Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 131: The Heated Dressing Room l (R-18)

Chapter 131: The Heated Dressing Room l (R-18)

My chest heaved as I caught my breath, my hands still gripping Sara’s hips, her body pressed against the door.

"Ahh... sighh..." I exhaled, the heat of the moment lingering like a haze. Her white gown was still bunched around her waist, her skin flushed and warm under my touch.

"Ahh... so good, Ezra..." Sara huffed, her voice soft and breathy, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She leaned back against the door, her body trembling slightly from the intensity we’d just shared.

I pulled back slowly, my dick sliding out of her pussy, and a few drops of our mingled juices hit the hardwood floor with a faint *drip*.

She straightened up, turning to face me, her naked body framed by the crumpled gown hanging around her hips. Her full naked boobs looked so hot, spilling out above the fabric, and her thighs dripping with my cum and her juices. The sight made my throat tighten, my pulse still racing.

"See?" she said, her voice low and teasing, her eyes locking onto mine. "There’s so much heat in you for me, too." Her hand drifted down, fingers brushing over her pussy, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.

She lifted her hand, her fingers glistening with the slick thick heat, and brought them to her lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue.

I swallowed hard, a low flush creeping across my cheeks as I watched her, caught between shock and the undeniable pull of her.

"Sara..." I muttered, my voice hoarse, unsure what to say.

"Ezra... come here," she said, her tone soft but commanding. She grabbed my collar, pulling me toward her, and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine.

Her boobs pressed firmly against my chest, soft and warm, and she hooked one leg around my hip, pulling herself closer until I could feel every curve of her against me.

My face found her neck, her floral perfume mixing with the raw scent of our intimacy, and my dick twitched, already stirring again despite everything.

"You can have me as much as you want, whenever you want, Ezra," she whispered, her eyes closed, her voice thick with emotion. "Ahh... I love your smell so much." Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, like she was anchoring herself to me and rubbing herself on me.

"Sara..." I said, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were intense, eager, pulling me in like a current I couldn’t fight.

My chest ached with the weight of it all—her confession, her body, the fact that we were here, in her dressing room, on her wedding day.

"You’re evil," I said, my voice low but with a hint of a smile, before I leaned in fast, kissing her hard.

She kissed me back, a smile spreading against my lips as she wrapped her legs tighter around my hips, her body pressing even closer.

My hands slid down, grabbing her ass, pulling her against me as she started fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, her fingers quick and eager.

"Take me to the couch," she murmured between kisses, lifting herself up and straddling me fully, her thighs gripping my waist.

I groaned softly, my hands squeezing her ass as I carried her across the room, her gown trailing behind us, her legs still wrapped around me.

"Ezra..." she whispered, her voice a mix of need and triumph, her hands tugging my shirt open, exposing my chest. "Don’t stop now."

The faint hum of the wedding music drifted through the walls, a distant reminder of the world outside, but in here, it was just us—tangled in a reckless sex before her marriage.

I turned, my eyes landing on the plush white couch in the center of the dressing room, its velvet cushions looking out of place amid the chaos of scattered makeup brushes. My hands were still on her ass, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I carried her across the room, her bridal gown trailing.

I lowered her onto the couch, the fabric sinking under her weight as I leaned over her, my lips finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Her mouth was warm, yielding, and she kissed me back with a fire that matched mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I pulled back, my lips smooching down to her neck, kissing the soft skin just below her jaw.

"Ahh..." she moaned, her voice low and breathy, her head tilting back to give me more room.

The sound sent a jolt through me, and I pressed my lips harder against her, sucking her skin lightly, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with her floral perfume.

I moved lower, my hands sliding up to her exposed boobs, free from the bra I’d unclipped earlier.

They were full, big and soft, and I groped them, squeezing gently at first, then harder, feeling her nipples harden under my palms. I leaned down, taking one peak into my mouth, sucking slowly, my tongue circling the sensitive peak.

"Ahh... Ezra..." Sara moaned, her body arching off the couch, her fingers tangling in my hair. She bit her lower lip, a soft whimper escaping as she pressed herself closer, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Her gown was still bunched around her hips, the white fabric a crumpled mess, and the sight of her—half-naked, half dressed, flushed, and wanting—made my pulse race.

I switched to her other mount, sucking the nipple into my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth.

She gasped, her body trembling under me, one hand gripping the edge of the couch, the other still in my hair.

"You’re... too much..." she murmured, her voice breaking into a soft laugh, though her eyes were heavy with desire.

I didn’t respond, just kept moving, my lips trailing down her chest, skipping over the bunched fabric at her stomach. Her skin was warm, smooth, and I could feel her trembling as I reached her thighs.

I spread her legs gently, my hands firm on her soft skin, and the sight of her pussy—glistening, wet from our earlier passion—made my breath catch. She was ready, dripping, and the raw heat of her pulled me in.

"Sara..." I said, my voice low, almost a growl, as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just above her hole. "You’re driving me crazy."

Her eyes locked on mine, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Good," she whispered, her voice sultry. "That’s exactly what I want." Her hand reached down, brushing against my cheek, urging me closer.

Without wasting any more second, I leaned in, my lips against her glistening wet vagina, tasting the heat and sweetness of her. Her moan was instant, loud and unfiltered, her hips lifting off the couch to meet me.

The room, the wedding, everything outside faded away—there was only her and her body.