Before the Vows

### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter One: Just Talk**

The ballroom had emptied hours ago.

Soft candlelight still flickered from the centerpieces. The band had packed up, the staff long gone, and only the faint hum of air conditioning broke the silence. The dance floor was clean again, smooth and empty under the chandeliers.

**Claire** stood in the middle of it all, barefoot and alone, in her white rehearsal dress--the one her mother had called "tastefully seductive." It hugged her curves with casual elegance, the hem stopping dangerously close to the tops of her thighs. Her blonde curls had loosened over the night, framing her face in soft disarray.

She wasn't nervous. Not really.

If anything, she felt still. Finally.

**Daniel** was everything she'd wanted. Kind. Funny. The type of man who made her tea when she was sick, kissed her forehead in public, and never made her feel like she had to perform to be loved. He was safe. In the best way.

She was marrying him tomorrow.

So why hadn't she gone back to the suite yet?

The sound of footsteps echoed near the ballroom entrance. Claire turned her head just as **Jaxon** stepped inside--his tall frame silhouetted by the dim light. His dress shirt was half undone, sleeves rolled up, tie gone, shoes silent on the floor.

Of course it was him.

> "You just haunting the place now?" he asked, his voice a low, amused drawl.

Claire smiled faintly. "Just needed a second."

> "Thought so." He held up a water bottle. "I bribed a bartender before they packed up. Figured the bride might still be lurking."

He tossed it to her underhand. She caught it.

> "Thanks," she said, unscrewing the cap.

Jaxon stepped onto the dance floor casually, his movements always effortless, like the world adjusted around him. He didn't ask if she was okay. He didn't need to.

> "Big day tomorrow," he said.

> "Mmm."

> "You ready?"

Claire looked over at him, amused. "Isn't that usually the question for the groom?"

> "Daniel's already asleep. You're the mystery."

> "There's no mystery. I love him."

> "Didn't say you didn't."

His tone wasn't challenging. If anything, it was respectful. Curious. Like he was trying to figure out a puzzle without ruining it.

They stood in silence for a moment. She took a sip of water and studied him.

Jaxon was... difficult. Always had been. He was cocky, too quick with a joke, always slightly unbuttoned. The kind of man who made women laugh too easily and never stuck around long enough to explain himself. But he'd been good to Daniel. Loyal. Funny. Honest, even when it was uncomfortable.

And somehow, always around her.

Too close. Too often.

> "You and Daniel have been friends since... college?" she asked.

> "First year. He hated me."

> "I can see why."

He chuckled. "Fair."

> "But he kept you around?"

> "I grew on him. Like a rash."

Claire laughed.

> "He's lucky," she said after a moment.

> "He knows."

Jaxon's voice softened a bit. "He really does."

They stood facing each other now, a few feet apart.

Claire's eyes drifted down his chest for a half-second--just a breath too long. The open buttons, the strong collarbones. Her gaze snapped back up.

He didn't comment. Didn't smirk. For once, he just... watched her.

> "You look beautiful tonight," he said, quiet.

Claire blinked.

> "Jaxon..."

> "Not hitting on you. Just telling the truth."

She didn't respond right away.

There was a weight to the air now--unspoken, dense with something they both felt but wouldn't name. The kind of thing that clung to silence, that grew stronger the longer they didn't move.

> "You ever think about how weird this all is?" she finally asked.

> "What part?"

> "All of it. The wedding. The families. The lifelong promises. The being certain."

Jaxon's mouth twitched. "Is that you being uncertain?"

Claire shook her head. "No. I know what I want."

> "Then you're already ahead of most people."

She smiled.

Another pause.

> "You know," she said, tilting her head, "you're being kind of decent tonight."

> "You say that like it's a surprise."

> "It is."

That earned a low chuckle from him.

The speaker system hummed softly behind them--still on from earlier. A slow, crackly love song began to play, soft and unobtrusive, like a ghost of the party.

Claire turned toward the sound.

Jaxon followed her gaze.

> "Weird they didn't shut it off," he murmured.

> "I don't mind," she said. "It's... nice."

They stood there, the music drifting through the room, soft strings filling the quiet.

> "You staying a while?" she asked.

> "Depends."

> "On what?"

He met her eyes.

> "If you're still here."

Claire didn't answer. She looked away, toward the dance floor.

And somewhere in her stomach, something turned over--something light and dangerous and deeply wrong.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Two: The First Dance**

The music changed.

It drifted in softly--an old jazz tune, slow and smoky, curling through the empty ballroom like cigarette smoke and secrets. Claire turned her head slightly, one heel still off, her body warm with wine and late-night quiet.

She moved without thinking. One barefoot step onto the polished floor. Then another. Her hips swayed just a little too much for a solo bride the night before her wedding--but that was part of the thrill.

She wasn't trying to be seductive.

Not really.

But she knew **Jaxon** was watching.

He sat a few feet away, half in shadow, leaning back in a chair with his long legs spread and one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His eyes followed her every move--dark, unreadable, too focused for comfort.

She felt it like a hand on her skin.

Claire turned her back to him and began to dance.

Nothing dramatic. Just a sway of the hips, a roll of her shoulders. She closed her eyes, letting the music guide her. The hem of her white rehearsal dress fluttered as she spun slowly, curls brushing her cheek.

She smiled to herself. It felt good. Liberating. A little wicked.

She slid her hands down her sides, swaying more slowly now, hips leading every motion. She let the song sink into her bones and gave herself over to it--because why not? She was getting married tomorrow. This was her last night of freedom.

Behind her, she heard a chair creak.

She turned her head slightly and caught his stare.

Still seated. Still watching.

But his jaw was tighter now.

Good, she thought. Let him squirm.

She bit her lip and twirled again, letting the skirt of her dress ride just a bit higher as she arched her back. She didn't look at him this time. She didn't have to. His eyes burned through the air.

The song faded. Another began--slower this time. Deep bass, soft vocals.

She was about to step away when his voice broke the silence.

> "You like putting on a show, don't you?"

She froze mid-step and looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed, but she met his gaze with a crooked smile.

> "Maybe a little," she admitted, breathless.

Jaxon stood.

Slowly.

He walked toward her--not rushed, not hesitant, but with the kind of calm tension that made her skin tighten. He stopped just a few inches away, tall and solid and far too close.

> "You always dance alone?" he asked.

Her heart thudded.

> "Tonight, yeah."

He studied her face for a long beat.

> "Do you want to dance?" he asked, voice low.

She hesitated.

Claire wasn't drunk. Not really. But she was warm, loose, lightheaded. She could still feel Daniel's goodnight kiss on her cheek, could still picture the suit he'd wear tomorrow. She loved him.

But Jaxon was here.

And Jaxon was staring at her like she was the only thing that had ever held his interest for longer than a breath.

She swallowed hard.

> "Just one," she whispered.

He nodded once, held out a hand.

She took it.

His palm was rough and warm against hers.

He pulled her in slowly, one hand resting at her waist, the other holding her fingers. Their bodies met--not flush, but close. Her chest brushed his as they began to move, slow and deliberate.

She could feel the heat in him.

His touch was light. Careful. But she still felt trapped between his body and the music, the way he moved like he wasn't dancing--just claiming space she'd forgotten was hers.

> "Still having fun?" he murmured near her ear.

> "It's just a dance," she said, trying to sound breezy.

> "Sure," he said. "And I'm just being polite."

She looked up at him, biting back a smile.

> "You're impossible."

> "You're beautiful."

Her breath caught.

> "You shouldn't say things like that."

> "Why not? It's true."

His hand slid slightly lower on her back--not obscene, but lower than Daniel ever went when they danced in public. She felt his fingertips brush bare skin just above the dip of her dress.

> "Jaxon..."

> "Relax," he said, voice rougher now. "Just following your lead."

She couldn't look at him anymore.

She dropped her head slightly, let her cheek graze the edge of his collarbone, lips near his neck but not touching. She felt him exhale, slow and hard.

> "This doesn't mean anything," she whispered.

> "Then why are you shaking?"

Her fingers curled tighter against his chest.

> "I'm not."

> "Liar."

His lips weren't on her, but they hovered close--so close she could feel his breath against the shell of her ear.

> "You know what the worst part is?" he murmured.

> "What?"

> "I'm not even trying to fuck this up."

Her knees almost buckled.

> "I know you love him. I know you're loyal. I'm not asking for anything more than this. Just... this."

Claire's heart slammed in her chest. The music wrapped around them like smoke. Her body trembled in his hold--not because she was afraid, but because she knew exactly how dangerous it felt to be wanted like this.

She looked up again. He was already watching her.

> "You can stop anytime," he said, his voice barely a growl. "Just say it."

She didn't.

Instead, she kept dancing. Slowly. Closer.

Her thigh brushed his. Her breath mingled with his. Her pulse beat against his chest.

And when his hand tightened at her waist, she didn't move away.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Three: The Second Dance**

The next song came on like silk--low, slow, the kind of rhythm that didn't ask for movement but pulled it out of your body anyway.

Claire didn't let go.

Jaxon's hand was still on her waist. Hers rested on his chest now, not clasped politely but splayed flat--feeling the steady thud of his heart under her palm. They'd danced through the first song in silence, heat building under the skin of every brush, every shift.

Now... they were closer.

And neither of them pretended it wasn't happening.

Claire let herself sway into him just a little more. Her leg slid against his. Her cheek brushed the base of his neck again--and lingered.

Jaxon's breath grew rougher, slower.

> "You're good at this," she murmured, surprising herself.

> "At what?"

> "Making it feel like the world doesn't exist outside this room."

> "Maybe the world doesn't," he replied. "Not right now."

She bit her lip, but smiled. "That's dangerous."

> "Only if you let it be."

Their steps slowed. His hand slid just slightly lower on her back, almost cradling the top of her ass. Her eyes flicked up to him--but she didn't pull away.

> "So," he said casually, like they weren't pressed together chest-to-thigh, "Tell me something about Daniel."

She blinked, caught off guard. "Why?"

> "Because you're marrying him tomorrow. And I want to know what makes the guy worthy of *you*."

She narrowed her eyes, but it was playful. "You planning to give a toast or steal me?"

He smirked. "Maybe both."

She laughed--and then gave in.

> "Okay," she said softly. "Daniel is... gentle. Thoughtful. He pays attention to the smallest things. Like the fact that I hate olives, or that I always get cold when I nap. He keeps an extra sweater in his car just for me."

Jaxon tilted his head slightly. "He sounds like the human version of chamomile tea."

She rolled her eyes. "It's called stability, Jaxon."

> "Mm," he murmured, his thumb now tracing subtle circles against the curve of her spine. "I'm not knocking it. Just trying to imagine it."

> "What?"

> "You. With someone who always plays it safe."

She stiffened, just a little. "He's not boring."

> "Didn't say he was." His voice was low again, careful. "But you... you've got a fire in you. I see it when you get mad. When you laugh too hard. When you're teasing me and trying not to admit you're enjoying it."

She looked up at him, her expression unreadable.

> "Daniel loves me," she said quietly.

> "I believe that."

> "And I love him."

> "I know."

They kept moving. Slower now. Her hips brushed his as they turned. Her lips were just below his jaw, and when she spoke, her breath warmed his skin.

