Ruthless Romantic Pursuit On My Wedding Day

Wedding Day Temptation!

Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but all I can do is pace the room. The wedding starts in an hour, and I’m actually having second thoughts about it because of him. Why did he have to show up today of all days to embark on this ruthless romantic pursuit? I need to focus on my wedding, not him. But now he’s all I can think about, and he knows it.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and my sister comes in with a worried look on her face. “He said he needs to see you. Should I send him away?” she asks cautiously. For a moment, I ponder what I should do, then take a deep breath before I answer. “No. Just give me some time to hear him out and end this before the wedding starts.” She hesitates but leaves, and a few minutes later I see him walking through the door. Fuck, why does he look so good in a suit?

The door closes behind him, and he gives me that look he knows I can’t resist. “Damn. Your fiancé is one lucky bastard. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I want you back, Gemma.” My heart skips a beat, but I can’t let myself give in to him. “He is lucky. And you could have been too if you hadn’t fucked everything up.” He steps closer to me and gently brushes my arm,” I know I fucked things up between us, and I don’t deserve you. I want you to be happy with whoever makes you feel happy”. I feel like his words are a trick, but it’s something about the look in his eyes that brings back all those feelings I felt long ago.

His Ruthless Romantic Pursuit!

We talk a little longer, and I feel all the anger I felt towards him slowly dissipate. Without realising it, we are sitting so close together that I feel his arm brush against mine. I desperately want to feel his touch again, but I know that if I do, I might not be able to stop myself from wanting more. I stand and walk over to the window, trying to create some distance, but I know he feels it too. Quickly, I shake the thoughts from my head, but my body is betraying me with every passing second.

When I turn around, he is standing behind me, admiring my body. Quickly, I turn back around, afraid I might give in to my thought. Then I feel his hand gently slip around my waist as he breathes in my scent. “Please, Gemma, I need you. At least one more time before…before I can let you go”. His lips linger on the nape of my neck for a moment as I gather what little strength I have to resist his ruthless romantic pursuit. But it isn’t enough, and he knows it.

Slowly, he kisses my neck as I feel his bulge pressing against my ass. I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist and pins me against the wall. My heart is pounding out of my chest as his body presses against mine. His thumb traces my jawline as his lips gradually creep towards mine, then he whispers, “If you want me to stop, I will”. I feel his other hand wrap around my waist and pull me into him, catching a stolen breath.

I Know I Shouldn’t, But I Can’t Fight It!

The unspoken burning intensity of the moment clouds every sensible judgement I have left, and I give in. My lips crash against his as he pins me closer to the wall. Suddenly, the wedding dress I spent so long trying to find for today is an unwanted barrier that I’m dying for him to break. He unzips the back of the dress before taking a moment to admire my sexy ebony body. Before I can have a moment longer to think about it, he grabs me and throws me back on the bed as he undresses.

Swiftly, his hand caresses my body in a way only he can. I bite my lip as his lips trail down to my sensitive core, intentionally ripping off my white lace panties. Roughly, he pushes my legs open, kissing my inner thighs as he moans, “Mine”, before devouring my sweet wet pussy. My body arches at his tongue flicking vigorously against my clit. I run my hands through his hair, making him moan deeper into my dripping cunt. He jams his fingers inside, pressing them to my sensitive core until I am practically screaming for more.

With a not-so-subtle smirk, he obliges my pleas for more, flipping me to my knees. Without hesitation, he rams his throbbing cock deep into my core, steadying my waist with one hand. The other combs through my hair before gripping it to pull me closer to him. Each deliberate thrust he plunges into my soul is to remind me of why he is on this ruthless romantic pursuit. He pauses only for a moment to whisper into my ear seductively, “Gemma, you are mine. And I’m not letting you go. Now say it”. One final thrust sends me over the edge as I moan out, “I’m yours”!

What would you do if you were my future husband?

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