It was the day of her wedding. All her family had come to see her get married to the man of her dreams. Her friends, all well excited to finally see their promiscuous friend finally settle down. Up in her hotel room she was fixing her dress to set straight, and tidying it a bit. She had sent everyone out of the room so she could get some alone time, before the hour of her aisle walk.
She admired herself greatly in the mirror. How beautiful she though she looked. Then a knock came upon the door. Cara sighed impatiently with the lack of privacy as she strolled over to the door. She turned the knob, and was ready to deliver a stern talking to, when low and behold stood Lucifer. He was devilishly handsome, and she only recognized him from the pictures he had seen of him online. His name wasn't really Lucifer, but that's what he liked to be called, and Cara had always obeyed that. She had never met him before this point, only thrice monthly conversations about what was happening in their lives, and then straight onto the sex they would one day have after finally meeting. They had spoken for three long years, and now, here he stood, and she couldn't help but think that his pictures did him no justice.
But wait, this couldn't happen. It was her wedding day.
"Hello, little girl," Lucifer said.
He had always called her that, in spite of her five foot and two inches of height. It was safe to say he towered her now. She trembled a smile onto her lips, not sure how to handle the events before her. But as it turned out, she didn't have to decide, he simply leaned forward and kissed her. Full and deep, and also demanding that he better not be rejected. Cara obeyed by kissing him back, but he also could sense the fear. He broke from her lips, and smiled at her.
"Don't worry, we're gonna have alotta fun," he told her gently.
She bit her lower lip, and thought nothing, for nothing would pop into her head, finally she smiled her nervous smile and whispered quietly, "ok, but please, don't mess up my hair..."
He laughed at her request and nodded in concurrence. He kissed her again, and slowly moved from her mouth down to her shoulders that were left bare by the design of her dress. His hand, brought up slowly, cupped and caressed her right breast through the silk material. His left slid down her back and rested on the small to pull her bottom half onto his own. Cara gasped, and Lucifer smiled. He sat her down in the chair, and lifted the three layers of material around her waist. He then began to dine upon the wetness flooding her pussy.
Cara found it impossible not to scream. He was so sensual yet rough about it, all the while constantly delivering the message not to disobey him. He then began to kiss his way onto her thigh, and down to her calf. He then moved to her ankle and down to the tips of her toes. He came back up to kiss her again.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked her.
Cara was catching her breath after the multiple orgasm she had received from his tongue alone, and could only nod. He smiled at her flushed face, hand on her thigh which he began to slowly move up towards her pussy.
"Do you love me?" he asked her.
Cara still panting, and legs quivering, smiled, and nodded her response to him. With the nod, Lucifer thrusted two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She almost screamed at the shock of it, and threw her head back. Biting her lip feverishly, but also trying not to draw blood. He worked her, and she began to build up another orgasm. But just as she was about to scream it out in pure rapture and ecstasy, he stopped. He pulled her hand away, smearing her juices on her inner thigh.
She gave him a wounded look, and he smiled at the begging look in her eyes. He stood her, supporting her as she looked ready to crumble.
"What time does your wedding start, my dear?" he asked.
‘Fuck, the wedding....' Cara thought to herself.