> "He... he makes me feel safe."

> "And right now?" Jaxon asked, husky. "Do you feel safe with me?"

Claire's mouth opened slightly. She didn't answer.

Because the truth was--**no**, not exactly. Not the kind of safe Daniel gave her.

But something inside her *liked* that.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she shifted in his arms. Her body was reacting faster than her brain--warm, achy, aware of every inch of him pressed against her. Even the feel of his belt buckle against her abdomen made her skin flush.

Jaxon leaned closer, his lips beside her temple.

> "You're turned on," he said softly, like he was reading her mind. "Aren't you."

She stiffened.

> "Jaxon..."

> "I can feel it in the way you breathe. How your fingers twitch on my chest. You're thinking about Daniel and talking about him, but you're pressed against *me*."

Her nails curled slightly into his shirt. She hated how right he was.

> "It's just the wine," she whispered.

> "No. It's me," he said. "It's *us.*"

She inhaled sharply.

He didn't kiss her. He didn't even lower his hand from where it hovered at the small of her back. But his voice? His voice was doing things to her that no hands ever could.

> "What do you think he'd do if he saw this?" Jaxon asked. "You... melting against me like this?"

She pulled back slightly, guilt hitting her like a ripple. But his hand was still on her, grounding her.

> "This isn't fair," she said.

> "No. It isn't."

> "I love him."

> "Then tell me to stop."

She opened her mouth. Then closed it.

The song shifted again. Slower. Steamier.

She didn't move away.

> "Claire..." Jaxon murmured, watching her like a wolf watches a flicker of weakness in the snow. "You think this is dangerous now? Wait until we don't stop."

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her skin was flushed, breath uneven.

> "We are stopping," she said.

> "Of course," he said smoothly. "You're just letting me feel how much you like this... first."

She hated that he was right. She hated how wet she was under the dress. And most of all, she hated that her nipples were hard against the fabric and Jaxon *definitely* noticed.

But she kept dancing.

Because no matter how wrong it was, it still wasn't a kiss. Still wasn't a touch she couldn't pretend didn't happen.

Not yet.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Four: The Third Dance (Final Version)**

The music slowed into a deep, pulsing rhythm that barely filled the silence.

Claire wasn't sure how they got here--how her body ended up pressed flush against Jaxon's, her back to his chest, hips tucked right between his. One minute she was spinning away to break the tension... the next, she was caged in his arms, his breath warming the side of her neck.

And now?

Now she could feel him.

All of him.

Hard. Thick. Unapologetic.

Pressed exactly where she didn't need temptation.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She should've moved. Should've stepped away the second she felt him start to grow behind her. But her legs stayed put. Weak. Wanting.

> "You feel that?" Jaxon whispered, voice rough and low. "That's not on purpose. That's what happens when you let me hold you like this."

Her eyes fluttered shut.

> "You're evil," she breathed.

> "You're still dancing with me."

His hand rested just above her waist, fingers curled around her stomach like he was holding her together. Then... slowly... it began to rise.

His palm slid upward. Over her ribs. Light. Careful. Like he was memorizing every inch of her skin through the thin layer of satin.

Claire bit her lip. Her head tilted slightly back toward his shoulder.

> "Say stop," he murmured. "You still can."

She didn't.

His hand kept going. Up. Just beneath the swell of her breast now.

Not cupping. Not yet.

She whimpered.

> "God, Claire..." he growled softly, lips brushing her temple. "Do you have *any* idea how fucking perfect you feel right now?"

Her knees buckled slightly at his words. Her thighs squeezed together. Her dress felt tighter somehow. Thinner. Every part of her was pulsing.

He shifted behind her. Just a little. Enough to make the pressure of his growing erection unmistakable--thick and fully hard now, straining against her ass as the rhythm of the music guided them in a slow, wicked sway.

Her breath came in shallow, trembling gasps.

And then--

Right before his hand could rise that last inch to cup her breast--

She reached up. Caught his wrist.

And turned her head over her shoulder to meet his mouth with her cheek.

> "No," she said quietly, eyes wide and hot. "Not tonight."

Her voice cracked on the last word, but her smile was there--wobbly, yes, but playful. A warning. A dare.

Jaxon stopped. Froze. But his arm stayed wrapped around her.

She turned forward again, kept dancing. Back to chest. Her hips brushing his. Her hand rested on his forearm now, as if anchoring herself to sanity.

> "You're killing me," he muttered against her ear.

> "I know," she whispered. "I'm killing myself too."

He exhaled hard through his nose.

But he didn't try again.

They just... kept dancing.

Her back against his chest.

His rock-hard length throbbing behind her.

And Claire?

She didn't stop the sway of her hips. Didn't stop biting her lip. Didn't stop wondering how she was ever going to look Daniel in the eye again--while still feeling the ghost of Jaxon's hands all over her body.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Five: The Edge**

She didn't know how long they'd been dancing.

Maybe it had only been a few minutes.

Maybe hours.

All Claire knew was that her body no longer belonged to her.

Her back was pressed to **Jaxon's** chest, his arm snug around her waist, and his other hand holding hers like they were ballroom dancing. Like this was some elegant moment. Like she wasn't currently soaked through her panties, her thighs sticky and trembling, her every breath a quiet plea for mercy.

And he hadn't even kissed her.

But his body behind her told a different story. He was hard. **Thick**. His cock pressed low and firm against her ass, and he wasn't doing a damn thing to hide it anymore.

What made it worse--what made her moan softly without meaning to--was the way he started to move.

Not much. Just a small shift in rhythm.

His hips.

Pressing forward.

Drawing back.

Forward.

Back.

The slow, deliberate **simulation of fucking her**. Still clothed. Still quiet. But unmistakable.

> "Jaxon..." she gasped, barely able to breathe.

> "Shhh," he whispered. "You're doing fine."

His voice was calm. Deep. Like he was helping her come down from a panic attack instead of building her up toward one.

> "You're so wet, Claire," he murmured, brushing his nose along her hairline. "I can feel the heat through your dress. You're gushing for me."

Her knees gave a little. Her head tipped back, landing against his shoulder.

> "I can't..." she whispered.

> "You are," he said. "You're letting me grind my cock against your ass. You're soaked. You're letting your fiancé's best friend dance with you like he's about to bend you over and rail you stupid."

She moaned--just a sound, not a word.

His hips pressed again. Slower. Firmer.

Her pussy clenched so hard it hurt.

Her heart was racing. Her vision blurred. Her hand gripped his forearm where it crossed her waist. Every part of her was fire and sin.

And then--

His mouth brushed her ear.

> "Wanna know what I'd do if we weren't in public?"

Claire whimpered.

> "I'd slide your panties to the side. Just enough to sink in. Just the tip. Make you beg before I gave you the rest."

She gasped.

> "You'd be so tight," he murmured. "So fucking hot. I wouldn't be able to stop. I'd grip your hips and slam into you so hard you'd scream."

> "God--Jaxon," she moaned. "Don't--"

> "And you'd love it," he went on. "You'd take every inch of me and still beg for more."

Her head dropped to his chest. She was panting. Her hips had started moving **with** him now, rolling gently back as his ground forward.

She could feel her slick soaking the crotch of her panties now--**undeniably wet. Shamefully wet.**

> "I'm not cheating," she whispered, as if saying it would somehow undo the way her body was trembling in his arms.

> "I know," he said softly. "But your pussy doesn't."

Her thighs trembled.

And then--somehow--it got worse.

Or better.

She wasn't even sure how the words formed. Maybe it was the wine. Or the way he made her feel. Or just the unbearable pressure between her legs. But suddenly, she heard herself say:

> "You're... big, aren't you?"

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Shameless.

Her eyes widened the moment they were out of her mouth. She froze.

> "Wait--I didn't mean--"

> "Yes, you did," Jaxon growled behind her, voice suddenly darker.

Her face flushed. She tried to turn her head, but he leaned in, close, his breath hot against her neck.

> "You've been wondering, haven't you?" he whispered. "Ever since that day at the pool. Or that night I came out of the shower and you looked for too long."

Claire whimpered. She had no idea how this was happening. She had no idea how she got here--*still dancing*, somehow, but also grinding herself into his rock-hard cock while discussing his size like it was casual conversation.

> "You think Daniel could handle watching me stretch you open?" Jaxon asked. "Think he'd cry, or jerk off in the corner?"

> "Stop it," she gasped, face red, voice shaking.

> "No," he whispered. "You asked what I was working with. Now I want to know something."

> "What?"

> "When's the last time someone *really* fucked you, Claire?"

She couldn't answer.

Because her pussy clenched again at just the question.

She was dizzy. Floating. Her head stayed on his chest, his arms around her like she belonged there. Her hips moved in time with his.

Still dancing.

Still somehow... technically innocent.

But her body?

Her panties were **soaked**. Her nipples were hard. Her core throbbed like it was ready to take him now--here, against the wall, on the floor, anywhere.

And she had no idea who she was anymore.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Six: The Crash (Rewritten)**

The air in the ballroom had changed.

The chandeliers above still glowed soft gold, but the room felt darker somehow--warmer. Heavy. Like the space had inhaled her secrets and was holding its breath, waiting.

Claire could barely move. Her thighs were slick. Her breathing unsteady. Her body--trapped, trembling, traitorous--was pressed against **Jaxon**, still facing away from him, locked in a slow, grinding rhythm that no longer resembled dancing.

This was *something else now.*

His thick cock was hard against her ass. And growing harder by the minute.

And she hadn't stopped him.

She hadn't even tried.

Jaxon's arms wrapped around her from behind. His hand gripped her lower stomach, holding her in place while his hips moved slowly, deliberately, against her backside. Each roll of his hips made her entire body jolt--each graze of his hardness sent a shockwave through her core.

> "You feel how hard I am for you?" he whispered in her ear. "This is what you've done to me."

Claire whimpered, letting her head drop back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

She couldn't deny it.

Her panties were **soaked**.

She could feel herself pulsing--throbbing--every time his hips pressed forward.

> "You're so fucking soft," he murmured, dragging his nose along the edge of her jaw. "So hot in my hands."

His free hand slid slowly up her side, his palm large, warm, and searching. He didn't ask. He didn't check. He just explored her body like he already owned it.

He skimmed the side of her breast--just enough to make her arch--then traced down again over her ribs and back to her waist.

Claire couldn't stop shaking.

> "God, Jaxon--"

> "Shh. Let me feel you."

And then--he leaned in.

His lips met her neck.

It wasn't a kiss at first. More like a drag of heat. His mouth opened against her throat, then closed around her skin with a slow, sucking pull that made her knees nearly collapse.

> "You taste so fucking good," he growled, his tongue flicking at the hollow just under her jaw.

Her nails dug into his forearm.

He kissed lower. Slower. His mouth warm and wet against her skin, licking softly, then sucking--just hard enough to leave heat behind.

Claire moaned, head falling to the side, eyes glazed, lips parted.

> "That's it," he whispered. "Give it to me. Let me hear what I'm doing to you."

Her hips moved now--*with* him. He guided her easily, pulling her back into every grind of his cock, letting her feel the **full pressure of his length** rubbing against her soaked center, separated by too little fabric.

