No stopping now!

I say nothing just looking up at Elijah as I attempt to catch my breath, my eyes glazed over with a layer of lust and desire. My breath still comes in short gasps as Elijah looms before me, his presence overwhelming. His hands slide up my torso, fingertips brushing the bare skin between my dress and bodice before coming to rest on my shoulders. He meets my gaze with burning intensity as he slowly, deliberately, pushes the fabric of my wedding dress down my body, bunching the silky material under my breasts. The silk catches slightly on my damp skin, the fabric already loosened from his earlier touch.

"God, you're magnificent," Elijah breathes, the words ragged as he exposes my breasts. His thumbs trace slow circles around my hardened nipples, and his pupils dilate further at my sharp intake of breath. I can't help but let a soft moan escape my lips, my hands resting on his chiseled body, now moving exploring every hard surface from his arms to his chest and down to his defined abs.

His erection presses against the dampness between my thighs, straining against the fabric of his suit pants. The bulge is unmistakable, his need evident in the way his breathing has quickened the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He leans forward capturing my lips in his, in a **** lingering kiss, which I eagerly return. The taste of my pussy lingers on his tongue, and I can see him fighting the urge to devour me all over again.

"Now it's my turn," he growls, his hands moving to the zipper of his pants. The sound of the metal teeth parting echoes in the silent room, mingling with my ragged breaths. His cock springs free, thick and already leaking precum, the tip glistening as he wraps his hand around the base.

I look down between our bodies and gasp seeing his magnificent cock. it's thick like a can and longer than I remember it being. His black cock pulses nearly in rhythm with my own beating heart. The sheer size of him makes my mouth water, a visceral reaction that surprises me. My fingers twitch with the sudden urge to touch, to remember the way he filled me completely, stretched me until I couldn't think straight. His hand moves with agonizing slowness as he strokes himself, the slick sounds of his palm gliding over his length mingling with our shared breathing.

Looking at Elijah I gently push his chest allowing me space to hop down from the vanity standing on shaky legs. I quickly drop to my knees my white wedding dress bunched around my slim waist, exposing my breasts and allowing a peek at my wet white lace panties, the dress becoming more wrinkled by the minute.

My hands immediately go to his hips, fingers digging into the firm muscle there as I look up at him. His dark eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide with need. I can feel the heat of him against my face, see the twitch of his cock as I exhale against the swollen head.

"Don't tease me," Elijah grits out, his grip tightening in my hair. His other hand still works his length in slow, deliberate strokes, bringing the tip close to my lips but not close enough to touch. The scent of him fills my senses—musky and distinctly male with a faint coffee undertone from his cologne that can't quite mask the deeper aroma of arousal.

A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock as he moves closer, the heat of his skin almost scorching my lips. His breathing is ragged now, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches me kneel before him. The church bells begin chiming the hour—eleven o'clock, 35 minutes before Alex should be waiting at the altar for his bride.

Elijah's free hand slides under my chin, tilting my face up toward him as he maintains eye contact. "You've got thirty seconds to take me in your mouth before I pin you against that mirror and fuck you so hard you forget his name," he growls, his voice thick with warning and promise

The cold marble bites into my bare skin as my fingers wrap around the thick base of his cock, replacing his hands. The heat of him pulses against my palm, the veins standing out in sharp relief as my thumb swipes over the leaking tip, spreading the slickness. His answering groan is deep, reverberating through his chest as his hips jerk forward, demanding more.

"Fuck," he hisses, his fingers tangling in your hair, not pushing but holding. Waiting. my tongue darts out, tasting the salty-sweet precum at the tip, remembering the unique flavor of him. I can't help but let out a low moan as I taste his precum the taste sending shocks of pleasure through my body directly between my legs.

My lips part wider, enveloping the thick head in one smooth motion. The stretch is immediate, the heat of him filling my mouth so completely it makes my pussy clench around nothing. Elijah's breathing catches, his grip in my hair tightening momentarily before he remembers himself. I look up through my lashes, meeting his dark eyes as I swirl my tongue around the ridge just beneath the head. His pupils dilate further, lips parting slightly as he watches my mouth work him. The taste of him—musky, slightly sweet—makes my thighs press together instinctively. I hollow my cheeks, sucking firmly as I take him deeper, the tapered head nudging at the back of my throat.

Elijah exhales sharply through his nose, his hips twitching forward reflexively. "That's it," he murmurs, voice rough with approval. One hand remains in my hair, guiding rather than forcing as he watches my lips stretch around his thick length. The other grips the edge of the vanity, knuckles whitening as I bob your head with increasing urgency. The sounds of my warm wet mouth working him fill the room, mingling with the soft echo of the church bells outside. His cock throbs against my tongue, the veins standing out prominently as he fights to maintain control.

"You still remember how to take me" he groans breathlessly. Encouraged I take his cock deeper into my throat. I can't help but gag slightly as his thick black cock pushes into the back of my throat. I look up into Elijahs eyes through my thick black lashes. My makeup beginning to run slightly as tears well in my eyes.

His breath catches as he sees my eyes watering, watching my throat work around him. "Fuck you're still just as perfect as I remember," he growls, fingers tightening in my hair. The praise sends a thrill through me, my pussy clenching around empty air as I redouble my efforts. One hand grips his thigh for balance, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. My free hand strokes what I can't take into your mouth, creating a tight seal with my lips as I bob faster.

"Look at you," he murmurs, watching the tears streak my face. "Taking me like a good girl. So fucking pretty when you're full of my cock."

The filthy words send a pulse straight to my clit, my hips grinding helplessly against nothing as I worship Elijah with my mouth. My tongue flutters along the underside of his cock, feeling every twitch and pulse as he inches closer to the edge. His hands move from the vanity to grip both sides of my face now, tilting my head back slightly as he slowly thrusts into my mouth.

The new angle forces more of him deeper, his cockhead nudging at my gag reflex with every movement. Tears stream down my face, leaving damp trails through my smudged makeup, but I don't care. The intensity in his eyes burns into mine as he watches himself disappear into my throat.

Elijah's cock throbs in my throat clearly close to his orgasm as his breathing increases. "I'm close" Elijah grunts through clenched teeth breathing heavy.