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Rachael's POV
I walked into the room, feeling nervous but still desperate for freedom. The lights were off and I asked him not to turn them on. I loved the anonymity, it felt liberating. He gently slid the hand of my dress and unhooked my bra, so easily and that turns me on. He stands in front of me, undressing himself. His abs were visible, well-built. He had a stern look on his face. I could see his light brown eyes in the dark. My heart kept pumping, I didn't know what the feeling was, but I was loving it. "Get over here already" he added in a voice so soft it made my pussy drip. His voice was so authoritative that I could not help but obey him. "Get down on your knees already". I slid down to my knees, feeling a warm liquid in my pussy. He revealed his huge cock and it was so hard already. "Put that mouth to good use" he orders. I didn't know why I obeyed but I did. I gulped his huge cock down and my nipple hardened weirdly. "Fuck, your mouth is so tight and surprisingly good". I heard him curse and taking that as a compliment, I moved my hand, circling his balls and he let out a loud moan. "Use your saliva, you slut" He said those filthy words to me but it only made me wetter. I had watched a few p**n videos but I had never thought I would be doing this, not with a stranger! This was definitely scary but it felt good too. I spat on his cock again and then moved my hands again. This time, it was easier. His hands reached for my hair and he pulled me down onto his cock. I felt an uncontrollable itch in my pussy, I was horny. I had only taken the tip of his cock and I wasn't sure I could take any more. "How small is your mouth?" he says in a very sexy voice. I wrapped my hands around it and took my mouth to the tip of his cock. I knew it would be a sensitive spot and so I let my tongue play around there. "Fuck, suck on it and lick it right there". I liked the taste of his cock and so I took it and gently placed it between my boobs, rubbing them on it. I could see the veins on it, so huge, so sexy. "Arrrghhh", I looked up at him not sure whether he was enjoying the moment but I could barely see his pupils anymore. It was just like in the movies. Before I knew it, he pulled me up from the ground and flung me on the bed, sliding his hands around my clits in such a satisfying way. I bite my lower lip and let out a moan. "You like that?" he asks but I'm too freaked out to answer "Answer me!" he says dominantly. "Mhmm" that was all I could say. He gets down on me, rubbing his tongue around my pussy while I push his head down. He runs his tongue from my pussy to my nipple, sucking on me like a starved baby. And then, he slides his cock into my hole "A tight slut… that has to be the first" he says. All I wanted was a taste of that older stranger's cock, I didn't have time to ask any questions. It was a satisfying bittersweet feeling. I cried out loudly but he didn't stop. It was slow at first but then he increased the pace. This was good, "Fuck me daddy" I cried out. What was I saying, who was I, who was this sexy man and why does this feel so good? I groan, leaning my body over his."Ride me, little princess", He commands, panting, maintaining eye contact, and guiding my hips. "Put me in, please…" I plead, biting my lower lip, trying to control the sensation that's taking over my body. He's rubbing his dick on my clits, sliding it into my wet entrance. "You slut" he says, smacking my boobs as I ride him.Clinton’s POVThe suite was quiet.Every detail in the room had already been arranged hours ago.My suit hung perfectly pressed near the window.Shoes aligned beneath it.Cufflinks placed exactly where they should be.Nothing out of place.Nothing left to chance.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie slowly.The kind of movement that didn’t require thought anymore.Because this wasn’t new.Not really.This wasn’t about emotion.It wasn’t about nerves.It wasn’t even about the wedding itself.This was about execution.Today was the final step in something that had been building long before anyone started talking about vows and rings.TodayThat was all it had taken to put everything back into position.To stabilize what had started slipping.To restore balance.And now…all that was left…was to complete it.A soft knock came from the door.Not hesitant.Not rushed.Expected.“Come in.”The door opened without delay.My mother stepped in.Already dressed.Already composed.A
Jonathan’s POVI stood by the window, staring out at a city that didn’t care what day it was.Cars moved.People walked.Life continued.Unbothered.Unaffected.And somewhere in that same city…Rachael was getting married.The thought didn’t land all at once.It settled slowly.Like something heavy pressing down on my chest… inch by inch.Unavoidable.Real.“She’s really going through with it.”Capri’s voice broke through the silence behind me.I didn’t turn.Didn’t respond immediately.Because what was there to say?He already knew.We both did.“Yes,” I said finally.Capri let out a quiet breath.The kind that carried more than just air.“You should stay away from the venue.”That made me turn.Slowly.My eyes met his.“And do what instead?”He didn’t answer immediately.Because there wasn’t a good answer.Not one that made sense.Not one that fixed anything.Capri ran a hand over his face.“You’re not going to stop it.”The words landed exactly where they were meant to.I held his