Her mind was gone.

Her thoughts were gone.

All that existed was the heat between her thighs and the way his mouth devoured her neck like he'd been starving for it.

> "Your fiancé would hate this," Jaxon whispered. "Seeing you like this. Needy. Soaked. Letting another man touch you everywhere."

> "I'm not cheating," she panted, barely able to say the words.

> "You're letting me rub my cock into your ass while I suck on your neck," he growled. "You're dripping down your thighs. And you're not stopping me."

She whimpered again, her whole body shuddering. His mouth closed around the base of her neck and sucked *hard*, her breath catching in a strangled gasp.

> "You're jelly in my hands, Claire," he said. "You want more. I can feel it."

He wasn't wrong.

Her body had stopped obeying her. Her hips rolled. Her head stayed slack against him. Her breathing came in stuttering moans every time his tongue traced her pulse or his cock ground slow and thick against her.

Then it happened.

His hand slid lower. Down her stomach. Down to the top of her thigh. His fingers hooked the hem of her dress and lifted--just an inch.

Not to touch.

Not yet.

But to *threaten.*

> "You want to know what it feels like?" he breathed at her ear. "To have someone rip every last bit of control from you?"

> "I shouldn't..." she moaned. "I can't..."

> "You're already there," he whispered. "You just haven't admitted it yet."

Claire's eyes fluttered open.

She reached down, grabbed his hand--*not to push it away,* just to hold it in place.

To keep it from going any further.

She turned her head slightly--cheek brushing his. Lips dangerously close.

> "Not yet," she whispered.

> "I'll wait," he said, his voice wrecked and low. "But not long."

His cock twitched against her. **Huge. Demanding. Ready.**

And still... they danced.

Slow. Filthy. Drenched in heat and guilt.

Her body was no longer hers.

It was his.

And they both knew--one more push, one more moan, one more flick of his tongue--

And she'd give him everything.

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### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Seven: The First Kiss**

Claire's heart was slamming against her ribs.

Her thighs were soaked.

Her body was fire.

But still--somewhere inside--she held the line.

Held it with white knuckles and trembling hands.

> "I don't cheat," she whispered, voice thin and hoarse.

She could still feel his breath on her neck. His cock pressed thick and unforgiving against her ass. His hands still wrapped around her stomach, one resting just below her breast, the other hooked at her hip.

She was **falling apart** in his arms--but still, she said it.

> "I don't cheat."

Jaxon didn't mock her. He didn't smirk.

He just leaned closer.

> "Then prove it," he said, voice dark and steady.

She blinked.

> "W-What?"

> "I'm going to kiss you," he said softly. "Once. Slow. Real. And if you don't kiss me back--if you can keep still--then I'll walk out of this ballroom and never touch you again."

Her mouth opened. But no sound came out.

> "You don't have to say anything," he went on. "Just... don't move. Don't kiss me back. If you can do that, I'll believe you."

Her whole body tensed. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. The idea of his mouth on hers sent a violent jolt through her core. But still--she nodded.

> "Okay," she breathed. "Fine."

Jaxon said nothing. He just slid his hands up her arms--slow, warm, possessive--and turned her to face him.

She gasped.

His eyes were heavy, dark, full of something that burned low and dangerous. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. He looked at her like he was about to **devour** her.

> "Last chance to run," he said.

She didn't move.

His hand lifted, fingers curling gently under her jaw. Tilting her chin up. The pad of his thumb brushed her lower lip, and her knees almost buckled.

Then--he kissed her.

Not a peck. Not a tease.

A **kiss**.

Slow. Deep. His lips moved against hers like a man tasting something forbidden--something he'd dreamed of for too long and finally gotten.

Claire stood frozen at first. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. Her lips stayed still. She tried--tried so damn hard--not to respond.

But his mouth... oh, God. The warmth. The pressure. The *need*.

She made it five seconds.

Maybe six.

And then her lips moved.

Soft at first. A shift. A tremble.

Then deeper.

Her hands rose to his chest. She gasped into his mouth--and he took it. His tongue slipped between her lips, slow and sure, tasting her. Claiming her.

She moaned.

And that was the end.

He growled--deep, raw, triumphant--and crushed her to him.

One arm locked tight around her waist. The other slid *down*.

Over the curve of her back.

Over the swell of her hips.

Down to her ass.

And then--he grabbed it.

Hard.

Claire broke from the kiss with a breathless gasp, eyes wide as his fingers squeezed tight around the firm, sculpted round of her ass.

> "Fuck, Claire," Jaxon growled. "This ass..."

He squeezed again. **Both hands now.**

Full palms. Strong. Unapologetic. Like he was memorizing the weight and shape of her--pressing her against him so she could feel just how **hard** she had made him.

> "You've got the tightest, sexiest ass I've ever touched," he rasped, licking down her jaw. "You think I haven't noticed it every time you bend over near me?"

She whimpered, helpless in his arms. Her arms were wrapped around his neck now, lips swollen, body pulsing.

> "Jaxon--"

> "No more pretending," he growled. "You kissed me back. You *want* this. Don't lie again."

> "I can't--" she moaned, even as her hips rocked forward against his.

> "You already did," he whispered.

He kissed her neck again--open-mouthed, wet, filthy--and ground his cock against her one more time.

Claire clung to him, gasping. Her body was no longer fighting.

Her body belonged to him.

And there was no going back.

---

### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Eight: The Fall**

The kiss had changed everything.

Claire wasn't in control anymore.

Her fingers were tangled in **Jaxon's** shirt, her lips bruised from his, her eyes half-lidded with lust as he held her flush to his body--his cock a hard, unrelenting presence between them.

But it wasn't just the kiss.

It was the way he grabbed her.

His hands were **on her ass again**--firm, dominant, *obsessive*. He gripped both cheeks, squeezing like he was testing the limits of her flesh. She gasped, moaned, clung to him tighter.

> "Fuck," Jaxon groaned, squeezing again. "This ass. Claire, I can't stop touching it."

> "You're not... supposed to," she whimpered, breathless.

That earned her a rough laugh.

> "No?" he said, voice low. "Then you'd better take responsibility for what's happening next."

He squeezed harder--*harder*--fingers digging in, pulling her against his cock. The pressure was unbearable. She could feel every thick inch of him through his pants, pressed directly against her aching, soaking heat.

Her body convulsed, a pulse of slick wetness flooding her panties.

She gasped again, high and sharp, and Jaxon grinned against her neck.

> "You're dripping," he growled. "You feel that? Soaked through. All from grinding that perfect little ass against my cock."

And then--he did it.

He raised one hand. And *slapped* her ass.

Not hard. Not cruel. Just enough to make her jolt and yelp.

> "Ah--!"

Her mouth dropped open, stunned. Her body arched into him involuntarily.

He didn't give her a chance to recover.

His hand slid up to the back of her neck, gripped it, tilted her face back up to his--and he crashed into her mouth with his again.

But this time, it wasn't slow.

It was wild.

It was **devouring**.

He kissed her like she was the last woman on earth, like he'd starve if he didn't taste her, tongue plunging into her mouth, licking across hers, dragging her lips open wider as he took more and more.

Claire moaned into the kiss, her own tongue tangling with his, desperate and sloppy and wet.

It was *wet*. The kind of french kissing that left trails of saliva between them when they gasped for breath. That made her dizzy. That made her thighs clench with every flick of his tongue across hers.

His mouth was hot, hungry, *needy*.

And she matched him.

She kissed him back like she needed him to live. Moaning. Whimpering. Letting her tongue dance and twist and tangle with his, letting her hips begin to roll again--this time on her own.

She was grinding.

Slow at first. Small little circles of her hips into his cock.

But then deeper.

Harder.

Rubbing her aching, soaking pussy through her panties against the thick outline of his cock with a rhythm that **screamed need**.

> "That's it," Jaxon growled against her lips, still kissing her between words. "Fucking ride me. Show me how bad you need it."

Claire whimpered, her hips moving on their own now, chasing the friction, chasing that pressure, chasing the unbearable swell of pleasure building between her thighs.

She was panting into his mouth, wet lips parting only to pull him in deeper, tongues dancing, spit hot and shared, their kiss nothing but **desperate, filthy need**.

She was *soaked*.

And she felt it--that wave cresting.

The clenching deep inside her. The way her body stuttered forward.

> "I--Jaxon--oh my God--"

> "You're close," he whispered. "You're gonna cum just from dancing on my cock, aren't you?"

She nodded frantically, breath ragged, voice trembling.

> "Don't stop," she gasped.

And he didn't.

He grabbed her ass again. Hard. Held her tight and **guided her movements**--grinding her against him with strong hands, pressing her right where she needed it most.

> "Come for me," he said, biting her lip between kisses. "Let go."

Claire was right there.

One more grind.

One more breath.

One more squeeze--

**And she would fall.**

---

### **Midnight Before the Vows**

**Chapter Nine: The Ruin**

Claire was shaking.

Her arms were locked around **Jaxon's** neck. Her lips were swollen from kissing. Her body--flushed, soaked, throbbing--was grinding against him in desperate, urgent circles.

She was *right there*.

Seconds from coming.

Grinding her soaked panties against the thick, hard line of his cock, soaking through the front of his pants, moaning into his mouth like she couldn't breathe without him.

> "You're gonna cum for me," Jaxon whispered into her ear. "Grinding that tight little ass on another man's cock... on the night before your wedding."

Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered.

> "Daniel couldn't make you feel this desperate if he begged," he growled. "I bet he doesn't even know what this ass is capable of."

And then--**he slapped her again**.

Harder this time.

Right across the round, toned swell of her perfect, fit ass.

> "Oh--fuck!" she gasped.

Her body shattered.

**It hit her like lightning.**

Claire's thighs clenched. Her hips jerked once, then twice. Her mouth dropped open as a strangled moan ripped from her throat.

> "J-Jaxon--!"

He caught her.

Arms tight around her waist. Holding her up as her knees gave out. Her body pulsed and trembled violently, hips bucking against him as her orgasm tore through her--**the hardest, longest, most devastating release of her life.**

And they hadn't even fucked.

> "That's it," Jaxon murmured, holding her close. "Let it happen. Let it all go."

She clung to him, breath catching in sobbing gasps against his neck. He kissed her temple. Her cheek. Her jaw. Then back to her lips--soft, slow, grounding kisses this time, guiding her down from the high.

> "You okay?" he whispered.

She nodded, but her voice cracked.

> "I... I didn't mean to--"

> "You meant every second of it," he said, brushing a curl from her face. "And don't you dare pretend otherwise."

Her heart pounded. Guilt crept in.

But not as fast as the aftershocks still rolling through her.

She'd *come*.

Soaked through her panties. Still dressed. Still standing. And it had been the best orgasm of her life.

**Daniel** had never made her feel like this. Not even close.

She hated that thought. But it was true.

Jaxon let her legs steady under her again.

And then--he leaned in close, hand firm under her chin, lifting her gaze to his.

His voice dropped to something deeper. Firmer. Commanding.

> "On your knees."

Claire blinked.

Heat flashed through her like a second orgasm trying to be born.

> "W-What?"

