as she sucked harder, taking him deep in her