Before the Vows

Chapter Twelve: The Obsession

Claire was lost.

Her lips were stretched around Jaxon’s cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and filthy, while her fingers rubbed furiously between her own thighs. Spit dripped down her chin. The head of his cock glistened with wetness from her mouth and her spit-slicked hand.

She had never felt this dirty.

She had never felt this alive.

Her wedding was tomorrow.

And here she was—on her knees, worshipping another man’s cock like it was the only thing that could save her from herself.

“Take your hands off your pussy,” Jaxon said, voice rough with command. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

She whimpered around his shaft, but obeyed. Her soaked fingers slipped free from her panties and dropped to her thighs, trembling.

“Now look at me.”

She pulled off his cock with a loud, wet gasp. Strings of spit clung to her lips, connecting to his shaft in long, dripping strands.

She looked up.

Mascara smudged. Lips swollen. Eyes glazed with lust.

“Show me your tits.”

Her breath caught.

“W-What?”

“Now, Claire. Pull them out.”

His voice was low. Dangerous. Inevitable.

Her hands shook, but she obeyed. She reached behind her dress straps, tugged them down her arms, then slipped her hands beneath the neckline. Slowly—achingly slowly—she drew the front of her dress down over her chest.

Her breasts spilled out, full and round, her nipples hard and aching from the friction of fabric and the heat of her arousal.

Jaxon hissed through his teeth.

“Fuck… they’re perfect.”

His cock pulsed in her face. Her spit still dripped from it.

“Now suck,” he said. “And this time, deeper.”

Claire leaned forward again, her breasts still exposed, her body flushed and quivering.

She took him back into her mouth.

This time, she didn’t tease.

She let her lips slide down farther.

Her tongue flattened under the shaft, and she opened wider, determined to please him.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hand resting on the back of her head. “Let me feel that pretty mouth. Take more.”

She moaned around him, sucking harder. Sloppier.

Her spit pooled on the floor beneath her. She gagged once—soft, instinctive—and Jaxon’s cock twitched.

“God, Claire,” he groaned. “You’re not just cheating. You’re sucking my cock like you’ve missed it. Like you’ve wanted this for months.”

Her eyes flicked up. Teary now. Her throat was stretching.

And still—she pushed deeper.

“You were never going to make it to that wedding night,” Jaxon muttered. “You belong on your knees. With your tits out. My cock in your mouth.”

Claire gagged again.

Then again.

And didn’t stop.

Her lips hit halfway. Then farther.

Her throat began to open, her jaw aching, her eyes running. Mascara smudged into dark streaks down her cheeks.

She loved it.

She loved that she was disgusting.

That she was cheating.

That Jaxon knew she was his now.

She pulled off again, gasping, coughing a little, spit and precum covering her chin.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded frantically.

“More,” she begged. “I want more.”

“Good girl,” he growled. “Then open wide. Because next time, I’m going to fuck your throat.”

And she smiled.

Because she wanted it.

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Chapter Thirteen: The Deep

Claire had never done this before.

Not like this.

She’d gone down on Daniel, sure.

But gentle. Quiet. The kind of polite blowjob a good fiancée gives in the dark beneath the covers.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

She was kneeling on a ballroom floor, breasts bare, face streaked with tears and mascara, and her fiancé’s best friend had his cock halfway down her throat.

And he wasn’t done.

“You ready?” Jaxon murmured, one hand curling into her hair. “You’re gonna take all of it now.”

Claire nodded, gasping. Her jaw ached, her mouth soaked, her chin sticky with spit and precum. Her nipples were stiff, her panties a mess, and her pussy pulsed with aching need every time he growled something filthy in her ear.

“I love him,” she whispered suddenly, voice cracked.

“I know,” Jaxon said, tightening his grip in her hair. “You love him. But you’re gagging on my cock.”

She whimpered.

Because it was true.

“I’m cheating,” she choked out.

“You’re loving it,” he snapped.

And then—he pushed forward.

Her lips stretched. Her throat resisted—then opened. The head of his cock pushed deep, her nose buried in the base, her throat stuffed full.

She gagged.

Hard.

Jaxon moaned.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take every inch of the cock your sweet little fiancé could never dream of giving you.”

She gagged again. Drool spilled down her chin, thick ropes of spit hanging from her lips to her tits. Her hands clawed at his thighs—but not to stop him.

She wanted more.

“I bet Daniel apologizes when he cums,” Jaxon muttered, thrusting shallow into her throat. “I bet he thanks you.”

Claire’s pussy clenched.

“But you’re down here, choking on me, soaking your thighs, about to cum just from sucking. Admit it.”

She pulled off with a wet gasp, coughing, drool stringing from her chin to the base of his cock.

“I can’t stop,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to. I want your cock in my throat.”

“Then open your mouth, baby.”

And she did.

Wide. Obedient. Worshipful.

He grabbed the back of her head again and slid back in. Deep.

She moaned—moaned—around the intrusion. Her eyes were streaming. Her spit coated his shaft in glossy slickness. Each thrust brought new gags, new gasps, new heat between her legs.

Her hands slipped under her dress again.

She started rubbing.

Fast. Desperate.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” Jaxon grunted. “While I fuck your mouth. While I ruin you for your fiancé.”

She nodded with her throat full.

And he didn’t stop.

He fucked her face slowly—controlled, steady. Her mascara was destroyed. Her breasts bounced every time he bottomed out. Her gag reflex was a distant memory now. She was dripping.

She was his.

When he finally pulled out, her mouth stayed open—tongue out, lips shiny, face flushed and wet.

“Good girl,” Jaxon said, stroking her cheek with his cock. “You’re ready for the next part.”

“What part?” she whispered.

He smirked.

“Your tits.”

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Chapter Fourteen: The Slide

Claire stayed on her knees.

The floor was cold beneath her, but her skin burned. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her chest was bare and heaving, nipples hard, breasts heavy with need.