Rachael’s POVDays flew by.Not slowly.Not gently.They rushed past me like I wasn’t even part of them.And just like that…I was sitting in front of a mirror.Still.Silent.While someone else built a bride around me.“Hold still.”The stylist’s voice was soft but firm as her fingers moved through my hair.Pinning.Twisting.Shaping it into something elegant.Something perfect.Something that didn’t feel like me.I stared at my reflection.Watching it happen.Watching myself disappear… slowly… carefully… intentionally.Another woman stood behind me, brushing powder across my face.Light.Precise.Every movement controlled.Every detail planned.“Don’t move your lips.”I hadn’t even realized I was.I swallowed and went still again.Across the room…my dress hung.Pressed.Displayed like something sacred.White.Structured.Beautiful.And not mine.My eyes lingered on it for a moment longer than they should have.Because even now…I couldn’t connect to it.Couldn’t feel anything towar
Rachael’s POV“I’m on my way home.”I stared at the message for a second before hitting send.It delivered instantly.And just like that… there was no undoing anything.No pretending last night didn’t happen.No pushing it into some quiet corner of my mind where it wouldn’t matter.Because it did matter.More than I wanted to admit.More than I was ready to deal with.My phone buzzed almost immediately.Bella.“Good. And don’t come in through the back door like a criminal. Just act normal”A small smile slipped onto my lips.Act normal.As if I even remembered what that felt like anymore.Another message came in.“And fix your face before you enter. You look guilty even through text.”I let out a soft breath.Of course she would say that.Of course she would see through me even without being here.I typed back quickly.I’m fine.She replied instantly.You’re never fine. Just come home.I didn’t respond to that.Because she wasn’t wrong.By the time I stepped into the house, Bella was
Rachael’s POV“I’m not going to be gentle. I’m starved Rachael. If we’re doing this, you’ll take it till I’m satisfied.” he warned, gripping my thighs and lifting me onto the bed.His cock pressed against my center. I moaned so hard, wrapping my legs around him, grinding against him, my body aching for more.His hands gripped my boobs, his fingers tweaking my nipples.“Fuck!”, I exhaled.“I want to finger your pussy till you cum.”“Do anything you want… I’m yours tonight.”I whispered.His cock slammed in and out of me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.With one hard deep thrust, I was cumming but he didn’t stop.“I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”As he increased his pace, he came, his cock deep inside me, as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweating.The rain hadn’t stopped.I could still hear it.I lay curled against him, my head resting lightly on his chest.His arm was wrapped around me… firm, grounding… like he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.For the first
Rachael’s POVWhat if I don’t want this anymore?The thought didn’t leave.It stayed.Sat heavy in my chest… louder than everything else.Louder than the pressure.Louder than the wedding.Louder than my father’s voice in my head.I stared at the ring box in my hand.Like if I didn’t open it again… none of this would be real.A knock came at my door.I didn’t answer.“Rachael.”My father.Of course.“I know you’re inside.”I wiped quickly at my face before walking over and opening the door.He stepped in without waiting.His eyes moved around the room briefly before settling on me.“You’re not dressed.”“For what?”“The dinner.”I frowned.“What dinner?”He looked at me like I had just asked the most ridiculous question.“The Brooks. Tonight.”My chest tightened.Of course.Another reminder.Another obligation.“I didn’t know about it.”“Well, now you do.”His tone was flat.Like this was nothing.Like this didn’t matter.“I just got back,” I said quietly.“And?”I stared at him.“I’m
Rachael’s POVMary Hills did not fill a room with noise.She filled it with awareness.Even sitting quietly on Bella’s couch, she carried the calm authority of someone used to being listened to.Bella, unfortunately, had never been very good at silence.“…and then Clinton decided the announcement s
Rachael’s POVFor a moment I stayed where I was.The balcony door had already closed behind Jonathan, but the air still felt warmer than it had a few minutes ago.‘The real version of that night was a lot harder to forget.’The words replayed in my head whether I wanted them to or not.I exhaled sl
Rachael’s POV"Rachael!". Mom calls out, peeping through my door.I sit up, "Yes?""The Brooks requested that you be at their house by twelve today.""Why?"She hesitates, "I don't know. Wedding preparations or something like that".Of courseI glance at the clock. It's barely past nine. My chest t
Rachael's POVThe room is already too loud when I walk in.Fabric samples cover the long table, silks, satins, and lace in shades of ivory, champagne, and blush. The wedding planner talks endlessly about color themes and preparation, but my head is pounding. Everything feels too tight, too fast lik







