Ruined On My Wedding Day-2

ROSE

Daniel knocked again, softer this time. “Rose? You okay in there? I saw you come this way.”

Elias was still buried deep inside me, his thick cock twitching, his cum already leaking out around where we were joined. His hand clamped over my mouth before I could answer. His eyes burned into mine, dark and possessive, daring me to speak.

I nodded frantically. He eased his hand away but didn’t pull out. Instead he rolled his hips slowly, grinding the head of his cock against that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.

“I’m… I’m fine,” I called out, my voice shaky and breathless. “Just needed a minute alone. Wedding nerves, you know?”

Elias smirked against my neck and thrust forward again, slow and deep. I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan.

Daniel chuckled on the other side of the door. “That’s my girl. Want me to come in? We could have one last night before tomorrow. No pressure, just us.”

Elias’s eyes flashed with pure rage. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard. My back arched off the bed.

“No!” I gasped. “I… I want to stick to tradition. Bad luck and all that. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

A pause. “Alright, baby. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I whispered.

The second Daniel’s footsteps faded down the hallway, Elias flipped me onto my stomach and drove back into me with one brutal thrust.

“You love him?” he growled, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “Say it again while my cock is buried in this pussy.”

I moaned loudly, pushing back to take him deeper. “I don’t—fuck, Elias—harder.”

He gave it to me. He fucked me like he was punishing me for even saying those words to Daniel. Hard, deep strokes that slammed me into the mattress. The bed creaked violently. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust. His hand reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, rough circles while he railed me.

“Look at this bed,” he snarled against my ear. “Tomorrow you’ll be lying here with my best friend. But tonight this cunt is getting ruined by your stepbrother.”

I was shaking, another orgasm building fast. I reached back and gripped his thigh, nails digging in. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Elias spanked my ass hard, the sting blooming hot across my skin. He did it again and again, alternating sides while he pounded into me. The pain mixed with pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Cum for me,” he demanded. “Cum on the cock that actually owns you.”

I shattered. My pussy clamped down around him like a vice, gushing down his shaft as waves of pleasure tore through me. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my screams, body jerking uncontrollably.

Elias didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, even harder, chasing his own release. “That’s my good girl. Milk my cock. Take every drop like the slutty little stepsister you are.”

He buried himself to the hilt with a deep groan and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after heavy pulse. So much it overflowed immediately, running down my thighs and soaking the sheets I was supposed to share with Daniel tomorrow.

He stayed inside me, grinding slow, pushing his seed deeper while he kissed the back of my neck.

“You’re not marrying him,” he said quietly, voice rough. “I won’t let you.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Elias… this is insane. He’s your best friend. Our parents are out there. Everyone expects me to walk down that aisle tomorrow.”

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from my wrecked hole with dark satisfaction. Then he flipped me onto my back and spread my legs again. His fingers pushed inside me, scooping up his cum and pushing it back in.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I’ve waited years. I’m done sharing you.”

He climbed over me again, his cock already hardening. This time he took his time. He kissed down my body, sucking marks into my tits, my stomach, my inner thighs. When he reached my pussy he licked me clean, tongue gentle but possessive, until I was whimpering and tugging his hair.

Then he slid back inside me in one long, slow thrust.

We moved together like that for what felt like hours. Deep. Intense. His eyes never leaving mine. Every roll of his hips felt like a claim. I wrapped my legs around him and let him ruin me completely.

When we finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, he pulled me into his chest.

“Run away with me,” he whispered against my hair. “Tonight. Before the wedding.”

My heart pounded. Part of me wanted to say yes. The rest of me was terrified.

Before I could answer, my phone lit up on the nightstand. A text from Daniel.

*Can’t sleep. Coming over to hold you for a bit. Be there in 5.*

Elias read it over my shoulder. His arms tightened around me possessively, his cock still half-hard against my thigh.

“Tell him not to come,” he said.

But I could already hear footsteps approaching down the hallway.

Daniel was seconds away from walking in on his fiancée naked in bed with his best man, his cum still leaking out of me, while I tried to figure out how to stop a wedding that was never supposed to happen.