She looked up at Jaxon, cock still thick and glistening in front of her, spit and precum sliding down the shaft from the messy blowjob she’d just given.

Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around the base again.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered.

“That’s about to change,” Jaxon growled.

He stood tall in front of her, towering, eyes dark with hunger.

Claire cupped her tits—soft and full, flushed pink from arousal—and pushed them together. She could barely breathe.

“Like this?”

“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer. “Just like that. Now hold them for me.”

She did. Arms in tight, hands lifting the round mounds of flesh, squeezing them together to form a warm, wet channel.

Jaxon’s cock slid between them.

Claire gasped.

“Oh my God… you’re so thick,” she whispered.

“Feel that?” he muttered, starting a slow thrust. “That’s your fiancé’s best friend fucking your tits.”

She moaned before she could stop herself.

His cock moved back and forth between the soft curves, the shaft disappearing and reappearing with each stroke. Claire could feel it—the weight, the heat, the filthy pressure of his arousal—dragging through her cleavage, already slick from her spit and his precum.

“This feels so wrong,” she whispered.

“Because it is.”

“I love Daniel,” she said, breathless.

“And yet you’re here,” he snarled. “On your knees. Holding your tits for me while I fuck them.”

She looked up, her mascara streaking faintly down her cheeks.

“Does it feel good?” she asked. “Fucking the tits of the girl he’s going to marry tomorrow?”

Jaxon groaned and pushed forward harder.

“He wouldn’t even know what to do with these,” he muttered. “He’d probably apologize for staring.”

Claire let out a soft, broken laugh—and then leaned forward, tongue out.

She licked the tip of his cock as it slid between her breasts. Slow. Teasing. A swirl of her tongue, then a gentle suck of the head before letting it slip back through her cleavage.

“And you’re just going to let me do this?” she asked, voice low. “Let me cheat on him like this?”

“You’re already doing it,” Jaxon growled, thrusting a little harder now. “You’re stroking my cock with your perfect fucking tits.”

Claire moaned.

She moved with him, lifting and squeezing, pushing her breasts around his cock as it slid in and out, wetter and sloppier with every pass.

Spit dripped down her chest. Her nipples rubbed against her own skin. The head of his cock brushed her chin, her neck, then dipped lower again.

She sucked it briefly every time it peaked.

“You’re going to cum like this?” she asked. “Between the tits of a girl who’s supposed to be walking down the aisle tomorrow?”

“Not yet,” Jaxon said, voice dark. “Not until I’ve ruined every part of you.”

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Chapter Fifteen: The Grip

Her knees were red from the ballroom floor.

Her tits—flushed, soft, full, natural—were slick with saliva, smeared with precum, and sandwiched tight around Jaxon’s throbbing cock.

And Claire?

Claire was moaning.

One hand between her legs, the other gripping her own breasts, thighs spread wide as her fiancé’s best man fucked her cleavage with filthy authority.

“Let go,” Jaxon growled.

“What?”

“Your tits. Let me.”

Claire blinked up at him, lips parted, breath shaking. But she released her grip.

And he replaced it.

His big hands cupped the underside of her breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the plush softness, pressing them together just right—tight and high and perfect.

“So fucking soft,” he muttered. “All natural. Nothing fake on you, huh?”

“Nope,” Claire breathed, gasping as his cock slid between them again. “All me.”

“I can feel it.”

He thrust forward—harder now, faster.

Wet, slapping sounds echoed between them. The tip of his cock kept grazing her chin, her lips, leaving trails of precum she moaned to taste.

“Your tits were made for this,” Jaxon grunted, sliding through them over and over. “How has Daniel never done this?”

“He’s more… gentle,” Claire whispered, thumbing her clit now.

“He’s more boring,” Jaxon snapped.

Claire laughed, breathless.

“You’re such an asshole,” she said.

“You’re the one letting an asshole fuck your tits.”

“You’ve got your cock between your best friend’s fiancée’s tits,” she panted. “What does that say about you?”

He grabbed her tighter, driving forward.

“It says your fiancé’s a fucking idiot,” he growled. “Because if you were mine, I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.”

Claire moaned.

She was playing with herself now, fingers sliding fast and slick between her thighs. The faster he fucked her chest, the wetter she got.

“You love him?” Jaxon asked.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“And still…”

“I know…”

“Still letting me titfuck you. Still stroking your pussy.”

“Because you won’t stop,” she whispered.

“Because you don’t want me to.”

She moaned.

Loud.

“Say it,” he snapped. “Say what’s happening.”

“You’re fucking my tits,” she cried. “While I touch myself. While I cheat on Daniel. And I can’t stop.”

He pushed harder.

Her breasts bounced in his hands, slick and yielding, molding to the shape of his thrusts. The head of his cock kissed her lips again—she sucked it once, sloppy and loud, before he slid deeper between her tits again.

“You’re gonna cum?” he asked.

“Yes—yes—oh God—”

“Then don’t waste a drop.”

Claire dropped her jaw.

Eyes wild.

Tongue out.

Jaxon thrust harder, faster, sloppier. His cock was slick with spit and her sweat, sliding through the hot softness like it was made for it.

And then—

He growled. She gasped.

“Claire—fuck—take it—”

He exploded.

Hot jets spilled across her lips, her chin, her tongue. She opened wide, moaning, swallowing, cum leaking from her lips.

And as it hit her tongue—

She came.

Shaking.

Crying out.

Fingers buried in her soaked panties as her pussy clenched and pulsed and soaked her thighs.

They froze there.

Breathing hard.

His cock twitching.

Her hands trembling.

Still on her knees.

Still his.

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Chapter Sixteen: Aftertaste

Claire knelt, breathless, her chest still heaving as she felt the last of his cum drip onto her lips.

“Not a single drop,” Jaxon growled above her, voice ragged.

She looked up at him, face flushed, tongue slowly dragging across her bottom lip. And without hesitation, she leaned forward again.

