Fallen 68

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I knew that this was Meadow’s first time and that I was supposed to be patient with her. But fucking hell!

She was driving me crazy with those slow moves and those sounds she was making.

I’d said it time and time again. Meadow was going to make me lose my fucking mind. I knew it. I expected it.

And all I’d done was kiss her and have her mouth around her cock, but I was already losing every manner of control I’d instilled in myself.

I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been ecstatic about it or fucking pissed.

Maybe I would dwell on that later. But for now…

“Just look at you,” I growled, watching drool leak from the corners of her mouth as she opened it wider. Half of my cock was wet with her saliva, and the other half… Well, I was about to get it wet.

“So beautiful. So fucking dirty.”

Her face was already flushed but I could still see the new shade of red that appeared as she blushed. Meadow was the eighth fucking wonder of the world. She was snappy with me, but the second I gave her what she asked for, she tried to crawl back into her shell.

I loved that about her.

Still holding onto her hair, I pulled out of her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe. My cock twitched as I watched her pant for breath.

Somehow, the thought of her losing her breath because of me made my cock even harder. It made me want to toss her onto my bed and give her something to really lose her breath for.

“Alaric,” she moaned, looking up at me as she tried to wipe the drool from her jaw. I shook my head.

“Don’t wipe it off,” I grunted. “I want to see the mess I make of you.”

She froze for a moment, and then slowly let her hand drop like the good girl she was.

My fingers tightened in her long hair as I pushed my hips forward again, just barely pushing my tip against her lips and pulling out again. “Open up, baby,” I rasped. “Be a good little wife and take your

husband’s cock down your throat.”

Meadow let out a sound between a gasp and a moan as her lips parted for me again. I groaned at the sight. Her reaction when she noticed my piercings was top fucking tier. I could tell that so many

emotions rose up in her at once–surprise, arousal, a little fear.

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I ran the tip along her bottom up

mouth is so warm.”

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She moaned around me as I pushed further in, the vibration making my thighs twitch. “You like this, don’t you?” I hissed. “You like being on your knees for me like a needy little slut?”

I pushed until I was near the back of her throat. Meadow gagged, but only slightly. She was learning how to relax her throat for me. Pride surged in my chest.

I pulled back again, letting her breathe, but not for too long.

“Keep those eyes on me. I want you to watch me lose my mind over this mouth.”

When she obeyed, I thrust forward again, this time with no restraint. A warm feeling started from my chest, moving downward to my stomach. A low groan rumbled in my throat.

And then I pulled back and slammed forward again, hitting the back of her throat.

And Meadow, she… “What the fuck are you doing, baby?”

She swallowed. Fucking swallowed my cock.

She looked at me with those doe eyes and my gaze narrowed.

My control completely snapped. “For that, you’re going to swallow my cum.”

I threw my head back as I began to fuck Meadow’s mouth with so much fervor, pleasure sparking through my spine as she gulped and gagged around my cock.

My breath stuttered, every nerve in my body pulling taut. Tense. Heat licked up my spine and my vision. blurred. “Goddamn it, Meadow.”

How was I ever going to let her go after this? After she just made me lose every ounce of control I had?

I held her head steady, my hips jerking forward thrice, and then everything inside me shattered.

The release tore through me, hard and raw, more intense than anything I’d ever felt in years from fucking

other women. And as I poured down Meadow’s throat, I watched her red, teary eyes as it happened,

watched her swallow me, not looking away even once as my body trembled.

She looked like she was… fascinated. Probably from something she’d seen on my face.

Slowly, I pulled out of her mouth, dragging my thumb along her wet bottom lip, the only part of me still

able to move.

“Fuck, baby… you have no idea what you just did to me.”

Meadow rose to her feet, biting down on her bottom lip to hide a smile as her hazel eyes darted to mine. “I think I may have an idea. Just a little.”

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Her voice was smooth and raspy, sexy and smoky especially after I’d just ruined her throat.

“Come here,” I murmured, jerking her against my body as I claimed her mouth with mine.

I snapped open the clasps of her bra and backed her toward my bed, tossing her onto it and joining her

without hesitation.

“Oh god,” she moaned against my mouth, and I took that as an opportunity to stick my tongue inside her

mouth.

“You were such a good girl for me today, baby,” I rasped against her jaw. “I should reward you for that.”

I started to kiss my way down her body, stopping at her chest to swirl my tongue around her nipples and

suck on her breasts, and then I continued downward until the only thing separating my mouth from her

pussy was the white lacy fabric of her underwear.

And then I snapped the sides of the fabric had enough for them to fall apart.

Meadow gasped. “Damn it. I really liked this pair.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” I said to her pussy before I dove in, licking and lapping up her wetness.

And trust me—there was a lot of it. Sucking my cock had made her wetter than I’d ever seen, and her clit

was fucking hard as I took it into my mouth.

The noises Meadow made as I ate her out were music to my ears. And when she tried to jerk away from me, I tightened my grip around her thighs.

“Don’t run from me, baby. Stay put,” I growled softly.

Meadow rambled some gibberish that I couldn’t be bothered to understand. Words I was almost fully certain she didn’t realize she was saying.

She pulled on my hair and I groaned into her pussy, pushing two of my fingers inside her and fucking her at a slow pace.

It didn’t take long for Meadow to come. She was already at the edge when I curled my fingers against her G–spot and sucked on her clit at the same time.

She came with a loud cry, my name on her lips, her virgin pussy clamping around my fingers, her back arching fiercely.

I kissed her thighs as her orgasm rolled through her. And then I climbed up the bed, pulling her against my chest.

“You okay?” I murmured as she panted for breath.

“Yeah,” she breathed after a full minute. “Yeah, I think I just need a second to remember my name.” t

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Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.