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Her Beautiful Wedding Dress Destroyed by Her Boyfriend’s Powerful Son

Man of the House — Part 9

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Constance sat at her dressing table in her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest as she adjusted the delicate lace veil framing her face. The feel of the delicate silk against her skin made her feel sexy, but also warm. Like a suit of armor against her guilt.

In less than three weeks, she would be Mrs. Todd Williams.

Constance had convinced Todd to expedite the date of their wedding, desperate to avoid any more problems with Richie. Richie, for his part, had kept his distance, spending most of his time with Jenny. Despite his whispered promises, he hadn’t come to claim her for his twisted version of “family”. No matter how jealous she might be of her daughter, she was glad that Richie had not pushed his advantage over her. She sighed, looking at the reflection of the bride in the mirror.

She might still get the life she wanted.

“Look at you, all dressed in white,” came a deep voice from behind her. Constance’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to see Richie leaning against the door frame, smirking devilishly. Her pulse quickened, her body betraying her as she took in his dark, disheveled hair and those smoldering eyes. “Such a pure little bride you’re going to be.”

“Get out!” She stood up, her legs shaking. “What are you doing?”

“What?” he taunted, stepping closer, invading her space. “I’m not your husband. It’s not bad luck for me to see the dress before the wedding.”

“Stop it, Richie,” she pleaded, attempting to shove him away, but her resistance only excited him. “Your father is downstairs!”

“Don’t worry about him,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her earlobe. “Jenny’s taking good care of him.”

“What does that even mean?” She said, her heart pounding in her chest. “What is Jenny doing?”

“Nothing” Richie chuckled, tracing a finger down her exposed collarbone, making her shiver. “She’s just distracting him while I congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials.”

Before Constance could gather her thoughts, Richie’s lips were on hers, his body pressing against hers. She gasped in surprise before melting into him. His kiss was intoxicating, and all the doubts that had been clouding her were quickly fading away.

The heat of his embrace seeped through her clothing, and the tantalizing trail of his fingertips stirred a deep longing within her. She felt firm, demanding hands caressing her body and thrillingly tugging at the fabric of her dress. An ache to give in to the pleasure coursed through her veins as Richie’s seductive lips brushed lightly against her neck.

Suddenly, she remembered Todd and with a strength she hadn’t known she possessed, pulled away from Richie’s embrace. “Richie, no…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she teetered on the edge of surrendering to temptation. Memories of their time together crashed over her like a wave, calling out to her even as reason screamed for her to stay true to Todd. His gentle kindness and steadfast security competing against Richie’s passionate intensity that promised danger but also excitement. In that moment, she could feel herself being torn between two futures.

“Jenny is a lovely girl,” Richie said, confusing Constance with his words. “She makes me happy.”

“I’m glad,” Constance said. “I hope you’ll be happy with her.”

Richie turned Constance around and slid warm up her arms to her shoulders. He looked at her through the mirror, his smirking lips next to her ear.

“Jealous?”

“What? No!” Constance scoffed, realizing too late that her reaction told Richie the truth. She was jealous.

“I see,” Richie said. “So, you think my father will make you happy?”

Constance took a deep breath to steady her raging heart.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” She raised her chin and glared at Richie through the mirror. “It’s the best thing for everyone.”

“Really?”

Richie ran his hands down her body, settling his hot fingers in her hips. She could feel his touch burning through the thin armor of silk and lace.

“Such a beautiful gown,” Richie murmured, his fingers playing at the hem of Constance’s wedding dress. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with the forbidden desire that crackled between them. As he slowly lifted the delicate fabric, exposing her trembling thighs, she felt herself drowning in a sea of guilt and lust.

“Please… don’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clutched at Richie’s hands, trying to hold on to whatever semblance of control she had left.

“Shh.” He pressed her up against the dressing table. “You know you want this.”

As Richie knelt behind her, the warm breath from his parted lips ghosted over her dampening folds, sending shivers up her spine. Despite the mounting tension, she couldn’t help but be drawn into the storm of sensations that threatened to consume her whole.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned as his tongue began its sinful dance, teasing her clit with expert precision, then slowly following the cleft between her buttocks up to the pink bud of her asshole. Constance moaned, shutting her eyes to avoid seeing her face in the mirror. Richie’s hands gripped her hips with an iron hold, anchoring her to the present moment, even as her thoughts threatened to spiral out of control. “You taste as good as your daughter.”

“Richie…” Constance whimpered with shame. She reached back to push him away, but found her fingers tangled in his dark hair, guiding him deeper, harder, faster. The pressure of his grunts vibrated against her swollen cunt and sensitive anus, adding another layer of pleasure to her already overwhelmed senses.

As the pressure built within her, threatening to explode, she couldn’t help but think of Todd. Her mind conjured up the image of him proposing to her, his face glowing with love and excitement as he contemplated his future with his new bride. Her heart ached with guilt and shame, but the fire burning between her legs refused to be extinguished by anything other than Richie’s devilish touch.

“Please… I can’t…” Her breathing grew ragged, her voice choked with the weight of her conflicting emotions. But Richie’s relentless pace only increased, driving her closer and closer to the brink.

“Let go, Constance,” he growled against her throbbing center. “Give in to me.”

With a final, desperate cry, she surrendered to the maelstrom of sensation, her body shuddering violently as a powerful orgasm tore through her. She screamed, no longer caring if anyone could hear her, the very foundations of her world crumbling beneath her feet.

“Richie,” she gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “What am I doing?”