She licked the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, tasting him—herself—spit and lust mingled. She dragged her tongue up to the tip and let it swirl there, savoring him.

Then she pulled back and ran two fingers under her chin, collecting the stray lines of thick cum that had leaked down.

She licked those fingers clean.

Her breasts still shimmered, streaked with wetness.

And—God help her—she leaned down and began to lick her own skin, dragging her tongue across the slope of one full breast, then the other, catching every drop she could.

It was filthy.

It was shameless.

And it was the most alive she had ever felt.

She finally stood—knees weak, chest sticky, legs trembling—and looked up at Jaxon, who hadn’t moved. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a mile, but his eyes were locked on hers with a hunger that had only grown.

Their lips met without a word.

The kiss was hard, open-mouthed, soaked in need.

His hands gripped her waist, then slid down—cupping her ass and squeezing with both hands. Claire gasped into his mouth, her whole body pressing against his as his bare chest met her soft skin.

She could feel him again.

Hardening. Already.

She pulled her lips back slightly, panting against his mouth.

“You’re already hard again?” she whispered, voice shaking with dark amusement.

“What do you think you do to me?” he muttered. “You think I can be soft around you?”

He kissed her again, rougher now, and her hands went to his body, exploring.

His chest was broad, cut, strong beneath her palms. She ran her fingers down his abs, every inch of him solid and hot and impossible. He felt like sin wrapped in muscle and control.

Then—

With a sudden tug, he grabbed the waistband of her ruined panties and tore them off her hips.

They fluttered to the floor.

“Hey!” she gasped, half-laughing.

“I’m keeping these,” he said, tucking the torn fabric into his back pocket. “Souvenir.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re cheating,” he said softly, pressing his forehead to hers. “So what does that make you?”

She didn’t answer.

Her lips brushed his again.

And then—

Their naked bodies met fully, chest to chest, heat to heat.

He pulled her tight against him, cock hard between them, hips grinding gently. His hands returned to her ass—gripping, spreading, owning her.

She let her head fall back and moaned as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue trailing down to her collarbone, then back up to bite her earlobe.

“Daniel would cry if he saw this,” Jaxon whispered into her skin.

“Shut up,” Claire gasped, eyes fluttering closed.

“He’d fall apart watching you melt in my hands.”

“God, stop—”

But she was grinding into him now.

And she didn’t want him to stop.

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Chapter Seventeen: The Fall

The room was quiet now.

The storm of spit, heat, and climax had passed — but something deeper had taken its place.

A silence that felt like the edge of a cliff.

Jaxon didn’t say much. He just moved across the ballroom to a bench near the corner, pulled off a decorative throw rug that had been curled beneath it, and spread it slowly across the floor.

Then he stood there — naked, strong, his cock rising again, proud and hard and thick as sin.

“Come here,” he said.

Claire didn’t move at first.

Her legs were still shaking, her breath uneven. Her panties were gone, her hair a mess, her lips still tingling from where his cum had touched them. She could feel everything — the air on her chest, the wetness between her thighs, the wild beating of her heart.

“Come ride me,” Jaxon added, voice low. “Like the cheating slut you said you’d never be.”

Claire almost came from those words alone.

She crossed the floor slowly, every step a betrayal, every breath a thrill. She was naked. She was glowing. And she wasn’t scared anymore.

She stood above him.

He laid back, hands behind his head like a king on a throne, watching her — hungry, knowing, proud.

His cock stood tall between them.

Thick. Heavy. Eleven inches of trouble.

She straddled him slowly, knees on either side of his hips, her hands sliding up his chest for balance.

Her pussy hovered just above his cock, so close she could feel the heat of it against her folds.

She trembled.

Not from fear.

From want.

She looked down between them.

The head of his cock brushed against her slick entrance — and her body jolted.

“This…” she whispered, her voice ragged, “this is the moment, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said, staring up at her. “Once you drop down, there’s no going back.”

“It’s not just cheating anymore.”

“It’s becoming mine.”

Claire bit her lip.

She reached down, fingers curling around his shaft. It twitched in her grip. He hissed through his teeth.

“You’re so damn big,” she whispered. “It’s insane.”

“And you’re wet enough to take it.”

Her eyes fluttered closed.

She rubbed herself slowly against the head of his cock — just once — and shuddered.

Her breath hitched. Her thighs clenched.

Her whole body was trembling now, not from nerves, but from the overwhelming gravity of what she was about to do.

“Say it again,” she whispered, eyes locked on his.

“Ride me,” he murmured. “Be my dirty little secret. Make it yours.”

Claire didn’t move yet.

But her hips shifted.

Her body was ready.

And all it would take now was one motion…

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Chapter 18 “All of you. Every inch.”

Claire straddled him slowly, heart pounding, thighs trembling. The rug beneath them was soft, but the atmosphere was electric—charged with something dangerous and exhilarating. Jaxon lay there like a king, powerful and still, arms behind his head, watching her with a dark, possessive hunger in his eyes. His cock stood like a monument between them—huge, thick, hard, veined and terrifyingly beautiful.

Eleven inches. She still couldn’t believe it.

Her hand wrapped around the base again, just to steady herself. God. Her fingers didn’t even meet around it. He twitched in her grasp, and she gasped.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” Jaxon murmured, voice low and teasing. “Second thoughts?”

Her eyes flicked up to his. “About cheating on my fiancé with his best man on the floor of our wedding venue?” She laughed breathlessly, flushed and wild. “Too late for second thoughts.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. “Now ride me like the filthy little bride you are.”

Claire moaned, her pussy clenching just from the sound of his voice. She lifted herself onto her knees and positioned him at her entrance. The head of his cock brushed her folds—hot and swollen and soaked from everything they'd already done. The touch alone made her jolt.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, hips twitching.

“Feel that?” he said, his voice suddenly darker. “That’s how big the man you’re not marrying is. That’s what’s about to stretch your cheating pussy.”

