Chapter 3- THE WEDDING MORNING

The day of the wedding came faster than I expected.

That morning it felt quiet in the big upstairs room. Soft light came through the thin curtains and landed on the carpet. My white dress hung on the tall stand near the mirror, simple and clean the way Ethan and I had picked it out together. I stood in front of the glass wearing only my bra and matching panties, trying to finish the last of my makeup.

My hands shook a little as I held the lipstick. The small changes to my face still felt strange some days, but today they made me look like any other bride that was getting ready for their wedding.

I leaned closer to the mirror and fixed a smudge under my eye. Outside the door I could hear distant voices and soft music already starting downstairs. Ethan was probably with his best man by now. Everything was supposed to feel perfect. I told myself it did.

Then the door suddenly opened behind me without a knock.

I turned around fast.

A young man stood in the doorway. No pants. His shirt hung open and loose. His cock was already out, hard and thick, standing straight up. The head looked swollen and shiny. It was bigger than anything I had seen or felt in a very long time. He stared at me like he had been waiting for this exact moment.

“Riley,” he said in a low voice. “Even with the new face and the different hair, I knew it was you the second I saw you walking through the hallway earlier.”

My heart jumped. “Who are you? You can’t be in here. Get out right now.”

He stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him. “I used to watch every single one of your scenes. Twice sometimes. That body doesn’t change just because you fixed your jaw a little. I still know what that pussy likes.”

I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but they dropped to his cock again. Thick. Heavy. Veins running along the side. My pussy clenched hard without permission and got wet so fast it surprised me. A warm line of wetness slid down my inner thigh and kept going.

The promises I made to Ethan ran through my head one after another. I had sworn I would never let the old urge take control again. I had promised him I was done with that life. I had looked him in the eyes and said the girl from the videos was gone for good. I repeated those words to myself every night for months.

But it had been so long since something that size stood in front of me. My body remembered the stretch and the deep pressure. The careful, short nights with Ethan suddenly felt small and unfinished. More wetness slipped out of me and ran down onto my lap, soaking the thin fabric of my panties. My pussy began to itch me.

“We can’t do this,” I whispered. “I’m getting married in less than two hours.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it once, slow and deliberate. “Then we make it quick. No one has to know. Look at you already. I'm sure you're dripping down your legs. That pussy is already begging for it.”

I hated how right he was. My panties were soaked through. The ache between my legs felt the same as the ones that used to keep me up after long days on set. I told myself it would only take a minute. Just enough to calm the need and focus on the wedding. Then I would put the dress on, walk downstairs, and stand next to Ethan like nothing had happened.

My hands moved before my mind could stop them. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and pushed them down over my hips. They fell to my ankles in a small wet pile. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Then I reached for the wedding dress on the stand, lifted it off the hanger, and pulled it over my head. The soft fabric settled around my body. I grabbed the front of the skirt with both hands and raised it all the way up to my waist, holding the material against my stomach. I turned around, bent forward a little, and placed my hands on the edge of the vanity. My ass faced him, open and ready.

“Hurry,” I said over my shoulder. “Before someone comes looking for me.”

He moved in close behind me. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my wet entrance. One strong push and he sank all the way inside in a single stroke. I bit down hard on my lower lip to keep from making a sound. He filled me completely. Every inch stretched me open the way nothing had in years. My walls gripped him tight right away. The pressure felt perfect and dangerous at the same time.

He started to move.

First stroke. Deep and steady. I felt every part of him slide in and out.

Second stroke. Harder this time. My hips pushed back against him without me meaning to.

Third stroke. The wet sound of him moving inside me filled the quiet room. My legs started to shake. Doubt hit me harder than the thrusts. How was I supposed to change for good when this still felt like the only thing that reached the empty place inside me? How was I supposed to stand next to Ethan later and say the vows while my body still craved exactly this? I really hoped Ethan had a huge dick and could satisfy me exactly how I wanted it.

Then the fourth stroke.

I was about to tell him to go faster when a knock suddenly came at the door.