> "Get on your knees for me, Claire," he said, not louder--but *stronger*. "Now."

She didn't even think.

She dropped.

Smoothly. Silently. Onto the ballroom floor, the hem of her dress pooling around her knees. Her hands lowered to her thighs.

She looked up.

And there he was.

Jaxon. Towering over her. Eyes dark with hunger. Cock straining behind the front of his pants. Hands clenched at his sides like he was seconds from undoing his belt.

And Claire?

She had **never** felt more turned on.

She was trembling. Aching. Wet beyond reason.

And staring up at him like he was the only thing she'd ever worship again.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Ten: On Her Knees** *(Rewritten)*

She was still panting from the kiss.

Still dazed. Still high from the feel of his mouth crashing into hers--his tongue, his heat, the bruising pressure of his lips claiming what he wasn't supposed to have.

But now... she was on her knees.

**Claire.**

The bride-to-be.

Kneeling.

Her palms rested on her thighs, her dress bunched around her, skin flushed, lips swollen, thighs trembling and soaked beneath satin. And before her stood **Jaxon**--towering, shirt rumpled, jaw tight, cock visibly outlined through the front of his pants.

And he was watching her like she was his prey.

> "You know what happens next," he said, voice low, rough. "Don't you."

She nodded, barely.

> "Say it."

> "You want me to... take it out," she whispered.

> "*My cock.* Say it."

Claire's stomach flipped. Her face burned. But her pussy clenched so hard she could barely sit still.

> "You want me to take out your cock."

He stepped closer, towering over her now, the thick outline just inches from her lips.

> "Good girl," he murmured. "Go ahead."

Her hands shook. She reached up slowly, hesitating at the waistband of his slacks.

> "Jaxon..." she whispered. "This is really--this is cheating."

> "Yeah," he said. "It is."

> "Daniel--"

> "Is upstairs," Jaxon cut in. "Sleeping like a good little groom while his fiancée kneels in front of me, wet and panting and about to wrap her fingers around a cock that'll ruin her for anyone else."

She whimpered.

> "Say it," he whispered. "Say what you're doing."

> "I'm cheating on my fiancé," she breathed. "I'm about to touch someone else's cock."

> "Not someone else's," Jaxon growled. "*Mine.*"

She unfastened his pants. Slowly.

The zipper dragged down, exposing the waistband of his briefs. And beneath it--his cock strained, thick and heavy, begging to be freed.

She slid her hand in.

And then gasped.

> "Oh my God," she breathed, fingers trembling. "It's... huge."

> "Pull it out."

She did.

And her breath caught in her throat.

**Eleven inches. Thick. Veiny. Glistening with precum.** It arched slightly upward, so hard it twitched in the air. She held it in both hands instinctively--one at the base, the other near the middle--and still couldn't cover all of it.

> "Daniel isn't like this," Jaxon said, watching her face.

Claire didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

> "Spit," he said.

She looked up.

> "On my cock. Get it wet."

A shudder rolled down her spine.

She leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on his, and let a thick trail of spit fall from her tongue.

It landed across the head. Dripped down his shaft. Coated her fingers.

> "Good fucking girl," he muttered.

She started stroking.

Slow. Careful. Two hands moving in rhythm. Her grip was soft at first, testing. Exploring. The spit and precum made every stroke slick and lewd.

> "You're really doing it," Jaxon growled. "Jerking off your fiancé's best friend the night before your wedding."

> "I shouldn't be," she whispered, voice shaking. "But I can't stop."

> "Because it feels better than anything he's ever made you feel."

She nodded slowly, pumping her hands up and down.

> "And because you love knowing you're cheating," he added, teeth gritted.

Her breath caught.

She didn't say yes. But her hands moved faster.

She stroked from base to tip, twisting slightly at the head, her thumb swiping over the thick drop of precum. Her small hands worked him with quiet, desperate precision.

> "You're gonna make me cum," he warned, jaw tight.

> "I want to," she whispered. "I want to feel it."

> "Fuck, Claire..."

She worked him harder now. Guilt and heat swirled inside her.

But guilt wasn't stopping her.

It was turning her on even more.

She was jerking off her fiancé's best man. With two hands. On her knees. Knowing what it meant.

And she didn't want it to end.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Eleven: The First Taste**

She wasn't thinking anymore.

**Claire** was on her knees in the middle of a grand ballroom--the night before her wedding--with **another man's cock in her hands**.

Not just any man.

Her fiancé's best friend.

**Jaxon.**

He stood above her, jaw clenched, his huge cock twitching between her hands, soaked with spit and precum, thick veins pulsing under her fingers. Her cheeks were flushed, her dress wrinkled, her thighs trembling with need.

And her panties?

**Absolutely drenched.**

> "You're not just touching me anymore," Jaxon growled, staring down at her. "You're about to put my cock in your mouth. Say it."

Claire looked up, eyes glassy, breathing hard.

> "I'm going to suck your cock," she whispered. "Even though I'm engaged."

> "Say it like you mean it."

> "I'm going to suck your cock, Jaxon," she said again, voice trembling. "Even though I'm cheating on Daniel."

> "Good fucking girl," he muttered.

Her hands moved slower now, teasing. And then one slipped lower.

**To his balls.**

Her fingers explored them, hesitantly at first--cupping them, feeling the heat and weight of them against her palm.

They were **huge. Heavy. Full.**

Claire shivered.

> "Jesus," she whispered. "They're... you're so full."

> "I've been hard for you all night," Jaxon said. "You've earned every drop."

She licked her lips.

And then--**she leaned in.**

Her lips brushed the base of his shaft. Then the side. Then lower. **She kissed his balls.** Gently. Slowly. Like she was tasting something sacred. She licked one, then the other, her tongue dragging wet and warm across the skin while her hand kept stroking his shaft.

> "That's it," Jaxon growled. "Get your mouth all over them. Worship them."

Claire moaned.

And she didn't even realize it at first--**her free hand had slipped beneath her dress.**

Her fingers found her soaked panties and pressed against her swollen clit, rubbing in slow circles as she licked and kissed and sucked at his balls.

> "You're touching yourself while licking another man's cock," Jaxon said darkly. "You're so far gone, Claire."

> "I can't stop," she whispered, tongue swirling around him. "I don't want to."

She moved higher now.

Licked up the underside of his cock. Her tongue traced every thick vein. Her hand kept stroking, wetter now, gliding with filthy squelches from the spit and precum coating him.

Then--**her lips wrapped around the head.**

Soft. Wet. Warm.

Jaxon hissed through his teeth.

> "That's it," he said. "Wrap those pretty lips around my cock. Let me hear you suck."

Claire moaned and closed her mouth around him deeper, her tongue swirling under the head, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit.

She sucked slow.

**Loud. Wet. Dirty.**

Each pull of her mouth made a lewd *slurp* echo in the ballroom. Her spit dripped down his shaft. Her lips made slick, squelching noises as she bobbed forward and back.

> "Listen to yourself," he said. "You sound like a filthy little slut."

> "I feel like one," she gasped between sucks.

> "Because you are," he said, grabbing the back of her head lightly. "You're a cheating little bride. And I haven't even fucked you yet."

Her pussy clenched hard around her fingers. She was rubbing herself faster now, lost in it.

And then--**she spit**.

Thick, heavy saliva dropped from her mouth straight onto the head of his cock and dripped down her fist.

> "Keep going," Jaxon growled. "Get it messy. I want your chin soaked."

She obeyed.

She sucked harder. Sloppier. Her mouth opened wider to take more of him, spit spilling from the corners of her lips, strings of it connecting her tongue to the shaft when she pulled back to breathe.

She gagged lightly.

Moaned.

And went back down.

Wet. Noisy. Filthy. Worshipful.

> "You're going to make me cum like this?" Jaxon grunted. "Before you even taste my cock down your throat?"

> "Not yet," she whispered, licking the shaft again. "I want more."

> "Then earn it."

And she did.

She kept sucking. Stroking. Moaning.

One hand wrapped around his base. The other between her legs, fingers soaked, working herself as she knelt like a whimpering, cheating mess in the ballroom.

She was shaking again.

And she wasn't even close to done.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Twelve: The Obsession**

Claire was lost.

Her lips were stretched around **Jaxon's cock**, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and filthy, while her fingers rubbed furiously between her own thighs. Spit dripped down her chin. The head of his cock glistened with wetness from her mouth and her spit-slicked hand.

She had never felt this dirty.

She had never felt this alive.

Her wedding was tomorrow.

And here she was--**on her knees**, worshipping another man's cock like it was the only thing that could save her from herself.

> "Take your hands off your pussy," Jaxon said, voice rough with command. "I didn't say you could touch yourself."

She whimpered around his shaft, but obeyed. Her soaked fingers slipped free from her panties and dropped to her thighs, trembling.

> "Now look at me."

She pulled off his cock with a loud, wet gasp. Strings of spit clung to her lips, connecting to his shaft in long, dripping strands.

She looked up.

Mascara smudged. Lips swollen. Eyes glazed with lust.

> "Show me your tits."

Her breath caught.

> "W-What?"

> "Now, Claire. Pull them out."

His voice was low. Dangerous. Inevitable.

Her hands shook, but she obeyed. She reached behind her dress straps, tugged them down her arms, then slipped her hands beneath the neckline. Slowly--*achingly slowly*--she drew the front of her dress down over her chest.

Her **breasts spilled out**, full and round, her nipples hard and aching from the friction of fabric and the heat of her arousal.

Jaxon hissed through his teeth.

> "Fuck... they're perfect."

His cock pulsed in her face. Her spit still dripped from it.

> "Now suck," he said. "And this time, deeper."

Claire leaned forward again, her breasts still exposed, her body flushed and quivering.

She took him back into her mouth.

This time, she didn't tease.

She let her lips slide down farther.

Her tongue flattened under the shaft, and she opened wider, determined to please him.

> "That's it," he growled, his hand resting on the back of her head. "Let me feel that pretty mouth. Take more."

She moaned around him, sucking harder. Sloppier.

Her spit pooled on the floor beneath her. She gagged once--soft, instinctive--and Jaxon's cock twitched.

> "God, Claire," he groaned. "You're not just cheating. You're sucking my cock like you've *missed* it. Like you've wanted this for months."

Her eyes flicked up. Teary now. Her throat was stretching.

And still--she pushed deeper.

> "You were never going to make it to that wedding night," Jaxon muttered. "You belong on your knees. With your tits out. My cock in your mouth."

Claire gagged again.

Then again.

And didn't stop.

Her lips hit halfway. Then farther.

Her throat began to open, her jaw aching, her eyes running. Mascara smudged into dark streaks down her cheeks.

She loved it.

She loved that she was disgusting.

That she was cheating.

That Jaxon *knew* she was his now.

She pulled off again, gasping, coughing a little, spit and precum covering her chin.

> "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded frantically.

> "More," she begged. "I want more."

> "Good girl," he growled. "Then open wide. Because next time, I'm going to fuck your throat."

And she smiled.

Because she wanted it.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Thirteen: The Deep**

Claire had never done this before.

Not like this.

She'd gone down on Daniel, sure.

But gentle. Quiet. The kind of polite blowjob a good fiancée gives in the dark beneath the covers.

But this?