She whimpered.

She lowered herself a fraction, and the fat head pushed against her. The stretch was immediate, intense—her body trying to adjust, trying to open for him.

“Jaxon—” she moaned, already overwhelmed.

“Take it,” he growled. “You wanted to know how it feels to fuck the man you’re not supposed to even look at this way. Now fucking take it.”

With a sharp breath, she pushed down more, slowly impaling herself on him. Inch by thick, pulsing inch, she slid lower, her walls straining, fluttering, fighting the stretch.

She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. Her nails dug into his chest for balance. “It’s so much,” she gasped, voice high and trembling. “You’re so—”

“I know,” he growled, one hand gripping her hip. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. Keep going.”

She sank lower, her body giving way inch by inch, her slick folds stretching, clinging to every vein, every ridge of his cock. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her thighs quivered.

“I feel like I’m being split open,” she moaned.

“Good girl,” Jaxon hissed. “Stretch that sweet little cheating cunt for me.”

Her pussy clenched hard around him at his words. She whimpered, both hands on his chest now, eyes locked on his as she inched lower.

More.

Deeper.

Her stomach bulged slightly with the fullness. “Jesus, Jaxon,” she breathed. “You’re in my stomach.”

“That’s right,” he said through gritted teeth. “And we’re not even all the way in yet.”

Claire’s head dropped back as she forced herself down the final inch, her pussy swallowing him whole.

Until—

She was fully impaled. Balls to skin. His cock buried inside her completely. Her body stretched around him in a way she’d never felt before. She was shaking—stunned, filled to the limit, owned.

“Oh… my… God…” she moaned, barely able to breathe.

Jaxon looked up at her with dark, blown pupils and a savage grin.

“Tell me, Claire,” he rasped. “How’s it feel having your fiancé’s best man all the way inside that tight little pussy?”

Her lips parted. Her voice came out broken. “Like heaven. Like… I was meant for this.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “You were. This pussy was never his. It’s mine.”

She couldn’t speak. She could barely think. All she could feel was the impossible stretch, the pressure, the heat, the wrongness that felt so, so right.

And she loved it.

Chapter 19 “I never knew cheating could feel this good…”

Claire stayed still for a moment, impaled on every inch of him, her breath stuttering, hands braced on his chest. Her thighs trembled, her walls stretched to the brink. She could feel the pulse of his cock deep inside her, the weight of it pushing places her fiancé had never touched.

Jaxon didn’t move. He just looked up at her with that dark, satisfied grin, his chest rising slowly beneath her palms.

“Take a breath, sweetheart,” he murmured. “That was the easy part.”

Claire blinked through the haze. “That was the—”

She didn’t finish. Her body moved instinctively, hips lifting just an inch or two—and then she gasped. The friction. The ache. The glide.

She moved again. A little more.

“Oh my God…” she moaned, lips trembling.

“There you go,” Jaxon growled, his hands sliding to her hips. “Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want this cock.”

She started to move, slow and cautious at first. Her pussy dragged against the thick length of him, her body protesting the stretch even as her mind dissolved in the pleasure. Inch after inch, she lifted herself off him—until only the tip remained—and then slammed back down with a desperate cry.

“Fuuuck,” she sobbed.

Her hips rolled again, building rhythm, speed, need. She was panting now, messy and wild, riding him like a woman possessed. Her blonde hair fell around her face, her lips open in gasping moans. Her breasts bounced with every bounce, soft and flushed, and her eyes were nearly crossed from how deep he reached.

“You’re—so—deep,” she whimpered. “So—fucking—deep!*”

“I told you,” Jaxon grunted, tightening his grip on her ass. “You weren’t made for his soft little cock. You were made for mine.”

He squeezed her ass hard, spreading her open with each thrust downward. She bounced faster, her thighs slapping against him, wetness coating his groin. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on his chest as she threw her head back and moaned like a woman unraveling.

“God, look at you,” he growled. “Fiancé’s out cold upstairs and his bride-to-be’s bouncing on my cock like a fucking porn star.”

She let out a shattered sob. “I don’t care. I don’t fucking care, Jaxon—just don’t stop.”

“You want it that bad?”

“Yes! I love this—I love your cock—I love cheating with you, Jaxon!”

That did something to him. His hands moved to grip both ass cheeks now, and with a low snarl, he started helping her move—lifting her, pulling her down, fucking up into her from below. Their rhythm turned feral. Every thrust slammed her down to the base.

She pulled almost all the way off—only the tip inside—and then slammed back down so hard she nearly screamed.

“Holy fuck!” she cried, shuddering. “Oh my God—oh my God—”

“You’re taking me so well,” he said, watching her with unblinking hunger. “You were meant to be used like this.”

Claire was a wreck. Sobbing. Moaning. Dripping.

Her thighs quivered violently. She was losing control of her body—grinding, thrusting, bouncing so wildly that the wet slaps echoed around the empty room.

“I’m gonna—oh God, I’m—Jaxon—please—”

And then, with one brutal thrust upward, he brought his hand down in a sharp, crack across her ass.

She shattered.

Her orgasm slammed through her like lightning—violent and consuming. Her legs gave out mid-bounce, and she collapsed onto his chest with a sobbing scream, her whole body jerking as her pussy clenched and pulsed around him.

“Fuuuck—”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All she could feel was the pulsing between her legs and the warmth of his cock still buried inside her.

“Damn,” Jaxon breathed, holding her against him as she trembled. “You just came so hard you broke your own legs.”

Claire buried her face in his neck, panting, crying softly from the force of it. “I can’t—feel—my knees.”

“You don’t need them,” he murmured into her hair. “You just stay right there and take my cock like the cheating little bride you are.”

She moaned into his skin, melting against him, chest to chest, heart to heart.

And she loved it. Every filthy, wrong, perfect second of it.

Chapter 20 “You feel that, baby? That’s what real strength feels like.”

