YEARN FOR YOU

On her knees in White

**Lizzy’s POV**

On our wedding day, just like I told you earlier, I did something really crazy.

I stood in front of the mirror in my wedding dress while friends and well-wishers filled the house. Some helped with the cooking. Others waited to accompany us to the church. The air smelled of perfume and food. Everyone looked happy.

Everyone except me.

*Marrying someone because of his money and out of pity,* I muttered under my breath.

Ken was in our room, smiling so brightly it almost hurt to look at him. The moment I walked in he pulled me into a tight hug.

“Today you’re going to be officially mine.”

I forced a smile.

My phone rang. Cherry, my best friend. I stepped out of the room to answer. While I was still on the call I heard a strange, wet sound coming from the visitor’s restroom. I ended the call and pushed the door open.

A man in his late forties stood there. Blue eyes. Dark skin. Full, attractive lips. His c**k was out, thick and heavy in his fist as he stroked himself hard. It was massive—long and veined like something carved from wood, the pink head already wet and glistening.

“Help me,” he said, voice rough. “I need to cum.”

Disgust hit me first. Then something hotter. My legs started shaking. I couldn’t look away from the size of him. Before I fully decided, I was already closing the door behind me and dropping to my knees on the cold tile.

He grabbed my neatly packed hair and shoved himself into my mouth in one deep stroke. No warning. No gentleness. He f****d my throat fast and hard, using both hands to pull me back and forth along his length. Spit ran down my chin. My eyes watered. Every time the thick head hit the back of my throat I gagged, but he didn’t slow down. His free hand found its way into the top of my wedding dress, rough fingers squeezing and pinching my breasts while he used my mouth like a hole.

The wet, filthy sounds of him throat-f*****g me filled the small restroom. My p***y throbbed so hard it hurt. I was dripping under the white dress, ruined already, and I still didn’t pull away.

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**Ken’s POV**

“The bride is missing?”

My mother’s voice cut through the noise of the house. I had been with Lizzy only a few minutes ago. She couldn’t have just disappeared.

“Please, let’s look for my wife,” I said, already moving.

I searched every room. Bedroom. Kitchen. Hallway. We were already late for the church. My chest tightened with every empty space.

*Have I offended someone so badly they want to ruin me on my own wedding day?*

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. It rang and rang with no answer.

Then I heard it—her ringtone, coming from the visitor’s restroom.

I walked straight to the door and pushed it open.

The sight stopped me cold.

Lizzy was on her knees in her wedding dress, mouth stretched wide around a stranger’s thick c**k. Spit and precum shone on her chin. The man still had one hand fisted in her hair, hips moving as he used her throat. When she finally pulled off, thick white c*m streaked across her lips and tongue. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, and tried to speak.

“I can explain—”

I didn’t let her finish.

Disgust and something far worse tore through me. Everything I had given her—every bill paid, every late-night reassurance, every plan for our future—flashed behind my eyes and turned to ash. I turned and walked out of the restroom with tears already burning down my face.

That same day I cancelled the wedding.

The next morning I booked a flight and left the country.

It was the greatest humiliation of my life.

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**Flashback ends**

**Lizzy**

One year and seven months had passed since everything fell apart.

Ken was gone. The stranger had disappeared without a trace. I had lost both of them in a single afternoon.

Life had been hard ever since.

I got out of bed that morning and prepared for an interview at a well-known company. I had applied for a secretary position. I put on my favorite outfit and my lucky shoes, then left the apartment.

When I arrived at the large building I headed straight for the auditorium.