This was something else entirely.

**She was kneeling on a ballroom floor**, breasts bare, face streaked with tears and mascara, and **her fiancé's best friend had his cock halfway down her throat**.

And he wasn't done.

> "You ready?" Jaxon murmured, one hand curling into her hair. "You're gonna take all of it now."

Claire nodded, gasping. Her jaw ached, her mouth soaked, her chin sticky with spit and precum. Her nipples were stiff, her panties a mess, and her pussy pulsed with aching need every time he growled something filthy in her ear.

> "I love him," she whispered suddenly, voice cracked.

> "I know," Jaxon said, tightening his grip in her hair. "You love him. But you're gagging on *my* cock."

She whimpered.

Because it was true.

> "I'm cheating," she choked out.

> "You're *loving* it," he snapped.

And then--he pushed forward.

Her lips stretched. Her throat resisted--then opened. The head of his cock pushed deep, her nose buried in the base, her throat stuffed full.

She gagged.

Hard.

Jaxon moaned.

> "That's it," he growled. "Take it. Take every inch of the cock your sweet little fiancé could never dream of giving you."

She gagged again. Drool spilled down her chin, thick ropes of spit hanging from her lips to her tits. Her hands clawed at his thighs--but not to stop him.

She wanted more.

> "I bet Daniel apologizes when he cums," Jaxon muttered, thrusting shallow into her throat. "I bet he *thanks* you."

Claire's pussy clenched.

> "But you're down here, choking on me, soaking your thighs, about to cum just from sucking. Admit it."

She pulled off with a wet *gasp*, coughing, drool stringing from her chin to the base of his cock.

> "I can't stop," she whimpered. "I don't want to. I want your cock in my throat."

> "Then open your mouth, baby."

And she did.

Wide. Obedient. Worshipful.

He grabbed the back of her head again and slid back in. **Deep.**

She moaned--*moaned*--around the intrusion. Her eyes were streaming. Her spit coated his shaft in glossy slickness. Each thrust brought new gags, new gasps, new heat between her legs.

Her hands slipped under her dress again.

She started rubbing.

Fast. Desperate.

> "You're gonna cum, aren't you?" Jaxon grunted. "While I fuck your mouth. While I ruin you for your fiancé."

She nodded with her throat full.

And he didn't stop.

He fucked her face slowly--controlled, steady. Her mascara was destroyed. Her breasts bounced every time he bottomed out. Her gag reflex was a distant memory now. She was dripping.

She was his.

When he finally pulled out, her mouth stayed open--tongue out, lips shiny, face flushed and wet.

> "Good girl," Jaxon said, stroking her cheek with his cock. "You're ready for the next part."

> "What part?" she whispered.

He smirked.

> "Your tits."

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Fourteen: The Slide** *(Kneeling Version)*

Claire stayed on her knees.

The floor was cold beneath her, but her skin burned. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her chest was **bare and heaving**, nipples hard, breasts heavy with need.

She looked up at **Jaxon**, cock still thick and glistening in front of her, spit and precum sliding down the shaft from the messy blowjob she'd just given.

Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around the base again.

> "I've never done this before," she whispered.

> "That's about to change," Jaxon growled.

He stood tall in front of her, towering, eyes dark with hunger.

Claire cupped her tits--**soft and full**, flushed pink from arousal--and pushed them together. She could barely breathe.

> "Like this?"

> "Yeah," he said, stepping closer. "Just like that. Now hold them for me."

She did. Arms in tight, hands lifting the round mounds of flesh, squeezing them together to form a warm, wet channel.

Jaxon's cock slid between them.

Claire gasped.

> "Oh my God... you're so thick," she whispered.

> "Feel that?" he muttered, starting a slow thrust. "That's your fiancé's best friend fucking your tits."

She moaned before she could stop herself.

His cock moved back and forth between the soft curves, the shaft disappearing and reappearing with each stroke. Claire could feel it--**the weight, the heat, the filthy pressure of his arousal**--dragging through her cleavage, already slick from her spit and his precum.

> "This feels so wrong," she whispered.

> "Because it is."

> "I love Daniel," she said, breathless.

> "And yet you're here," he snarled. "On your knees. Holding your tits for me while I fuck them."

She looked up, her mascara streaking faintly down her cheeks.

> "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Fucking the tits of the girl he's going to marry tomorrow?"

Jaxon groaned and pushed forward harder.

> "He wouldn't even know what to do with these," he muttered. "He'd probably apologize for staring."

Claire let out a soft, broken laugh--and then leaned forward, tongue out.

She **licked the tip** of his cock as it slid between her breasts. Slow. Teasing. A swirl of her tongue, then a gentle suck of the head before letting it slip back through her cleavage.

> "And you're just going to let me do this?" she asked, voice low. "Let me cheat on him like this?"

> "You're already doing it," Jaxon growled, thrusting a little harder now. "You're stroking my cock with your perfect fucking tits."

Claire moaned.

She moved with him, lifting and squeezing, pushing her breasts around his cock as it slid in and out, wetter and sloppier with every pass.

Spit dripped down her chest. Her nipples rubbed against her own skin. The head of his cock brushed her chin, her neck, then dipped lower again.

She sucked it briefly every time it peaked.

> "You're going to cum like this?" she asked. "Between the tits of a girl who's supposed to be walking down the aisle tomorrow?"

> "Not yet," Jaxon said, voice dark. "Not until I've ruined every part of you."

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Fifteen: The Grip**

Her knees were red from the ballroom floor.

Her tits--**flushed, soft, full, natural**--were slick with saliva, smeared with precum, and sandwiched tight around Jaxon's throbbing cock.

And Claire?

Claire was moaning.

One hand between her legs, the other gripping her own breasts, thighs spread wide as her fiancé's best man **fucked her cleavage with filthy authority**.

> "Let go," Jaxon growled.

> "What?"

> "Your tits. Let me."

Claire blinked up at him, lips parted, breath shaking. But she released her grip.

And he replaced it.

**His big hands cupped the underside of her breasts**, his fingers sinking deep into the plush softness, pressing them together just right--tight and high and perfect.

> "So fucking soft," he muttered. "All natural. Nothing fake on you, huh?"

> "Nope," Claire breathed, gasping as his cock slid between them again. "All me."

> "I can feel it."

He thrust forward--**harder now**, faster.

Wet, slapping sounds echoed between them. The tip of his cock kept grazing her chin, her lips, leaving trails of precum she moaned to taste.

> "Your tits were made for this," Jaxon grunted, sliding through them over and over. "How has Daniel *never* done this?"

> "He's more... gentle," Claire whispered, thumbing her clit now.

> "He's more boring," Jaxon snapped.

Claire laughed, breathless.

> "You're such an asshole," she said.

> "You're the one letting an asshole fuck your tits."

> "You've got your cock between your best friend's fiancée's tits," she panted. "What does that say about you?"

He grabbed her tighter, driving forward.

> "It says your fiancé's a fucking idiot," he growled. "Because if you were mine, I wouldn't be sleeping tonight."

Claire moaned.

**She was playing with herself now**, fingers sliding fast and slick between her thighs. The faster he fucked her chest, the wetter she got.

> "You love him?" Jaxon asked.

> "Yes," she gasped.

> "And still..."

> "I know..."

> "Still letting me titfuck you. Still stroking your pussy."

> "Because you won't stop," she whispered.

> "Because you don't want me to."

She moaned.

Loud.

> "Say it," he snapped. "Say what's happening."

> "You're fucking my tits," she cried. "While I touch myself. While I cheat on Daniel. And I can't stop."

He pushed harder.

Her breasts bounced in his hands, slick and yielding, molding to the shape of his thrusts. The head of his cock kissed her lips again--**she sucked it once**, sloppy and loud, before he slid deeper between her tits again.

> "You're gonna cum?" he asked.

> "Yes--yes--oh God--"

> "Then don't waste a drop."

Claire dropped her jaw.

Eyes wild.

Tongue out.

Jaxon thrust harder, faster, sloppier. His cock was slick with spit and her sweat, sliding through the hot softness like it was made for it.

And then--

**He growled. She gasped.**

> "Claire--fuck--take it--"

He exploded.

Hot jets spilled across her lips, her chin, her tongue. **She opened wide**, moaning, swallowing, cum leaking from her lips.

And as it hit her tongue--

**She came.**

Shaking.

Crying out.

Fingers buried in her soaked panties as her pussy clenched and pulsed and soaked her thighs.

They froze there.

Breathing hard.

His cock twitching.

Her hands trembling.

Still on her knees.

Still his.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Sixteen: Aftertaste**

Claire knelt, breathless, her chest still heaving as she felt the last of his cum drip onto her lips.

> "Not a single drop," Jaxon growled above her, voice ragged.

She looked up at him, face flushed, tongue slowly dragging across her bottom lip. And without hesitation, she leaned forward again.

**She licked the underside of his cock**, slow and deliberate, tasting him--herself--spit and lust mingled. She dragged her tongue up to the tip and let it swirl there, savoring him.

Then she pulled back and ran two fingers under her chin, collecting the stray lines of **thick cum** that had leaked down.

She licked those fingers clean.

Her breasts still shimmered, streaked with wetness.

And--**God help her**--she leaned down and began to **lick her own skin**, dragging her tongue across the slope of one full breast, then the other, catching every drop she could.

It was filthy.

It was shameless.

And it was the most alive she had ever felt.

She finally stood--knees weak, chest sticky, legs trembling--and looked up at Jaxon, who hadn't moved. His chest rose and fell like he'd run a mile, but his eyes were locked on hers with a hunger that had only grown.

Their lips met **without a word**.

**The kiss was hard, open-mouthed, soaked in need**.

His hands gripped her waist, then slid down--**cupping her ass** and squeezing with both hands. Claire gasped into his mouth, her whole body pressing against his as his **bare chest met her soft skin**.

She could feel him again.

**Hardening. Already.**

She pulled her lips back slightly, panting against his mouth.

> "You're already hard again?" she whispered, voice shaking with dark amusement.

> "What do you think you do to me?" he muttered. "You think I can be soft around you?"

He kissed her again, **rougher now**, and her hands went to his body, exploring.

His chest was broad, cut, strong beneath her palms. She ran her fingers down his abs, every inch of him **solid and hot and impossible**. He felt like sin wrapped in muscle and control.

Then--

**With a sudden tug**, he grabbed the waistband of her ruined panties and tore them off her hips.

They fluttered to the floor.

> "Hey!" she gasped, half-laughing.

> "I'm keeping these," he said, tucking the torn fabric into his back pocket. "Souvenir."

> "You're unbelievable."

> "You're cheating," he said softly, pressing his forehead to hers. "So what does that make you?"

She didn't answer.

Her lips brushed his again.

And then--

**Their naked bodies met fully**, chest to chest, heat to heat.

He pulled her tight against him, cock hard between them, hips grinding gently. His hands returned to her ass--gripping, spreading, **owning** her.

She let her head fall back and moaned as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue trailing down to her collarbone, then back up to bite her earlobe.

> "Daniel would cry if he saw this," Jaxon whispered into her skin.

> "Shut up," Claire gasped, eyes fluttering closed.

> "He'd fall apart watching you melt in my hands."

