Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 137: Special Wedding Night in Dressing Room (R-18)

Chapter 137: Special Wedding Night in Dressing Room (R-18)

The grand hall thrummed with anticipation, a soft glow from the chandeliers bathing the crowd in golden light. Guests sipped their drinks, murmuring excitedly as they waited for the stage to come alive with the bride’s entrance. The music had shifted to a lively tune, and the announcer’s playful Q&A with Daniel, the groom, kept the mood festive, but a ripple of curiosity passed through the room.

Sara’s absence stretched on, and whispers of "Where is she?" began to weave through the crowd. Aeri, standing near the center in her shimmering light blue dress, felt a growing unease. For too long for Ezra and Sara to be gone. Her brow furrowed, worry tightening her chest.

"It’s been too long," Aeri muttered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the hall. She glanced at the dim hallway where Ezra had disappeared to meet Sara, her heart thudding with a mix of concern and suspicion.

Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind. "I’m checking on them," she whispered to herself, smoothing her dress and stepping forward. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor—*tap, tap, tap*—as she moved quickly through the crowd, her pace determined, her eyes fixed on the hallway’s shadowed entrance.

Inside the bride’s dressing room, a different scene unfolded, one of raw, reckless passion. The air was thick with the scent of Sara’s floral perfume and the musky heat of our entangled bodies.

The plush white velvet couch creaked beneath us as we lay naked on our sides, my chest pressed against Sara’s back, her naked skin hot and slick against mine. Her wedding gown lay crumpled on the floor, a forgotten heap of white lace, as I fucked her from behind, my dick buried deep in her pussy.

"Ahh... ahh... yeahh..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking with each thrust, her body arching to take my cock deeper. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, wild and tangled, and her hands clutched the couch cushions, fingers digging into the soft fabric.

"Arghh... fuck..." I groaned, my lips smooching the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

One hand lifted her leg, holding it high to open her legs up, while the other squeezed her full both boobs, my fingers kneading the soft mounds, keeping her steady against me. Her body jolted with each thrust, her back pressing tighter to my chest, the rhythm of our bodies relentless.

"Ahh... I’ll surely get pregnant with this one... ahh..." Sara moaned, a wild smile spreading across her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her voice was thick with pleasure, her words reckless and taunting.

"Then get pregnant... arghh..." I growled, my voice rough as I thrust faster, my dick slamming into her hot, fiery pussy. The tightness was unbearable, her pussy walls gripping me with every movement, pushing me closer to the edge. "You want it, don’t you?" I muttered, my lips brushing her ear, my hand squeezing her balls harder.

"Ahh... fuck... ahh... ahh..." Sara’s voice broke, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as I fucked her relentlessly.

The room echoed with the wild *slap, slap* of skin colliding, my hips slamming against her soft, round ass, the sound raw and primal.

"Come here," I said, my voice low and urgent as I pulled her head closer, my hand tangling in her hair.

Our lips crashed together, hungry and messy, her tongue meeting mine in a frantic dance. Her eyes were watery, tears of extreme pleasure glistening as she kissed me back, her body trembling against mine.

Our naked bodies moved in a smooth, frantic rhythm, rubbing and grinding as we fucked, her skin slick with sweat and desire. She jolted with each thrust of my dick, her body sticking close to mine, craving more, taking every shot I gave her.

"Ahhh... this feels too extreme... ahh... I’m gonna cum, Ezra..." she said, her voice a mix of a cry and a smile, her face flushed, her eyes shining with a wild, desperate joy.

"Arghh... yeahh... me too..." I groaned, my focus narrowing to the tight, pulsing sensation in my dick.

I banged her pussy faster, harder, the couch rocking beneath us as I chased my climax, my body tense, my breath ragged.

"Fuck, Sara..." I gasped, my hand gripping her thigh, the other still on her boobs, as the pressure built to a breaking point.

"Ahh... ahh... yeahh... shoot it... fill my womb with your semen again," Sara moaned, her voice thick and desperate, her eyes rolling back as her body jolted, teetering on the edge of climax.

Her hips rocked against me, urging me deeper, her smooth skin slick with sweat under my hands.

"Arghh... fuck!" I growled, my voice rough as I thrust deep, my dick hitting a wall inside her hot, slick pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness gripping me like a vise, pushing me past the point of control. My hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I drove my dick into her with everything I had.

"Ahhhh..." Sara’s voice broke, a raw, shuddering cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her naked body jolted in my arms, her back arching, her thighs trembling as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

"Ezra... yes..." she gasped, her hands clutching the couch cushions, nails scraping the velvet as she rode out the high.

"Ahhh... ahhh... yeahh..." I groaned, my lips pressed against the warm curve of her neck, my breath hot against her skin.

"Arghh Fuck!!" With one final, desperate thrust, I came, releasing a flood of thick, hot semen inside her, my body shaking as the climax tore through me. "Ahhhh... Sara..." I muttered, my voice barely audible, my hips slowing as I poured my hot fluid into her hole, my dick still buried deep in her pussy that is pulsing warmth.

"Ahh... ahhh..." Sara exhaled, her body relaxing against the couch, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

Her eyes fluttered shut, a faint, satisfied smile curving her lips as she lay there, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room.

"So good..." she whispered, her voice soft, almost tender, her hand reaching back to brush against my thigh.

"Huff... huff..." I panted, my hands still on her waist, holding her like a lifeline as I tried to steady my racing heart.

My body was spent, but the heat lingered, my dick still sensitive inside her, her warmth keeping me tethered to the moment.

The faint music from the hall drifted in, a slow, romantic tune that seemed to mock the raw, chaotic passion we’d just shared.