Claire lay limp on Jaxon’s chest, dazed and trembling, her body still fluttering around his cock, which remained rock-hard inside her. Every breath she took was laced with disbelief—because she had never felt anything close to this with Daniel. Never. Not even once.

And then—

He moved.

Without warning, Jaxon sat up, keeping her impaled, and wrapped his strong arms around her thighs.

“Wait—what—Jaxon—” she gasped, her body weight shifting as he stood.

He stood. Holding her. With all eleven inches still buried inside her.

Claire let out a stunned moan, eyes wide, arms flying around his shoulders. “Oh my God—”

“That’s right, baby,” Jaxon growled into her ear, gripping her ass in both hands as he lifted her effortlessly. “Your precious little fiancé ever do this?”

Her lips parted in a breathless whimper. “No,” she whispered. “Never.”

Her back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, and his cock stayed rooted deep in her, stretching her with each heartbeat. His palms squeezed her ass cheeks tightly, holding her steady as he leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft.

It was filthy. Wet. Starving. Their tongues tangled, teeth bumped, mouths devoured each other as their bodies stayed fused together. She moaned into him, squirming, and he bit her lower lip before growling:

“Let’s see how many times I can make you cum before the ceremony.”

With that, he started to move.

Slow at first. Just enough to feel the tease of motion. Her body adjusted to the standing angle, and she gasped at how deep he felt this way—how full. Then his grip tightened.

And he started bouncing her.

Up.

Down.

Harder.

Faster.

“Jaxon—!” she cried, back thudding lightly against the wall as he used her like a ragdoll.

“You like that?” he snarled, voice thick with lust. “Like being used like a fuck toy before your wedding?”

Her head dropped back in ecstasy. “Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

He slammed into her harder, her body jolting in his grasp as her wetness spilled down his cock. Her arms clung around his neck, helpless and shaking as he drove into her without mercy. His cock speared her deep and relentless, her pussy fluttering wildly with every bounce.

“You think Daniel could fuck you like this?” he growled.

She let out a wild, shameless laugh. “Daniel? He’d pull a muscle trying to lift me like this.”

Jaxon barked a filthy laugh and slapped her ass hard, making her squeal.

“Bet his little pencil dick never made you scream like this, huh?”

“Never!” she moaned, lost in pleasure. “He never made me feel like this—God, Jaxon, I don’t care—I don’t care if it’s wrong, I just want you!”

He thrust upward so brutally she screamed, clawing at his back, her voice cracking from the intensity. She was a mess again—sweaty, flushed, drooling against his neck.

“Say it,” he hissed. “Say whose cock this is.”

“Yours!” she sobbed. “It’s yours!”

“That’s right. This pussy was wasted on that loser. But now—” he slammed her down again. “It’s mine.”

She gasped, shuddering, teetering right at the edge again. Her moans turned into cries.

“Jaxon, I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he snarled. “Cum on my cock while I ruin you for your perfect little wedding.”

And she did.

Chapter 21 “You can still marry him, sweetheart—just remember who owns this pussy.”

Claire’s orgasm tore through her like lightning, every nerve ending lit up and short-circuiting as Jaxon slammed her against the wall. Her body tensed, shook, then collapsed against him, sobbing from the sheer intensity of it. But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t even slow down.

He just kept going.

Her pussy, still trembling from release, squeezed tight around his cock as he bounced her mercilessly, his hands gripping her ass, his chest hot against hers.

“F-fuck—Jaxon—” she gasped, twitching.

“Not done yet,” he growled, his breath hot in her ear. “You’ve got another one in you. Maybe two. And I’m gonna take every single one.”

She moaned helplessly as her body surrendered again, her second orgasm already building. Her arms were locked tight around his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, and her legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

“He never did this,” she whispered through her moans, barely able to speak. “Daniel… he never even tried…”

Jaxon slammed into her harder, making her cry out. “Course he didn’t. He doesn’t have the cock for it.”

Claire let out a desperate, breathless laugh even as she moaned. “He’s sweet…”

“He’s boring,” Jaxon snapped. “Bet he kisses like a soggy napkin.”

“No—” she gasped, “he’s good to me. He listens. He… he’s kind.”

“I’m not.” Jaxon’s voice was dark now, possessive, almost feral. “I’m not kind, Claire. I’m not sweet. I’m not soft. But I make your body scream. And that’s all I need to own.”

She choked on a moan, losing control again as her second orgasm crested faster than she thought possible.

“I still want to marry him,” she whimpered, even as her body betrayed her, hips bucking against Jaxon’s brutal rhythm. “I do. I love him for other reasons…”

“Then marry him,” Jaxon snarled, slamming her harder against the wall. “Walk down that aisle with his stupid last name. Smile in the photos. But every time he kisses you? Every time he touches you? You’ll remember this.”

He thrust deep. Her eyes rolled back.

“You’ll remember my cock in you. The way I made you cum like a filthy little slut on the floor. Against the wall. In your dress.”

“Oh my God—” she sobbed, hips jolting as her pussy clenched around him again. “Jaxon—I’m—I’m cumming again—”

“Fucking do it.”

She exploded.

Her body seized, her legs gave out completely, and she screamed into his neck as her second orgasm shattered her. Her pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock with violent pulses as she thrashed in his arms.

But still—still—he held her. Unshaken. Unmoved. Still fucking her through it.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All she could do was cling to him while her body tried to survive what he was doing to her.

Her voice was wrecked. Her thighs trembled like jelly. “You’re still hard…” she whimpered.

Jaxon chuckled darkly. “I haven’t even started to cum yet.”

He shifted his grip slightly, lifting her higher, then slammed her down again. Their bodies met with a wet, obscene slap, and she moaned loudly, head falling back.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion and need.

“You’re insane,” she whispered. “You’re—Jaxon—”

“You love it,” he breathed, kissing her hungrily. “You fucking love being ruined by me.”

