Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 135: The Heated Dressing Room V (R-18)

Chapter 135: The Heated Dressing Room V (R-18)

The dressing room was a world apart, its plush velvet couch creaking beneath us as Sara’s moans filled the air, rapid and desperate.

"Ahh... ahh... yeahh... ahh..." she gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust of my dick into her pussy, her body arching beneath me in missionary position.

Her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper, her thighs trembling against my hips. The bunched-up fabric of her wedding dress was a forgotten tangle around her, her naked skin flushed and hot against mine.

"Argh, fuck! I’m gonna cum... ahh..." I groaned, my voice ragged, my lips smooching the warm curve of her neck as I fucked her harder, chasing the tight coil of pleasure building inside me. Her scent—floral and musky, raw passion—flooded my senses, driving me wild.

"Yes... yes... fill me with your semen... give me... ahh..." Sara moaned, her eyes half-lidded and rolling back, lost in the edge of her climax.

Her full breasts, soft and jiggling, rubbed against my chest with every thrust, her body trembling as she climbed toward her own release.

"Ezra... don’t stop..." she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting.

I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to.

"Arghh... fuck!" I growled, thrusting one last time, burying my dick deep inside her as the orgasm crashed over me like a storm. My body shuddered, my muscles tensing as I poured my cum into her, thick and hot, filling her up as she’d begged.

"Ahhhh... hmph..." Sara moaned, her voice muffled as she pressed her mouth against my shoulder, holding me tightly to her. Her body jolted beneath me, shivering as her own climax hit, her pussy clenching around my dick, milking every drop. "Oh... god... yeah..." she whimpered, her legs trembling as she came with me, her body shaking in sync with mine.

"Ahh... huff... huff..." I moaned, lifting my head to look at her, my chest heaving. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and though I was exhausted, the heat lingered in my body, my dick still sensitive inside her hot pussy.

Her face was flushed and glowing, her dark hair a wild tangle framing her face, and her eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding.

"Huff... so good, Ezra..." she said, a slow, wicked spreading across her lips as she cupped my cheeks with her hands, her voice soft but teasing.

"My wedding night sex... better than I imagined." She smirked, her fingers brushing gently against my jaw, her breath mingling with mine in the close space between us.

I lifted my eyes, meeting her gaze, my mind a mess of heat and confusion.

"So it’s fun, right?" she asked, her voice playful, but there was something deeper in her eyes, something that dared me to respond.

I didn’t answer—couldn’t. My dick was still buried inside her hole, still sensitive, still caught in the pull of her body, and my brain couldn’t form a thought.

Instead, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, my eyes closing as I lost myself in her again. She shifted beneath me, her hips adjusting slightly, her pussy still gripping me, and she kissed me back, her hands sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

"Ezra..." she murmured against my lips, her voice soft, almost tender, as we sank deeper into the moment.

Outside, in the main hall, the guests mingled under the golden glow of chandeliers, sipping wine and laughing, unknown to the scene unfolding behind the closed door of the bride’s dressing room.

The soft strains of a string quartet played on, the music romantic and serene, a cruel contrast to the reckless passion consuming us.

Aeri was out here, talking to her friends from college days, while Sara—the bride—fucked me with a hunger that showed no sign of stopping.

Guests stood in small groups, their wine glasses catching the soft reflections as they murmured excitedly, their voices a low hum.

At the front of the room, a stage draped in white roses and draped fabric stood ready, and a man in a sharp black tuxedo stepped up to the microphone, his grin wide and infectious.

He was the announcer, maybe a friend of the groom, his voice smooth and confident as he raised a hand to quiet the room.

"Alright, folks," he said, his tone carrying a playful edge, "I guess the moment we’ve all been waiting for is finally here."

The chatter died instantly, and the corner fell silent, their head resting as the music faded. The lights dimmed, casting the hall in a soft, aesthetic glow, with delicate beams of light filtering through wisps of ground fog that curled across the floor. Everyone stood, wine glasses in hand, their eyes fixed on the stage, anticipation crackling in the air.

Aeri stood near the center of the crowd, her light blue dress shimmering faintly, a glass of sparkling cider in her hand. She smiled, her eyes bright with excitement, but as she glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see me beside her, her brow furrowed slightly. I wasn’t there. Her lips parted, a quiet frown tugging at her face as she scanned the crowd, her unease growing.

"Where is he?" she muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening around her glass. Her friend in the sparkly red dress leaned closer, catching her expression.

"Everything okay, Aeri?" she asked, her voice low, careful not to draw attention.

Aeri forced a small smile, brushing it off. "Yeah, just... wondering where Ezra wandered off to," she said, her eyes darting back toward the hallway where I’d disappeared with Sara. "He’s been gone a while."

Her friend shrugged, sipping her wine. "Probably just chatting with someone. He’ll turn up. Come on, the groom’s about to come out!"

Aeri nodded, turning her attention back to the stage.

The announcer’s voice boomed again, pulling everyone’s focus.

"So, we’ve got the groom ready to walk out first," he said, his grin widening as he gestured toward the back of the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for my one and only best friend, the man of the hour—Daniel Brown!"

The music shifted, swelling into something ethereal, a heavenly melody of strings and piano that seemed to lift the air itself. The ground fog thickened, swirling in soft clouds as a spotlight cut through the dimness, illuminating a figure at the far end of the hall.

Daniel stepped forward, looking every bit the dashing groom in a tailored black coat, his tie crisp and his hair neatly styled. He moved with confidence, his smile bright but calm, his presence commanding the room. Whispers rippled through the crowd, especially among the women, who leaned closer to their friends, their phones already out to snap pictures.

"Oh my god, he’s gorgeous," a young woman in a glittery dress murmured to her friend, her camera flashing as Daniel passed through the fog, his shoes clicking softly on the marble floor.

"Total heartthrob," her friend whispered back, giggling as she zoomed in for another shot. "Sara’s one lucky girl."

Daniel reached the stage, climbing the steps with ease, and turned to face the crowd, his hands clasped in front of him, his smile warm and genuine.