Richie rose to his feet. His powerful hands gripped her wedding dress at the shoulders, his fingers digging into the delicate white silk. With a swift, brutal motion, he tore the fabric down over her breasts, exposing the bride’s quivering, pale globes.

“Richie! Oh God!” Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

“Look at yourself,” Richie commanded. He gripped a handful of her long dark hair and forced her gaze to meet her own reflection in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.”

Constance hesitated, her mind racing with the enormity of her betrayal. But the intoxicating scent of Richie’s musk, the heat of his body pressed against her back, and the raw hunger in his eyes overwhelmed her senses. She couldn’t resist him, not anymore.

“I want you,” she whispered hoarsely, her green eyes darkening with desire. “I need you, Richie. I… I love you.”

“Then show me,” Richie growled. He swabbed her dripping pussy lips with the head of his cock, teasing her swollen clit. Constance moaned and reached underneath her with her right hand, but Richie stopped her.

“Show me the fucking ring!” He ordered. Constance moaned, shame welling up inside of her like a poison-filled balloon. When, when would it give way? When would she be able to enjoy this without the feelings of guilt and humiliation that came with it?

There was only one way that she knew to get the pleasure she needed. She nodded and reached back with her left hand, waggling the fingers so the diamond sparkled in the dim light. Richie smirked at her through the mirror.

“What a slutty little bride you make, baby,” he murmured. “I wonder what Dad would think if he could see you now?”

“Oh, God, Richie, please!” Constance begged. “Please, no more. Just fuck me. Just do it!”

“Use that hand,” he grunted and nodded towards her ring. “Use the hand with the ring on it to put my cock in your filthy cunt. Then, I’ll fuck you.” Constance’s heart pounded in her chest as she slipped her left hand underneath her, wrapping her fingers around Richie’s thick shaft. She felt the cold metal of the ring grazing against his velvety skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Do it,” Richie whispered, his breath hot on her neck. Constance hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the mix of emotions coursing through her veins — fear, shame, excitement. But finally, she nodded and guided him inside her. Inch by inch, Richie inserted himself into the depths of Constance’s quivering core, until he was fully embedded within her tight cunt.

“Oh God!” Constance cried out as a wave of pleasure surged through her body like an electrical current. Her pussy tightened around him as Richie started thrusting harder and faster inside of her. His balls slapped against her quivering lips with each powerful lunge forward, and soon Constance found herself rocked in a maelstrom of sensation so all-consuming that it finally drove the shame from her heart.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, setting a punishing rhythm that left no room for tenderness. Constance’s body rocked with each powerful stroke, her nails digging into the polished surface of the dressing table, leaving crescent-shaped indentations as a testament to their illicit union.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice desperate and needy. “Please, Richie, make me forget…”

“Make you forget him?” Richie taunted, his breath hot against her ear as he drove into her with renewed vigor. “You’re mine, Constance. Say it!”

“Yours!” she cried out, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as the pleasure and pain merged into one indistinguishable sensation. “I’m yours, Richie!”

She fell forward on the dressing table and gave herself over to the mounting pleasure. Richie dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips as they both strained against each other. Her lustful cries filled the room as she looked up at the lewd woman crying at her in the mirror. She closed her eyes against the lurid sight, but that didn’t stop Richie’s throbbing cock from hammering me into her core, or the burning feelings of lust from tearing through her tender flesh.

“Richie… I can’t…” she gasped, her vision blurring as the intensity threatened to overwhelm her.

“Give it to me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Let go, and give it to me!”

Unable to resist the raw power of his words, Constance surrendered to the tidal wave of ecstasy that swept her away. Her entire body convulsed as her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her spent and breathless, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

“Good girl,” Richie whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her damp skin as he continued to move inside her. “Now you know where you truly belong.”

Their frenzied coupling continued, the air thick with lust and the scent of their mingled sweat. Constance’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. Yet Richie showed no signs of stopping, relentlessly driving into her with a primal hunger.

“Look at us,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. As her wide green eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror, she couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of them — her torn wedding dress, her flushed cheeks, and the feral gleam in Richie’s eyes as he took her from behind.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her pulse in her ears.

“Y-yes,” she stammered, her own voice betraying the truth she tried to hide. The guilt gnawed at her insides, yet the pleasure coursing through her veins was too powerful to resist.

“Tell me,” Richie demanded, his hand snaking around her waist to tease her swollen clit. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“God, I — I want you so much, Richie,” she admitted, her voice catching in her throat as the words tumbled from her lips. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“Like what?” he asked, his fingers working magic between her thighs, coaxing another wave of pleasure to build within her.

“Alive,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as she finally voiced the truth she’d been hiding. “You make me feel alive.”

“Then let me take you,” he growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. “Let me take you!”

Constance couldn’t hold back any longer. The cocktail of guilt and desire swirled within her, propelling her toward the brink of ecstasy. As Richie’s thrusts became more insistent, she could feel the pressure mounting, an irresistible force that threatened to consume her.

“Richie,” she moaned, her body tensing as the peak drew ever closer. “I’m — I’m going to — “

“Come for me, Constance,” he commanded, his voice dark and dangerous. “Show me how much you need me.”

And with a final, desperate cry, she shattered beneath him, her body wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. Her vision blurred, her senses reduced to nothing but the overwhelming intensity of the moment. Constance knew, at that moment, that she was lost, destroyed by this man who had awakened a hunger within her that could never truly be sated.

“Remember this feeling,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her damp skin. “No matter what happens, remember that you belong to me.”

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