Stepdaddy Helps Relax His Naughty Bride-to-Be

Rose was a bundle of nerves, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest as she paced around the living room. The wedding was just a few days away, and the weight of it all was pressing down on her. Her mom, Krystal, had tried to reassure her, but Rose couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. "Maybe I should just run away," Rose muttered, her voice trembling. Krystal, ever the voice of reason, suggested they rehearse the ceremony to ease her anxiety. "It might help you feel more in control," she said, her eyes soft with understanding. Rose nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew her mom was right, but the thought of standing in front of everyone, saying her vows, still made her stomach churn. As they began to practice, Rose's mind wandered. She thought about the man she was about to marry, Ryan. He was a good guy, kind and patient, but the idea of being intimate with him in front of everyone, of sharing such a personal moment, made her cheeks flush. She could feel the heat rising in her body, her thoughts drifting to the night before, when she had snuck into his room, her curiosity about his body and what it could do to her overwhelming. She remembered the way his hands had felt on her skin, the way he had kissed her, the way he had made her feel alive. She shivered, her body responding to the memory, her nipples hardening under her dress. Her mom, noticing her distraction, raised an eyebrow. "You okay, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Rose nodded, trying to focus, but her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and desires. She couldn't help but think about the way Ryan's body had felt against hers, the way he had touched her, the way he had made her feel. She wanted to feel that way again, to