> "God, stop--"

But she was grinding into him now.

And she didn't want him to stop.

---

### **Before the Vows**

**Chapter Seventeen: The Fall**

The room was quiet now.

The storm of spit, heat, and climax had passed -- but something deeper had taken its place.

A silence that felt like the edge of a cliff.

Jaxon didn't say much. He just moved across the ballroom to a bench near the corner, pulled off a decorative throw rug that had been curled beneath it, and spread it slowly across the floor.

Then he stood there -- naked, strong, **his cock rising again**, proud and hard and thick as sin.

> "Come here," he said.

Claire didn't move at first.

Her legs were still shaking, her breath uneven. Her panties were gone, her hair a mess, her lips still tingling from where his cum had touched them. She could feel everything -- the air on her chest, the wetness between her thighs, the wild beating of her heart.

> "Come ride me," Jaxon added, voice low. "Like the cheating slut you said you'd never be."

Claire almost came from those words alone.

She crossed the floor slowly, every step a betrayal, every breath a thrill. She was naked. She was glowing. And she wasn't scared anymore.

She stood above him.

He laid back, hands behind his head like a king on a throne, watching her -- hungry, knowing, proud.

His cock stood tall between them.

**Thick. Heavy. Eleven inches of trouble.**

She straddled him slowly, knees on either side of his hips, her hands sliding up his chest for balance.

Her pussy hovered just above his cock, so close she could feel the **heat of it** against her folds.

She trembled.

Not from fear.

From **want**.

She looked down between them.

The head of his cock brushed against her slick entrance -- and her body **jolted**.

> "This..." she whispered, her voice ragged, "this is the moment, isn't it?"

> "Yeah," he said, staring up at her. "Once you drop down, there's no going back."

> "It's not just cheating anymore."

> "It's becoming mine."

Claire bit her lip.

She reached down, fingers curling around his shaft. It twitched in her grip. He hissed through his teeth.

> "You're so damn big," she whispered. "It's insane."

> "And you're wet enough to take it."

Her eyes fluttered closed.

She rubbed herself slowly against the head of his cock -- just once -- and shuddered.

Her breath hitched. Her thighs clenched.

Her whole body was trembling now, not from nerves, but from the *overwhelming gravity* of what she was about to do.

> "Say it again," she whispered, eyes locked on his.

> "Ride me," he murmured. "Be my dirty little secret. Make it yours."

Claire didn't move yet.

But her hips shifted.

Her body was ready.

And all it would take now was **one motion**...

---

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 18**

*"All of you. Every inch."*

Claire straddled him slowly, heart pounding, thighs trembling. The rug beneath them was soft, but the atmosphere was electric--charged with something dangerous and exhilarating. Jaxon lay there like a king, powerful and still, arms behind his head, watching her with a dark, possessive hunger in his eyes. His cock stood like a monument between them--huge, thick, hard, veined and terrifyingly beautiful.

Eleven inches. She still couldn't believe it.

Her hand wrapped around the base again, just to steady herself. God. Her fingers didn't even meet around it. He twitched in her grasp, and she gasped.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Jaxon murmured, voice low and teasing. "Second thoughts?"

Her eyes flicked up to his. "About cheating on my fiancé with his best man on the floor of our wedding venue?" She laughed breathlessly, flushed and wild. "Too late for second thoughts."

"That's what I thought," he smirked. "Now ride me like the filthy little bride you are."

Claire moaned, her pussy clenching just from the sound of his voice. She lifted herself onto her knees and positioned him at her entrance. The head of his cock brushed her folds--hot and swollen and soaked from everything they'd already done. The touch alone made her jolt.

"Oh my God..." she whispered, hips twitching.

"Feel that?" he said, his voice suddenly darker. "That's how big the man you're *not* marrying is. That's what's about to stretch your cheating pussy."

She whimpered.

She lowered herself a fraction, and the fat head pushed against her. The stretch was immediate, intense--her body trying to adjust, trying to open for him.

"Jaxon--" she moaned, already overwhelmed.

"Take it," he growled. "You wanted to know how it feels to fuck the man you're not supposed to even *look* at this way. Now fucking take it."

With a sharp breath, she pushed down more, slowly impaling herself on him. Inch by thick, pulsing inch, she slid lower, her walls straining, fluttering, fighting the stretch.

She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. Her nails dug into his chest for balance. "It's so much," she gasped, voice high and trembling. "You're *so*--"

"I know," he growled, one hand gripping her hip. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. Keep going."

She sank lower, her body giving way inch by inch, her slick folds stretching, clinging to every vein, every ridge of his cock. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her thighs quivered.

"I feel like I'm being split open," she moaned.

"Good girl," Jaxon hissed. "Stretch that sweet little cheating cunt for me."

Her pussy clenched hard around him at his words. She whimpered, both hands on his chest now, eyes locked on his as she inched lower.

More.

Deeper.

Her stomach bulged slightly with the fullness. "Jesus, Jaxon," she breathed. "You're in my *stomach.*"

"That's right," he said through gritted teeth. "And we're not even all the way in yet."

Claire's head dropped back as she forced herself down the final inch, her pussy swallowing him whole.

Until--

*She was fully impaled.* Balls to skin. His cock buried inside her completely. Her body stretched around him in a way she'd never felt before. She was shaking--stunned, filled to the limit, *owned.*

"Oh... my... God..." she moaned, barely able to breathe.

Jaxon looked up at her with dark, blown pupils and a savage grin.

"Tell me, Claire," he rasped. "How's it feel having your fiancé's best man all the way inside that tight little pussy?"

Her lips parted. Her voice came out broken. "Like heaven. Like... I was *meant* for this."

He chuckled low in his throat. "You were. This pussy was never his. It's *mine.*"

She couldn't speak. She could barely *think.* All she could feel was the impossible stretch, the pressure, the heat, the *wrongness* that felt so, so right.

And she *loved* it.

(... To be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 19**

*"I never knew cheating could feel this good..."*

Claire stayed still for a moment, impaled on every inch of him, her breath stuttering, hands braced on his chest. Her thighs trembled, her walls stretched to the brink. She could feel the pulse of his cock deep inside her, the weight of it pushing places her fiancé had never touched.

Jaxon didn't move. He just looked up at her with that dark, satisfied grin, his chest rising slowly beneath her palms.

"Take a breath, sweetheart," he murmured. "That was the easy part."

Claire blinked through the haze. "That was the--"

She didn't finish. Her body moved instinctively, hips lifting just an inch or two--and then she gasped. The friction. The ache. The glide.

She moved again. A little more.

"Oh my God..." she moaned, lips trembling.

"There you go," Jaxon growled, his hands sliding to her hips. "Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want this cock."

She started to move, slow and cautious at first. Her pussy dragged against the thick length of him, her body protesting the stretch even as her mind dissolved in the pleasure. Inch after inch, she lifted herself off him--until only the tip remained--and then slammed back down with a desperate cry.

"Fuuuck," she sobbed.

Her hips rolled again, building rhythm, speed, *need*. She was panting now, messy and wild, riding him like a woman possessed. Her blonde hair fell around her face, her lips open in gasping moans. Her breasts bounced with every bounce, soft and flushed, and her eyes were nearly crossed from how deep he reached.

"You're--so--deep," she whimpered. "So--fucking--*deep!*"

"I told you," Jaxon grunted, tightening his grip on her ass. "You weren't made for his soft little cock. You were made for mine."

He squeezed her ass hard, spreading her open with each thrust downward. She bounced faster, her thighs slapping against him, wetness coating his groin. Her fingers scrambled for purchase on his chest as she threw her head back and *moaned* like a woman unraveling.

"God, look at you," he growled. "Fiancé's out cold upstairs and his bride-to-be's bouncing on my cock like a fucking porn star."

She let out a shattered sob. "I *don't care.* I don't fucking care, Jaxon--just don't stop."

"You want it that bad?"

"*Yes!* I love this--I love your cock--I love cheating with you, Jaxon!"

That did something to him. His hands moved to grip both ass cheeks now, and with a low snarl, he started helping her move--lifting her, pulling her down, fucking up into her from below. Their rhythm turned feral. Every thrust slammed her down to the base.

She pulled almost all the way off--only the tip inside--and then *slammed* back down so hard she nearly screamed.

"Holy *fuck!*" she cried, shuddering. "Oh my God--oh my God--"

"You're taking me so well," he said, watching her with unblinking hunger. "You were *meant* to be used like this."

Claire was a wreck. Sobbing. Moaning. Dripping.

Her thighs quivered violently. She was losing control of her body--grinding, thrusting, bouncing so wildly that the wet slaps echoed around the empty room.

"I'm gonna--oh God, I'm--Jaxon--*please--*"

And then, with one brutal thrust upward, he brought his hand down in a sharp, *crack* across her ass.

She shattered.

Her orgasm slammed through her like lightning--violent and consuming. Her legs gave out mid-bounce, and she collapsed onto his chest with a sobbing scream, her whole body jerking as her pussy clenched and pulsed around him.

"*Fuuuuuck--*"

She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All she could feel was the pulsing between her legs and the warmth of his cock still buried inside her.

"Damn," Jaxon breathed, holding her against him as she trembled. "You just came so hard you broke your own legs."

Claire buried her face in his neck, panting, crying softly from the force of it. "I can't--feel--my knees."

"You don't need them," he murmured into her hair. "You just stay right there and take my cock like the cheating little bride you are."

She moaned into his skin, melting against him, chest to chest, heart to heart.

And she *loved* it. Every filthy, wrong, *perfect* second of it.

(... to be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 20**

*"You feel that, baby? That's what real strength feels like."*

Claire lay limp on Jaxon's chest, dazed and trembling, her body still fluttering around his cock, which remained rock-hard inside her. Every breath she took was laced with disbelief--because she had never felt anything close to this with Daniel. Never. Not even once.

And then--

He moved.

Without warning, Jaxon sat up, keeping her impaled, and wrapped his strong arms around her thighs.

"Wait--what--Jaxon--" she gasped, her body weight shifting as he stood.

He stood. Holding her. With all eleven inches still buried inside her.

Claire let out a stunned moan, eyes wide, arms flying around his shoulders. "Oh my *God*--"

"That's right, baby," Jaxon growled into her ear, gripping her ass in both hands as he lifted her effortlessly. "Your precious little fiancé ever do *this*?"

Her lips parted in a breathless whimper. "No," she whispered. "Never."

Her back hit the wall. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, and his cock stayed rooted deep in her, stretching her with each heartbeat. His palms squeezed her ass cheeks tightly, holding her steady as he leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn't soft.

It was filthy. Wet. Starving. Their tongues tangled, teeth bumped, mouths devoured each other as their bodies stayed fused together. She moaned into him, squirming, and he bit her lower lip before growling:

"Let's see how many times I can make you cum before the ceremony."

With that, he started to move.

Slow at first. Just enough to feel the tease of motion. Her body adjusted to the standing angle, and she gasped at how *deep* he felt this way--how full. Then his grip tightened.

And he started bouncing her.

Up.

Down.

Harder.

Faster.

"*Jaxon--*!" she cried, back thudding lightly against the wall as he used her like a ragdoll.

