FUCKED BEFORE THE RING

I rushed into the kitchen, the smell of burnt cake filling my nostrils.

 I cursed under my breath as I emptied the charred remains into the bin. 

As I began washing the cake pan, I felt my skirt being pulled up. I turned around to see Noah, his eyes filled with lust. Without a word, he entered me from behind, his dick sliding effortlessly into my wet pussy.

I moaned softly as he fucked me, my hands gripping the edge of the sink. 

The sensation of him inside me was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he went deeper. But just as things were getting good, the doorbell rang.

Noah quickly pulled out and hurried upstairs to shower and change.

 I sprayed myself with perfume to mask the scent of sex and went to answer the door. 

It was Noah’s  father — my husband. I greeted him with a kiss, but he wanted more. 

He tried to take things further, for the first time in like centuries. I said in my head 

but I reminded him that Noah was home and could see us. 

He slumped onto the couch as I went to put his bag away.

Noah POV

Later that evening, I was coming downstairs, showered, and clean when I heard my father and my stepmom, Natasha, having a conversation, though it carried the tone of a slight disagreement.

“I’ve made up my mind, Natasha. Take it or leave it,” my father said calmly and confidently, taking the other stairs up to his room.

I came down and walked towards my mom. She had a saddened look. 

I feared he had already found out what happened between me and his wife. 

But how could he even find out and be so calm? I thought to myself.

 “What just happened, Mom?” I asked with curiosity all over my speech.

“Your father wants to get you married, son,” she said, placing her hands on my arm.

“Oh…” but of course, I wasn’t surprised, I was just nervous. I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and grabbed a bottle of milk. Then I headed back. I still saw Mom on the couch, lost in her little world.

I went up to my room.

The next day, the bride arrived. The moment she walked in, my breath stalled. Everyone around me had blurred away.

It was her.

My school sweetheart.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I forgot how to breathe; her presence dragged me back to every stolen glance, every half-finished kiss, every night I imagined her.

She hadn’t changed; if anything, she was even more beautiful now.

She stood there in a flowing dress, eyes wide, lips parted, as if she’d seen a ghost.

The air between us was intense, charged with everything unspoken from years ago — every stolen glance in class, every almost-kiss, every night I lay awake imagining what it would feel like to finally have her.

I managed to hide my expression, but inside, I was burning.

 My father’s voice boomed with introductions, polite laughter filled the air, but none of it touched me.

 All I could see was her. All I could hear was my heartbeat. 

She was too beautiful, with long dark hair and piercing green eyes.

“Let me… show you around,” I offered, but my voice didn’t come out as smoothly as I intended.

She nodded, and the moment her family’s eyes weren’t on us, I led her down the hall.

Every step away from them felt like we were breaking rules. Alone now, her perfume surrounded me, soft and potent.

“It’s been a while,” she said, her smile trembling between nerves and something far more dangerous.

“Too long,” I answered, my gaze dropping to her lips before I caught myself.

We walked slowly, just talking, catching up on everything we’d missed over the years.

On the surface, it felt casual, but underneath… it wasn’t. The tension was there, the hunger. Our shoulders brushed once, then again, and neither of us stepped away.

Her laugh hit me hard—it took me straight back to those nights when we were kids, standing under streetlights, wanting each other more than we could admit.

When her fingers touched mine as I opened the door, it was deliberate.

My chest tightened instantly. I looked at her; really looked, and the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She still wanted me.

And God, I still wanted her—only now it was impossible to ignore. Arranged marriages don’t usually come with your school sweetheart attached.

Natasha  POV

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched Noah interact with her. But as the day wore on, I began to notice something strange.

The bride acted like she didn’t want to be near Noah, but when they weren’t together, she seemed uncomfortable.

That night, after everyone had gone home and his father had gone to bed, I snuck into Noah’s room.

He was naked, his dick already hard. He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming my body.

 I could feel his excitement, and I knew he was ready for more.

He turned me around and entered me from behind, his dick filling me completely.

 I moaned as he thrust into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

 I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he fucked me, his pace quickening with each thrust.

I reached down and began to stroke my clit, my fingers sliding easily over my wet pussy. The sensation of Noah inside me, combined with the stimulation of my clit, was almost too much to bear.

I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, my breath coming in short gasps.

Noah reached around and grabbed my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples roughly. I let out a cry of pleasure as I came, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

Noah followed soon after, his dick throbbing inside me as he came.

As we lay there, panting and sweaty, Noah turned to me with a wicked grin. “You know who that bride is, don’t you?” he asked.

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath.

“She’s my senior from secondary school,” he said. 

“And she’s always had a thing for me.”

I looked at him in shock, not sure how to respond.

“Don’t worry,” he said, kissing me softly. “You’ll always have a part of me… even if someone else has the rest.”

And with that, he pulled me close and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.