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*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 at all times 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 withstand. I didn’t want to. I knew that nothing would be able to keep us aside. 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 at all times 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.

I heard his belt buckle clink, then the slight buzzing sound of the zipper and the soft rustle as his pants fell to his feet. My pussy twitched and I shifted my weight from foot to foot, anticipating him stretching me. His hands warmed my ass as he parted my cheeks and nudged the head of his cock against the hot, wet entrance. I looked up at the cross on the wall in front of me. Something about fucking in a church was exhilarating. Even more so when the man about to slide into me was moments away from pledging his life to another woman.

He guided his cock into me, shifting forward to push slowly inside, inch by tantalizing inch. Alex had, simply put, a perfect dick. Large, thick, curved. It did things to me that I have never felt from another man. I wanted to push back, to sink him in impatiently. But I stayed put, part of me enjoying the tease.

“I want to feel every inch of this perfect tight little cunt,” he said, leaning over me. He grabbed one breast in each hand, using my chest as leverage to push further inside. Finally, he was all the way in. I closed my eyes. That first full feeling was at all times the best. My mind flashed to the first time I felt his cock inside me.

*If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.*

Alex and Charlotte jokingly glare out into the crowd, and everyone chuckles. Alex looks at me a beat longer than he probably should and I wink at him.

It was three days after the kiss in the alcove. I had given him my number before we parted methods and he texted me: “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for the last 72 hours. I have to see you again.” I had named a cafe down the street from my place and we met there, enjoying a cup of tea and an easy conversation.

“I’m not sure whether you look better dry or wet,” he joked as he smiled at me.

I invited him over, and we walked the short distance laughing and buzzing with the electricity of a new, special connection. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and had barely stepped inside when he pushed me against the wall, knocking the air out of me with a grunt. His lips were on mine instantly, and I wrapped my arms around him tightly. He pulled my leggings down to my thighs and nudged my legs aside with his knee, slipping a finger into my pussy. He moaned into my mouth as we kissed.

“Are you always this wet?” he asked, his voice heavy with lust.

“I guess you bring it out in me,” I said, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. He slipped another finger inside me and I squealed as we kissed again. His fingers stroked in and out of me in a slow rhythm. His thumb found my clit and he rubbed it until I came all over his hand. It didn’t take long, surprising us both.

“I need you inside me now,” I said, breathless, my clit pulsing from the recent orgasm. He stepped back for a moment as I pulled my shoes and leggings off, then he lifted me up, grabbing my ass as I wrapped my legs around him. He brought me to the kitchen counter, setting me there as he pulled his shorts down. I reached down and grabbed his hard cock.

“Fuck,” I whispered, “it’s so big.”

“Are you ready for this?” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Without waiting for my response, he thrust up into my pussy. I cried out in pleasure. My vision wavered around the edges for a moment as I became lightheaded. I wrapped my legs around him again, this time with his cock deep inside me. We fucked like that for a few moments, before he groaned that he was gonna cum if we didn’t stop.

“Don’t you dare pull out of me,” I moaned, biting his neck.

That pushed him over the edge and he filled my pussy with cum for the first time. “God damn, you feel amazing,” he muttered as the last pulses of his orgasm faded.

We fucked three more times that night, each one a different blend of lust, need, and burgeoning affection. It was during the last time that he admitted everything to me.

“Lara, I have to tell you something,” he said softly, stroking my hair.

“Tell me when you’re inside me,” I replied, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hardening cock. I rode him slowly, grinding as he played with my tits.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, “you’re perfect.”

I started bouncing on him, my tits bounding up and down. He thrust up into me, pushing my body upwards and getting even deeper. His fingers flicked, rubbed and pulled my little clit as I worked my body on top of him. We were both getting closer to orgasm again. I couldn’t help but feel alive as this man filled me in a way no one else had.

“Tell me,” I groaned, my climax approaching. “Mmm, I’m going to cum again.”

“Fuck… you feel so…fuuuuuuck…..” he grunted and arched his back, his cum spurting inside me again. Watching him climax was so incredibly hot to me.

“Tell me, you naughty boy,” I said, biting my lip. “Tell me while I cum.”

He rubbed my clit harder. I felt myself fall off the cliff, my body shaking as I came hard on his cock squeezing it, even as he softened. I could feel our cum spilling out around him. His words sounded far away.

“I have a fiancee,” he said, his fingers still strumming my clit.

I came again immediately.

*Are you, Alexander, ready to enter into this sacred bond of marriage?*

*I am.*

Back in the office, Alex pinched and rolled my nipples in his fingers, beginning to thrust hard and deep. His passion was undeniable, and he fucked me as though it would be our last time together.

“God, I’ll never get used to how good you feel,” he groaned. “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

Time stood still when we fucked, but it was never long enough. My body craved him whenever we were aside. He held my nipples between his thumb and middle finger, flicking them with his index finger. I moaned and bit my lip.

*Are you, Charlotte, ready to enter into this sacred bond of marriage?*

*I am.*

“I want us to cum together,” he grunted as he fucked me. “Then I’ll marry her with your cum all over my dick.” His balls slapped against my clit as he pounded into me faster. It wouldn’t take much longer for either of us.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “My secret slut.” His fingers expertly worked my nipples. I could feel my orgasm mounting. I couldn’t help it. I loved being his dirty secret. The one that he craved at all hours, so much that he would sneak out and slip his fingers inside me, just to taste my pussy again.

*At this time will you take out the rings you have for each other, for these rings will be a visible sign of the vows you have made.*

“Cum for me, Lara.” He bit my earlobe, flicking the tender flesh with his tongue. Then he said what he knew would tip me over the edge every time.

“Thinking of you is the only way I can cum when I fuck her.”

*Your love will be constant as you walk together into the unknown. Your rings and your vows will hold you together no matter what may come.*

“Oh god…” I moaned as my legs trembled with my orgasm. He followed immediately, pushing balls-deep and shooting rope after rope of his cum deep inside me. My breath came in ragged gasps as my climax shook my body.

I collapsed onto the desk, the wood cold against my bare breasts. Alex laid on my back, both of us panting. We stayed that way for only a few moments before he pulled his softening cock out of me and pulled up his pants. A large drop fell from my aching pussy and splatted softly on the carpet.

*Now that Charlotte and Alexander have given themselves to each other by the promises they have exchanged, I pronounce them to be husband and wife, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.*

I watch them kiss, smiling politely. They walk down the aisle with their arms linked, and we all stand, clapping for them before mingling and heading to the reception area.

I take a glass of champagne off the bar and walk among the different groups of people discussing the ceremony, catching the normal soundbites.

“Charlotte looked so beautiful!”

“Did you see how Alex looked at her? They’re so in love.”

“What a gorgeous wedding.”

My eyes fall on the guest book and I smile again. I walk over and wait as the couple in front of me finishes their well-wishes. Taking up the pen, I write the best thing I can think of in a loopy, delicate cursive.

“What a perfect day. I am so glad I came. – L”

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