Their lips crashed together, mouths open, tongues sliding, messy and desperate. The kiss was filthy—wet and open and devouring. Claire moaned into his mouth, drinking in the taste of him like a woman starved.

He was still inside her. Still fucking her. Still holding her up like she weighed nothing.

And she didn’t want it to stop.

Ever.

Chapter 22 “You want to get caught, don’t you?”

Claire clung to Jaxon’s shoulders, still trembling from back-to-back orgasms, her legs barely holding on as he finally let her down from his grasp. Her heels touched the floor, but she stayed leaned against him, his cock still wet and painfully hard, twitching against her stomach.

They were still in the shadowy corner of the grand reception hall, tucked in the far side where the light didn’t reach. The only illumination was the faint sliver from the moonlit windows—casting long, eerie streaks across the floor.

“I’m not done with you,” Jaxon muttered darkly, reaching down to stroke himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers. “Turn around.”

Claire swallowed, eyes wide. “Jaxon—what if someone—?”

He stepped closer, towering over her, hand gripping her waist. “I said. Turn. Around.”

And she did.

Her palms braced flat against the wall, chest heaving, body bare from the waist down, still slick and aching. She arched her back, presenting herself, her pussy glistening in the dark. Jaxon growled behind her—low and filthy—and lined himself up.

She gasped when the thick head of his cock brushed between her folds.

“God, you’re soaked,” he hissed. “Just begging to be taken like a filthy little slut…”

“Just do it—” she moaned under her breath.

He slid forward.

An inch.

Two.

And then—

Voices.

Footsteps.

“Wait—I think I left my clutch in here,” a woman said, distantly.

Claire froze.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, panic flashing in her eyes. “Someone’s coming!”

Jaxon grinned, devilish and calm. “Let them.”

She turned her head back, wide-eyed, heart hammering. “Are you insane?! That’s my family!”

“I’ll be quiet,” he murmured against her ear, sliding just the tip in and out of her pussy—slow, teasing thrusts that drove her wild. “Can you?”

Claire’s body shuddered. Her hands were flat on the cold wall, her legs quivering. The sheer thrill of being fucked like this—with her relatives just meters away—made her head spin.

“Jaxon, stop,” she hissed. “You’ll get us caught.”

He withdrew entirely. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“You want my cock?” he whispered darkly. “Then beg me for it.”

“No,” she said instantly, panting. “Not now. Please, just be quiet.”

More voices echoed in the distance. Footsteps coming closer. Drawers opening. Lights clicking on in the next room.

Jaxon pressed the head against her again—only the tip—and rubbed slow little circles at her entrance. Just enough to make her thighs shake.

“Come on, future Mrs. Rogers,” he whispered, biting her earlobe. “Beg me. Or I’ll leave you like this—dripping.”

Claire squeezed her eyes shut. Her body was on fire. Her pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

More talking. Laughter.

She couldn’t take it.

She needed him.

“Please…” she breathed.

He stayed silent.

She swallowed her pride.

“…Please give me your cock,” she whispered.

“Louder,” he growled.

Claire bit her lip. Her voice trembled.

“Please, Jaxon. I need your cock. I want it. I want you to fuck me—right here. Right now. I don’t care if we get caught. Just—fuck me.”

He didn’t wait.

He slammed into her.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, but she slapped a hand over it just in time. Her body jerked as his cock drove deep into her in one brutal thrust.

She moaned into her palm, eyes rolling back, her fingers scrabbling against the wall as her body trembled with overwhelming, filthy pleasure.

And just a few feet away, her family kept talking—unaware.

Chapter 23 “Be quiet, or they’ll hear how much you love cheating.”

Claire’s eyes rolled back as Jaxon’s cock slammed into her again, bottoming out so deep her legs buckled. She caught herself on the wall, panting into her hand, body jerking with every punishing thrust.

The voices echoed louder now. Her relatives were still searching nearby—somewhere in the next room, maybe just around the corner.

She should have stopped this. Told him no. Hidden. Run.

But instead?

She was braced against the wall, face flushed, mouth covered, and ass bouncing back against the thick cock of her fiancé’s best man.

And she loved it.

“Can’t stop, can you?” Jaxon growled into her ear, fucking her slowly but deeply, each thrust more deliberate than the last. “You’re supposed to be the innocent bride… and here you are letting another man bend you over a goddamn wall.”

Claire whimpered into her palm, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was soaked and clenching around him, pulling him in deeper each time.

“You know they’re right there,” he hissed, picking up the pace. “You want them to find us?”

She shook her head furiously, biting her lip under her hand, struggling not to make a sound.

But her hips had a mind of their own—rocking back into him, taking him deeper.

Fucking him back.

“You little slut,” he snarled, grinning wickedly. “Can’t even pretend to be sorry.”

He slid one hand up her front and grabbed one of her tits—full, flushed, perfect. He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the softness, then moved to her nipple.

A gasp slipped past her hand.

“Oh, you like that,” he whispered. “These fat fucking tits… wasted under a white dress meant for a man who’s never touched you like this.”

Claire shook her head, eyes fluttering.

“You gonna cum again?” he teased, twisting her nipple. “You gonna make a mess on my cock while your family walks by like good little sheep?”

Her pussy spasmed around him in warning.

“Oh fuck, you’re close again, aren’t you? Just from me fucking your brains out and playing with these big needy tits.”

She was trembling, mouth still covered, eyes wide and wet and desperate. Her body was on the verge of exploding.

And then—

He gave her nipple a hard, brutal pinch.

She shattered.

Her whole body jerked. Her knees gave out. Her orgasm slammed through her like a violent wave—wet, wild, clenching tight around his cock. She let out a muffled scream into her palm, unable to stop the tremor that shook her from head to toe.

Before she could even recover, Jaxon grabbed her chin, turned her face to him, and kissed her.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle.

It was filthy.

Wet. Sloppy. Tongues tangling, lips smearing, breathing into each other’s mouths as she writhed against him, still cumming, still being fucked.