"You like that?" he snarled, voice thick with lust. "Like being used like a fuck toy before your wedding?"

Her head dropped back in ecstasy. "Yes! Oh my God, *yes!*"

He slammed into her harder, her body jolting in his grasp as her wetness spilled down his cock. Her arms clung around his neck, helpless and shaking as he drove into her without mercy. His cock speared her deep and relentless, her pussy fluttering wildly with every bounce.

"You think Daniel could fuck you like this?" he growled.

She let out a wild, shameless laugh. "Daniel? He'd pull a *muscle* trying to lift me like this."

Jaxon barked a filthy laugh and slapped her ass hard, making her squeal.

"Bet his little pencil dick never made you scream like this, huh?"

"*Never!*" she moaned, lost in pleasure. "He *never* made me feel like this--God, Jaxon, I don't care--I don't care if it's wrong, I just want *you!*"

He thrust upward so brutally she screamed, clawing at his back, her voice cracking from the intensity. She was a mess again--sweaty, flushed, drooling against his neck.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say whose cock this is."

"*Yours!*" she sobbed. "It's *yours!*"

"That's right. This pussy was wasted on that loser. But now--" he slammed her down again. "It's mine."

She gasped, shuddering, teetering right at the edge again. Her moans turned into cries.

"*Jaxon, I'm--* I'm gonna--"

"Cum for me," he snarled. "Cum on my cock while I ruin you for your perfect little wedding."

And she did.

(To be continued...)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 21**

*"You can still marry him, sweetheart--just remember who owns this pussy."*

Claire's orgasm tore through her like lightning, every nerve ending lit up and short-circuiting as Jaxon slammed her against the wall. Her body tensed, shook, then collapsed against him, sobbing from the sheer intensity of it. But he didn't stop.

He didn't even slow down.

He just *kept going.*

Her pussy, still trembling from release, squeezed tight around his cock as he bounced her mercilessly, his hands gripping her ass, his chest hot against hers.

"*F-fuck--Jaxon--*" she gasped, twitching.

"Not done yet," he growled, his breath hot in her ear. "You've got another one in you. Maybe *two.* And I'm gonna take every single one."

She moaned helplessly as her body surrendered again, her second orgasm already building. Her arms were locked tight around his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, and her legs shook uncontrollably around his waist.

"*He never did this,*" she whispered through her moans, barely able to speak. "Daniel... he never even tried..."

Jaxon slammed into her harder, making her cry out. "Course he didn't. He doesn't have the *cock* for it."

Claire let out a desperate, breathless laugh even as she moaned. "He's sweet..."

"He's boring," Jaxon snapped. "Bet he kisses like a soggy napkin."

"No--" she gasped, "he's good to me. He listens. He... he's kind."

"*I'm not.*" Jaxon's voice was dark now, possessive, almost feral. "I'm not kind, Claire. I'm not sweet. I'm not soft. But I make your body *scream.* And that's all I need to own."

She choked on a moan, losing control again as her second orgasm crested faster than she thought possible.

"I *still* want to marry him," she whimpered, even as her body betrayed her, hips bucking against Jaxon's brutal rhythm. "I do. I love him for other reasons..."

"Then marry him," Jaxon snarled, slamming her harder against the wall. "Walk down that aisle with his stupid last name. Smile in the photos. But every time he kisses you? Every time he touches you? You'll *remember* this."

He thrust deep. Her eyes rolled back.

"You'll remember *my* cock in you. The way I made you cum like a filthy little slut on the floor. Against the wall. In your dress."

"Oh my *God--*" she sobbed, hips jolting as her pussy clenched around him again. "Jaxon--I'm--*I'm cumming again--*"

"Fucking do it."

She exploded.

Her body seized, her legs gave out completely, and she screamed into his neck as her second orgasm shattered her. Her pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock with violent pulses as she thrashed in his arms.

But still--*still*--he held her. Unshaken. Unmoved. Still fucking her through it.

She couldn't breathe. Couldn't *think*. All she could do was cling to him while her body tried to survive what he was doing to her.

Her voice was wrecked. Her thighs trembled like jelly. "*You're still hard...*" she whimpered.

Jaxon chuckled darkly. "I haven't even *started* to cum yet."

He shifted his grip slightly, lifting her higher, then slammed her down again. Their bodies met with a wet, obscene slap, and she moaned loudly, head falling back.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were glazed with exhaustion and need.

"You're *insane,*" she whispered. "You're--*Jaxon--*"

"You love it," he breathed, kissing her hungrily. "You fucking love being ruined by me."

Their lips crashed together, mouths open, tongues sliding, messy and desperate. The kiss was filthy--wet and open and devouring. Claire moaned into his mouth, drinking in the taste of him like a woman starved.

He was still inside her. Still fucking her. Still holding her up like she weighed nothing.

And she didn't want it to stop.

Ever.

(To be continued...)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 22**

*"You want to get caught, don't you?"*

Claire clung to Jaxon's shoulders, still trembling from back-to-back orgasms, her legs barely holding on as he finally let her down from his grasp. Her heels touched the floor, but she stayed leaned against him, his cock still wet and painfully hard, twitching against her stomach.

They were still in the shadowy corner of the grand reception hall, tucked in the far side where the light didn't reach. The only illumination was the faint sliver from the moonlit windows--casting long, eerie streaks across the floor.

"I'm not done with you," Jaxon muttered darkly, reaching down to stroke himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers. "Turn around."

Claire swallowed, eyes wide. "Jaxon--what if someone--?"

He stepped closer, towering over her, hand gripping her waist. "I said. Turn. Around."

And she did.

Her palms braced flat against the wall, chest heaving, body bare from the waist down, still slick and aching. She arched her back, presenting herself, her pussy glistening in the dark. Jaxon growled behind her--low and filthy--and lined himself up.

She gasped when the thick head of his cock brushed between her folds.

"God, you're soaked," he hissed. "Just begging to be taken like a filthy little slut..."

"Just do it--" she moaned under her breath.

He slid forward.

An inch.

Two.

And then--

**Voices.**

Footsteps.

"Wait--I think I left my clutch in here," a woman said, distantly.

Claire *froze*.

"Oh my God," she whispered, panic flashing in her eyes. "*Someone's coming!*"

Jaxon grinned, devilish and calm. "Let them."

She turned her head back, wide-eyed, heart hammering. "Are you *insane?!* That's my *family!*"

"I'll be quiet," he murmured against her ear, sliding just the tip in and out of her pussy--slow, teasing thrusts that drove her wild. "Can *you*?"

Claire's body shuddered. Her hands were flat on the cold wall, her legs quivering. The sheer thrill of being fucked like this--with her relatives just meters away--made her head spin.

"Jaxon, *stop,*" she hissed. "You'll get us *caught.*"

He withdrew entirely. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"You want my cock?" he whispered darkly. "Then beg me for it."

"No," she said instantly, panting. "Not now. Please, just be *quiet.*"

More voices echoed in the distance. Footsteps coming closer. Drawers opening. Lights clicking on in the next room.

Jaxon pressed the head against her again--only the tip--and rubbed slow little circles at her entrance. Just enough to make her thighs shake.

"Come on, future Mrs. Rogers," he whispered, biting her earlobe. "Beg me. Or I'll leave you like this--*dripping.*"

Claire squeezed her eyes shut. Her body was on fire. Her pussy clenched desperately around nothing.

More talking. Laughter.

She couldn't take it.

She *needed* him.

"Please..." she breathed.

He stayed silent.

She swallowed her pride.

"... Please give me your cock," she whispered.

"Louder," he growled.

Claire bit her lip. Her voice trembled.

"Please, Jaxon. I need your cock. I want it. I want you to fuck me--right here. Right *now.* I don't care if we get caught. Just--*fuck me.*"

He didn't wait.

He *slammed* into her.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, but she slapped a hand over it just in time. Her body jerked as his cock drove deep into her in one brutal thrust.

She moaned into her palm, eyes rolling back, her fingers scrabbling against the wall as her body trembled with overwhelming, *filthy* pleasure.

And just a few feet away, her family kept talking--unaware.

(... to be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 23**

*"Be quiet, or they'll hear how much you love cheating."*

Claire's eyes rolled back as Jaxon's cock slammed into her again, bottoming out so deep her legs buckled. She caught herself on the wall, panting into her hand, body jerking with every punishing thrust.

The voices echoed louder now. Her relatives were still searching nearby--somewhere in the next room, maybe just around the corner.

She *should* have stopped this. Told him no. Hidden. Run.

But instead?

She was braced against the wall, face flushed, mouth covered, and ass bouncing back against the thick cock of her fiancé's *best man.*

And she *loved* it.

"Can't stop, can you?" Jaxon growled into her ear, fucking her slowly but *deeply*, each thrust more deliberate than the last. "You're supposed to be the innocent bride... and here you are letting another man bend you over a goddamn wall."

Claire whimpered into her palm, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was soaked and clenching around him, pulling him in deeper each time.

"You know they're right there," he hissed, picking up the pace. "You want them to find us?"

She shook her head furiously, biting her lip under her hand, struggling not to make a sound.

But her hips had a mind of their own--rocking back into him, taking him deeper.

*Fucking him back.*

"You little *slut,*" he snarled, grinning wickedly. "Can't even pretend to be sorry."

He slid one hand up her front and grabbed one of her tits--full, flushed, *perfect.* He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the softness, then moved to her nipple.

A gasp slipped past her hand.

"Oh, you like that," he whispered. "These fat fucking tits... wasted under a white dress meant for a man who's never touched you like this."

Claire shook her head, eyes fluttering.

"You gonna cum again?" he teased, twisting her nipple. "You gonna make a mess on my cock while your family walks by like good little sheep?"

Her pussy spasmed around him in warning.

"Oh *fuck,* you're close again, aren't you? Just from me fucking your brains out and playing with these big needy tits."

She was trembling, mouth still covered, eyes wide and wet and desperate. Her body was on the verge of exploding.

And then--

He gave her nipple a hard, brutal *pinch.*

She *shattered.*

Her whole body jerked. Her knees gave out. Her orgasm slammed through her like a violent wave--wet, wild, clenching tight around his cock. She let out a muffled scream into her palm, unable to stop the tremor that shook her from head to toe.

Before she could even recover, Jaxon grabbed her chin, turned her face to him, and *kissed her.*

It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle.

It was *filthy.*

Wet. Sloppy. Tongues tangling, lips smearing, breathing into each other's mouths as she writhed against him, still cumming, still being fucked.

Her moans poured straight into his mouth, swallowed whole by the man who just made her betray everything.

"Found it!" someone called out.

"Alright, let's go."

Footsteps retreated. The lights clicked off.

And still--they didn't move.

Pressed together in the dark, panting, dripping, his cock still buried inside her.

They stood like that, holding still, her heart pounding against his chest.

*Silent.*

*Dirty.*

*Undeniable.*

(... to be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 24**

*"The room's empty again, sweetheart. You know what that means."*

The last echo of retreating footsteps faded. The reception hall returned to silence, broken only by the shallow, ragged breathing of two people still hidden in the shadows.

Claire's chest rose and fell in Jaxon's arms, her hands still braced on the wall, her body trembling from the orgasm he'd just wrung out of her while her family searched nearby.

