Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses to join Alexander and Charlotte in holy matrimony.
I shift in my seat, still sore from earlier. As I move positions, a small glob of his cum oozes out between my thighs. I try to focus on the ceremony, sitting just in Alex's eyeline. His vision flicks to me briefly and I smile knowingly. His eyes focus back on his bride.
Alex and I began our affair during a flash thunderstorm. We had both taken shelter in a small alcove, laughing as the rain fell in front of us in angry sheets. He tucked an errant strand of wet hair behind my ear and I leaned in, kissing him softly on the mouth. A soft kiss that ignited something deep within us. We started a fire that night, one that would all but consume us in the following half a year.
"This is it. This is the last time," I said to him months later as he parted my thighs and peered up at me with a pleading look in his light brown eyes.
"I mean it. You're getting married next month!" He extended his tongue and licked my pussy slowly, still holding my gaze. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I reached down and wove my fingers into his curly hair, pulling his head into me and arching my back.
Matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, and solemnly.
Oh, this is perfect. I listen to the words of the reverend, smiling again, remembering what happened not even two hours prior.
I had just entered the church when I felt someone grab my arm and pull me into a side office.
"Finally," Alex said, in his delightful London accent. "I thought you weren't going to make it." He clicked the door lock.
"I almost didn't come," I admitted. "But I had to see you one last time."
He looked amazing. The jet black, custom tailored tux fit him like a dream. His vest, a light sage brocade, buttoned over abs that I had recently kissed and nibbled. His tie, the same shade as the vest, reminded me of the time he had bound my hands behind my back, forcing me to use only my mouth to please him. I felt electric, the way being near him always excited me. My nipples perked up, my pussy ached and flooded in anticipation.
"You look amazing," he said, echoing my thoughts. I had worn a light blue dress, cut low enough to show off my ample, ivory cleavage. The dress fell in layers of chiffon nearly to my ankles, a small slit snaking up the side, just past my knee. My feet were wrapped up in strappy silver heels, making me almost taller than him. I knew he loved that. "Better leverage," he had told me once.
His hands found my narrow waist, traveling down to my round hips, around to my ass and then up my back. He pulled me into him.
"I love when you wear your hair up so I can do this," he whispered in my ear, kissing my long neck. His kisses turned to nibbles, and I knew from his body language that he was restraining himself. He found my ear lobe and bit it, eliciting a gasp from me.
"You smell fantastic, like that day at the beach." We had chanced upon each other at a neighborhood beach a few weeks earlier, him with his fiancee, and me with a good friend of mine. He had excused himself to the restroom aways up the coast, and I followed. When I slipped into the stall with him, he had covered my mouth with one hand, slipping his thick, rock-hard cock inside me, not even bothering to pull my bikini bottom down first. He thrust into me several times, grunting and growling in my ear. He came hard, as quietly as he could, whispering "I never can last long in your delicious little cunt." I had rubbed myself innumerable times to that memory.
"Jesus, Alex, it's your wedding day," I said, not trying to stop him in any way. His lithe, strong body felt warm against mine.
"I can't help it, Lara. I need you." He slipped the straps off my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my breasts. My pink nipples jutted out, waiting for his touch.
"Look at these tits," he cooed as he dipped his head to my chest. His lips and tongue danced along the tender peaks, sucking and flicking before he tugged them with his teeth. "Fuck, I could just devour you right now."
Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined together as man and wife.
I straighten in my chair, surrounded by Alex's friends and just a couple rows back from his family. I wonder how they would react to his dirty little secret. I bite my lower lip, just as I had done in the office earlier.
"I'm going to fuck you right here, right now," Alex had said, pushing me to the desk in the corner. I couldn't resist. I didn't want to. I knew that nothing would be able to keep us apart. We were inextricably linked together, as though the Universe had twisted our life paths onto each other. I needed him as much as he needed me.
He flipped me around, and I placed my hands flat on the desk. I felt the cool air run up my legs as he lifted my skirts, exposing my ass, the white lace of my thong parting the cheeks.
"Fuck, I knew you'd wear my favorite panties, you little slut. I only wish I could spank you right now like you deserve." His fingers grasped the narrow strip of fabric and he pulled it hard. The front sank into my pussy, between the smooth, hairless lips. I groaned. I loved when he got this way, as though I was the only thing in the world that could slake his thirst. He pulled it off and allowed me to step out. I heard him inhale, smelling my wetness that had soaked the lace and satin.
"I'm keeping these with me all day," he said with a smile on his lips. I turned and saw him tuck them into the inside pocket of his tux jacket. Alex always had a fondness for my panties. Sometimes he would take them off me and keep them for weeks, sending me dirty pics of them wrapped around his cock as he stroked it.