Her moans poured straight into his mouth, swallowed whole by the man who just made her betray everything.

“Found it!” someone called out.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Footsteps retreated. The lights clicked off.

And still—they didn’t move.

Pressed together in the dark, panting, dripping, his cock still buried inside her.

They stood like that, holding still, her heart pounding against his chest.

Silent.

Dirty.

Undeniable.

Chapter 24 “The room’s empty again, sweetheart. You know what that means.”

The last echo of retreating footsteps faded. The reception hall returned to silence, broken only by the shallow, ragged breathing of two people still hidden in the shadows.

Claire’s chest rose and fell in Jaxon’s arms, her hands still braced on the wall, her body trembling from the orgasm he’d just wrung out of her while her family searched nearby.

They didn’t find her.

But they almost had.

Her pulse was racing, skin flushed and dewy with sweat, and his cock was still buried deep inside her pussy—throbbing, twitching, ready.

The danger was gone. But the filth lingered.

Her lips brushed his. “We’re so bad,” she whispered, her voice shaky, breath hot. “So, so bad…”

Jaxon smirked, dark eyes locked on hers. “That why you’re still dripping all over me?”

Her mouth curved into a wicked smile. “It’s filthy,” she breathed against his mouth, kissing him softly, messily, their tongues brushing. “It’s so wrong… and I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He grabbed her by the hips again, thrusting his cock slowly inside her, still stretching her open, still owning her body in a way no man ever had.

“You know what I see when I look at you right now?” he murmured into her ear. “Not a bride. Not someone’s fiancée. I see a dirty little slut who loves getting ruined in her wedding venue.”

Claire moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled back—just enough for her to feel the emptiness—and then slammed back in.

She cried out, hands smacking the wall again.

And then he fucked her.

Hard.

Fast.

Brutal.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the empty hall, obscene and unashamed. Claire gasped and moaned with every thrust, her body rocking forward against the wall and jerking back into him.

He gripped her hips like handles, slamming her back onto his cock over and over again, his voice dark and breathless.

“Think Daniel could ever fuck you like this? You think he could make you scream like this?”

Claire shook her head frantically, hair wild around her face. “No,” she whimpered. “He never—never touched me like this.”

He reached around and grabbed her tits again, groping them roughly, squeezing the soft mounds in his big hands.

“Of course not. He probably doesn’t even know what to do with these perfect fucking tits.”

She cried out as he pinched her nipples again, sharp and fast, sending jolts of pleasure through her already-sensitized body.

“Bet he kisses you all sweet and careful,” Jaxon growled. “I bet he whispers how much he loves you while his soft little dick tries to pretend it’s enough.”

Claire was beyond shame now. She was gone. Her body moved with his, her ass bouncing back with every thrust, her tits swaying, her moans shameless.

“He does,” she gasped. “He’s… he’s kind—”

“He’s pathetic,” Jaxon snapped, landing a hard slap on her ass that made her yelp. “And you’re mine.”

She screamed into the empty room, unable to hold it in anymore.

“I’m yours!” she cried out. “Your slut! Your dirty little cheating whore—fuck me whenever you want!”

Jaxon growled, driving into her harder, faster. “That’s right. Say it again.”

“I’m your slut!” she sobbed, shaking, her legs about to give out. “Use me—please—fuck me—whenever—wherever—I don’t care!”

Another slap on her ass. Another grope of her tits. Her body was a shaking mess.

And her mind was completely his.

And she loved it.

Chapter 25 “You’ll walk down the aisle tomorrow… dripping with me.”

Claire was unraveling.

Jaxon’s thrusts were brutal now—deep, merciless, fast—his cock slamming into her over and over again as he took what he wanted from her trembling body. Her ass was red from his handprints, her tits swollen from his groping, and her pussy was stretched to the limit, soaked and clenching desperately.

And still, he didn’t stop.

“You gonna cum again for me, sweetheart?” he growled, bending low to speak into her ear, breath hot against her cheek. “One more before I fill this cheating little pussy up?”

She nodded frantically, sobbing, fingers clawing at the wall. “Yes, Jaxon, yes—please—don’t stop!”

“That’s it,” he grunted, one hand squeezing her tit while the other grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love getting ruined the night before your wedding.”

She was right there—right there. Her whole body was a live wire, and her pussy was milking him with every thrust.

Then he leaned in again and whispered:

“Tomorrow, you’ll smile at your husband… while you’re full of my cum.”

Claire screamed.

Her orgasm hit like an explosion—violent, raw, endless. Her legs gave out completely, her whole body convulsing as she cried out, pussy spasming around his cock, drenching him as she came so hard it nearly blacked her out.

And that was it.

Jaxon snarled, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her deep—burying all eleven inches to the hilt.

“Fuck—Claire—take it. Take my fucking cum.”

She moaned, delirious, as she felt him throb deep inside her. Then—

He came.

Hot, thick spurts filled her, pulse after pulse of heat flooding her womb.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, head falling forward. “I can feel it—Jaxon, you’re filling me—”

“That’s right,” he growled, holding her flush against him. “I want you dripping with me tomorrow. While you say ‘I do.’ While he kisses you. While everyone claps.”

Her pussy clenched again, milking every drop from him.

“You came inside me,” she breathed, in awe, still shaking. “You really came inside…”

“Damn right I did,” he said through gritted teeth. “I wanted it deep. I wanted it messy. I wanted him to marry a woman full of another man’s cum.”

She moaned, her walls fluttering around him.

“I love it,” she whispered. “I love that you came inside me. I love that I’m his tomorrow but yours tonight.”

They stayed like that for a moment—his cock buried in her, her body wrecked and dripping, both of them panting, trembling, silent in the darkness.

Completely filled.

Completely fucked.

Chapter 26 “Now clean up your mess, bride.”