They didn't find her.

But they *almost* had.

Her pulse was racing, skin flushed and dewy with sweat, and his cock was still buried deep inside her pussy--throbbing, twitching, ready.

The danger was gone. But the *filth* lingered.

Her lips brushed his. "We're so bad," she whispered, her voice shaky, breath hot. "So, *so* bad..."

Jaxon smirked, dark eyes locked on hers. "That why you're still dripping all over me?"

Her mouth curved into a wicked smile. "It's filthy," she breathed against his mouth, kissing him softly, messily, their tongues brushing. "It's so wrong... and I've never wanted anything more."

He grabbed her by the hips again, thrusting his cock slowly inside her, still stretching her open, still owning her body in a way no man ever had.

"You know what I see when I look at you right now?" he murmured into her ear. "Not a bride. Not someone's fiancée. I see a dirty little slut who loves getting ruined in her wedding venue."

Claire moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

He pulled back--just enough for her to feel the emptiness--and then *slammed* back in.

She cried out, hands smacking the wall again.

And then he *fucked her.*

Hard.

Fast.

*Brutal.*

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the empty hall, obscene and unashamed. Claire gasped and moaned with every thrust, her body rocking forward against the wall and jerking back into him.

He gripped her hips like handles, slamming her back onto his cock over and over again, his voice dark and breathless.

"Think Daniel could ever fuck you like this? You think he could make you scream like this?"

Claire shook her head frantically, hair wild around her face. "*No,*" she whimpered. "He never--never touched me like this."

He reached around and grabbed her tits again, groping them roughly, squeezing the soft mounds in his big hands.

"Of course not. He probably doesn't even know what to *do* with these perfect fucking tits."

She cried out as he pinched her nipples again, sharp and fast, sending jolts of pleasure through her already-sensitized body.

"Bet he kisses you all sweet and careful," Jaxon growled. "I bet he whispers how much he *loves* you while his soft little dick tries to pretend it's enough."

Claire was beyond shame now. She was *gone.* Her body moved with his, her ass bouncing back with every thrust, her tits swaying, her moans shameless.

"He does," she gasped. "He's... he's kind--"

"He's pathetic," Jaxon snapped, landing a *hard* slap on her ass that made her yelp. "And you're *mine.*"

She screamed into the empty room, unable to hold it in anymore.

"*I'm yours!*" she cried out. "Your slut! Your dirty little cheating whore--*fuck me whenever you want!*"

Jaxon growled, driving into her harder, faster. "That's right. Say it again."

"I'm your slut!" she sobbed, shaking, her legs about to give out. "Use me--please--fuck me--whenever--*wherever*--I don't care!"

Another slap on her ass. Another grope of her tits. Her body was a shaking mess.

And her mind was completely his.

*And she loved it.*

(... to be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 25**

*"You'll walk down the aisle tomorrow... dripping with me."*

Claire was unraveling.

Jaxon's thrusts were brutal now--deep, merciless, fast--his cock slamming into her over and over again as he took what he wanted from her trembling body. Her ass was red from his handprints, her tits swollen from his groping, and her pussy was stretched to the limit, soaked and clenching desperately.

And still, he didn't stop.

"You gonna cum again for me, sweetheart?" he growled, bending low to speak into her ear, breath hot against her cheek. "One more before I fill this cheating little pussy up?"

She nodded frantically, sobbing, fingers clawing at the wall. "*Yes,* Jaxon, yes--please--*don't stop!*"

"That's it," he grunted, one hand squeezing her tit while the other grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love getting ruined the night before your wedding."

She was right there--*right there.* Her whole body was a live wire, and her pussy was milking him with every thrust.

Then he leaned in again and whispered:

"Tomorrow, you'll smile at your husband... *while you're full of my cum.*"

Claire *screamed.*

Her orgasm hit like an explosion--violent, raw, endless. Her legs gave out completely, her whole body convulsing as she cried out, pussy spasming around his cock, drenching him as she came so hard it nearly blacked her out.

And that was it.

Jaxon snarled, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her *deep*--burying all eleven inches to the hilt.

"*Fuck--Claire--*take it. Take my fucking cum."

She moaned, delirious, as she felt him throb deep inside her. Then--

*He came.*

Hot, thick spurts filled her, pulse after pulse of heat flooding her womb.

"*Oh God,*" she whimpered, head falling forward. "I can *feel* it--Jaxon, you're filling me--"

"That's right," he growled, holding her flush against him. "I want you *dripping* with me tomorrow. While you say 'I do.' While he kisses you. While everyone claps."

Her pussy clenched again, milking every drop from him.

"You came inside me," she breathed, in awe, still shaking. "You *really* came inside..."

"Damn right I did," he said through gritted teeth. "I wanted it deep. I wanted it *messy.* I wanted him to marry a woman full of another man's cum."

She moaned, her walls fluttering around him.

"I love it," she whispered. "I love that you came inside me. I love that I'm *his* tomorrow but *yours* tonight."

They stayed like that for a moment--his cock buried in her, her body wrecked and dripping, both of them panting, trembling, silent in the darkness.

Completely filled.

Completely fucked.

(... to be continued.)

**Before the Vows -- Chapter 26**

*"Now clean up your mess, bride."*

Jaxon didn't move for a long second, his cock still buried deep inside Claire's soaked, twitching pussy. Her legs trembled, her breathing was shallow, and her body still trembled from the aftershocks of the orgasm that left her gasping against the wall.

But then--he pulled out.

A long, wet sound echoed through the empty hall as his cock slid free, thick and glistening with both their release. Claire whimpered at the emptiness, her thighs slick, her pussy fluttering from the loss of him.

Jaxon grabbed her chin, turning her face to his.

"On your knees," he said.

She dropped instantly, not hesitating for a second.

Kneeling in front of him in her half-undone wedding dress, hair messy, skin flushed, eyes blown wide--Claire looked up at him like she was starving.

His cock hovered inches from her face, soaked in her slick and his cum. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, and a final drop leaked from the swollen tip.

She licked her lips.

Then she dove in.

Her tongue dragged up the underside, slow and wet, gathering every trace of herself. She lapped around the head, moaning softly as she tasted them both. Her mouth wrapped around him, lips sealing, sucking him clean with desperate, wet slurps. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling, swallowing every salty drop like it was sacred.

"Sloppy little thing, aren't you?" Jaxon growled, watching her. "Look at you--cleaning up your fiancé's best man with your fucking *mouth.*"

Claire moaned around him in response, licking him thoroughly, greedily, like she couldn't get enough.

When he was finally clean and hard again, she released him with a wet *pop*, eyes glazed and lips swollen.

Jaxon smirked and helped her to her feet.

They adjusted themselves quickly--pulling her dress back down, wiping smudged makeup, fixing clothes. She still trembled as she slipped her heels back on, legs weak but heart pounding.

Jaxon leaned in close, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and pulled her into a *filthy*, deep kiss--tongues swirling, breath hot, a final taste of everything they just did.

When they parted, she was breathless again.

He grinned darkly. "Go back to your sweet little groom. Smile like nothing happened."

Claire swallowed, cheeks flushed, her body still aching from how he used her. "We'll do this again."

He tilted his head. "Damn right we will. Whenever I want. Wherever I want."

She hesitated at the door, turned one last time.

He gave her a mocking wink. "Tell Daniel I said thanks for keeping my pussy warm."

And with that, she slipped back into the light--back to the illusion--carrying his cum deep inside her.

(End of Scene.)

*(... to be continued.)*

**Before the Vows -- Final Chapter**

*"Say yes to him. But we both know who you *really* belong to."*

The morning sunlight poured into the grand wedding venue, golden and soft, casting warmth on white tablecloths, champagne glasses, and rows of delicate floral arrangements.

But the real heat came from the *whispers.*

"I swear someone had sex in here last night."

"Did you hear those noises near the reception hall? Sounded like someone was *really* going at it."

"I mean... it *is* a wedding. But damn."

Claire sat in her bridal ready-room, alone before the ceremony, her heart racing in her chest.

Not from nerves.

From *lust.*

Every whisper, every quiet giggle and scandalized gasp about someone fucking in the hall last night made her thighs press together. Her pussy ached just remembering it. How Jaxon held her up. How he filled her. How she begged for his cock while her *family* was in the next room.

And now?

Now she was about to marry Daniel--sweet, unsuspecting Daniel, smiling in the next room, fixing his tie, trusting his best man.

Claire stood slowly, smoothing down her white dress, trying to look like the perfect bride.

But her body was still soaked in *sin.*

She walked to the door, peeked out, and caught the eye of a nearby usher. "Can you send Jaxon?" she asked softly, with a nervous smile. "I... I just need a moment. With someone I trust."

---

In the groom's room, Daniel was adjusting his collar in the mirror.

Jaxon stood nearby, lazy and grinning.

"She looks stunning, doesn't she?" Daniel said, smiling. "God, I'm nervous."

Jaxon clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be fine. I'll go check on her. Make sure your bride isn't having second thoughts."

Daniel laughed. "Please. She's a mess in there when she's nervous. You know how she gets."

"Oh," Jaxon said with a wicked smirk. "I *do.*"

---

Claire stood in the middle of the ready room when he entered.

Their eyes locked.

Neither said a word.

She dropped to her knees without hesitation.

Jaxon unzipped.

She pulled his cock free and wrapped her lips around it instantly, moaning as she took him deep. Her tongue swirled, her cheeks hollowed, and her hands stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. She was sloppy, fast, *filthy*--her lipstick smeared, her hair perfect from behind, but her mouth a mess of drool and spit.

"Fuck," Jaxon hissed, gripping the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. "You just couldn't go a single day, could you?"

She looked up at him with tearful, devoted eyes, nodding as she gagged around his cock.

"You're such a good little bride," he growled. "Sucking my cock right before you marry him."

Her only response was a wet moan, louder and needier.

He wasn't gentle.

He face-fucked her slow at first, then harder, the sounds obscene and echoing in the small room. Her mouth was made for this--soft and eager and ruined.

"Open that mouth," he snarled.

She did.

He came hard, groaning low, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, eyes fluttering, and licked him clean without even being asked.

By the time he zipped up, she stood, fixed her lipstick, and smoothed her dress again. Like *nothing* had happened.

Except her panties were gone.

And she was filled with his cum.

Jaxon stepped back, watching her fix her veil with calm, practiced grace.

"You ready to go smile for your husband?" he asked with a smirk.

She turned to the mirror and smiled at her reflection--the glowing bride, the perfect picture of innocence.

"I was *born* for this," she whispered.

---

The ceremony was beautiful.

Claire walked down the aisle, her arm looped around her father's, her dress floating like a dream.

Daniel watched her like a man in love.

She stopped beside him. Took his hands.

The officiant spoke.

"Do you, Claire, take this man to be your husband?"

She didn't even blink.

"Yes," she said sweetly, her voice soft, her heart steady.

But her eyes flicked toward Jaxon.

And in that fleeting moment, they shared a look.

A secret, wicked smile.

The smile of two people who knew that beneath the dress, under the veil, behind the innocent eyes--*she was his.*

*Whenever he wanted.*

**--The End.**