Jaxon didn’t move for a long second, his cock still buried deep inside Claire’s soaked, twitching pussy. Her legs trembled, her breathing was shallow, and her body still trembled from the aftershocks of the orgasm that left her gasping against the wall.

But then—he pulled out.

A long, wet sound echoed through the empty hall as his cock slid free, thick and glistening with both their release. Claire whimpered at the emptiness, her thighs slick, her pussy fluttering from the loss of him.

Jaxon grabbed her chin, turning her face to his.

“On your knees,” he said.

She dropped instantly, not hesitating for a second.

Kneeling in front of him in her half-undone wedding dress, hair messy, skin flushed, eyes blown wide—Claire looked up at him like she was starving.

His cock hovered inches from her face, soaked in her slick and his cum. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, and a final drop leaked from the swollen tip.

She licked her lips.

Then she dove in.

Her tongue dragged up the underside, slow and wet, gathering every trace of herself. She lapped around the head, moaning softly as she tasted them both. Her mouth wrapped around him, lips sealing, sucking him clean with desperate, wet slurps. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling, swallowing every salty drop like it was sacred.

“Sloppy little thing, aren’t you?” Jaxon growled, watching her. “Look at you—cleaning up your fiancé’s best man with your fucking mouth.”

Claire moaned around him in response, licking him thoroughly, greedily, like she couldn’t get enough.

When he was finally clean and hard again, she released him with a wet pop, eyes glazed and lips swollen.

Jaxon smirked and helped her to her feet.

They adjusted themselves quickly—pulling her dress back down, wiping smudged makeup, fixing clothes. She still trembled as she slipped her heels back on, legs weak but heart pounding.

Jaxon leaned in close, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her into a filthy, deep kiss—tongues swirling, breath hot, a final taste of everything they just did.

When they parted, she was breathless again.

He grinned darkly. “Go back to your sweet little groom. Smile like nothing happened.”

Claire swallowed, cheeks flushed, her body still aching from how he used her. “We’ll do this again.”

He tilted his head. “Damn right we will. Whenever I want. Wherever I want.”

She hesitated at the door, turned one last time.

He gave her a mocking wink. “Tell Daniel I said thanks for keeping my pussy warm.”

And with that, she slipped back into the light—back to the illusion—carrying his cum deep inside her.

Final Chapter “Say yes to him. But we both know who you really belong to.”

The morning sunlight poured into the grand wedding venue, golden and soft, casting warmth on white tablecloths, champagne glasses, and rows of delicate floral arrangements.

But the real heat came from the whispers.

“I swear someone had sex in here last night.”

“Did you hear those noises near the reception hall? Sounded like someone was really going at it.”

“I mean… it is a wedding. But damn.”

Claire sat in her bridal ready-room, alone before the ceremony, her heart racing in her chest.

Not from nerves.

From lust.

Every whisper, every quiet giggle and scandalized gasp about someone fucking in the hall last night made her thighs press together. Her pussy ached just remembering it. How Jaxon held her up. How he filled her. How she begged for his cock while her family was in the next room.

And now?

Now she was about to marry Daniel—sweet, unsuspecting Daniel, smiling in the next room, fixing his tie, trusting his best man.

Claire stood slowly, smoothing down her white dress, trying to look like the perfect bride.

But her body was still soaked in sin.

She walked to the door, peeked out, and caught the eye of a nearby usher. “Can you send Jaxon?” she asked softly, with a nervous smile. “I… I just need a moment. With someone I trust.”

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In the groom’s room, Daniel was adjusting his collar in the mirror.

Jaxon stood nearby, lazy and grinning.

“She looks stunning, doesn’t she?” Daniel said, smiling. “God, I’m nervous.”

Jaxon clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. I’ll go check on her. Make sure your bride isn’t having second thoughts.”

Daniel laughed. “Please. She’s a mess in there when she’s nervous. You know how she gets.”

“Oh,” Jaxon said with a wicked smirk. “I do.”

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Claire stood in the middle of the ready room when he entered.

Their eyes locked.

Neither said a word.

She dropped to her knees without hesitation.

Jaxon unzipped.

She pulled his cock free and wrapped her lips around it instantly, moaning as she took him deep. Her tongue swirled, her cheeks hollowed, and her hands stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. She was sloppy, fast, filthy—her lipstick smeared, her hair perfect from behind, but her mouth a mess of drool and spit.

“Fuck,” Jaxon hissed, gripping the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. “You just couldn’t go a single day, could you?”

She looked up at him with tearful, devoted eyes, nodding as she gagged around his cock.

“You’re such a good little bride,” he growled. “Sucking my cock right before you marry him.”

Her only response was a wet moan, louder and needier.

He wasn’t gentle.

He face-fucked her slow at first, then harder, the sounds obscene and echoing in the small room. Her mouth was made for this—soft and eager and ruined.

“Open that mouth,” he snarled.

She did.

He came hard, groaning low, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, eyes fluttering, and licked him clean without even being asked.

By the time he zipped up, she stood, fixed her lipstick, and smoothed her dress again. Like nothing had happened.

Except her panties were gone.

And she was filled with his cum.

Jaxon stepped back, watching her fix her veil with calm, practiced grace.

“You ready to go smile for your husband?” he asked with a smirk.

She turned to the mirror and smiled at her reflection—the glowing bride, the perfect picture of innocence.

“I was born for this,” she whispered.

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The ceremony was beautiful.

Claire walked down the aisle, her arm looped around her father’s, her dress floating like a dream.

Daniel watched her like a man in love.

She stopped beside him. Took his hands.

The officiant spoke.

“Do you, Claire, take this man to be your husband?”

She didn’t even blink.

“Yes,” she said sweetly, her voice soft, her heart steady.

But her eyes flicked toward Jaxon.

And in that fleeting moment, they shared a look.

A secret, wicked smile.

The smile of two people who knew that beneath the dress, under the veil, behind the innocent eyes—she was his.

Whenever he wanted.

—The End.