Ruined On My Wedding Day-5

ROSE

Daniel fell asleep quickly after he came, his arm draped possessively over my waist, a satisfied smile on his face. I lay there staring at the ceiling, heart still racing, Elias’s cum mixing with my husband’s inside me. The guilt should have eaten me alive. Instead it only made the ache between my legs worse.

I waited until Daniel’s breathing was deep and even, then slipped out of bed again. The balcony door slid open silently.

Elias was still there, leaning against the railing in the moonlight, cock hard and out, slowly stroking himself as he watched me.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, grabbing me the second I stepped outside. He shoved the silk robe off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked under the night sky. “Did you let him cum inside you again?”

“Yes,” I whispered, ashamed and so turned on I could barely stand.

Elias’s eyes darkened with raw jealousy. He spun me around, bent me over the railing again, and kicked my legs apart.

“Good,” he growled. “Now I’m going to fuck his cum right out of you.”

He thrust into me hard, burying every inch in one stroke. I moaned, gripping the railing as he started pounding me from behind. The ocean waves crashed below us while he fucked me like he hated me, hips snapping, balls slapping my clit.

“Quiet,” he warned, fisting my hair. “Wouldn’t want your husband waking up to see his new wife getting destroyed by his best man on their wedding night.”

He railed me mercilessly. Deep, brutal strokes that made my tits bounce and my knees buckle. One hand reached around to rub my clit roughly while the other squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard. Every thrust pushed Daniel’s cum out of me, mixing with Elias’s as it ran down my thighs.

“Elias—fuck—too deep—” I gasped, pushing back anyway.

“You love it,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard. “Love being a dirty little slut for your stepbrother while your husband sleeps ten feet away.”

I came suddenly, violently, pussy spasming around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs shook so badly I would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding me up. Elias didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, even harder, chasing his own release.

“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he demanded, voice rough.

“You,” I moaned. “My stepbrother owns it.”

He groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with another thick load. Pulse after heavy pulse, so much it overflowed immediately and dripped down my legs in messy streams. He kept grinding deep, pushing everything deeper, marking me completely.

We stayed like that for a long moment, his chest pressed to my back, both of us breathing hard.

Then he pulled out and turned me around. His eyes were intense, almost vulnerable for half a second.

“I’m not letting you keep doing this,” he said quietly. “Pretending with him. Letting him touch what’s mine.”

Before I could answer, the balcony door slid open again.

Daniel stood there, rubbing his eyes. “Raven? I woke up and you weren’t—”

He froze.

I was naked, flushed, marked with bite marks and handprints. Elias stood right behind me, cock still out and glistening with our combined mess.

The silence was deafening.

Daniel’s face went from confusion to shock to pure rage in seconds.

“What the fuck is this?” he whispered.

Elias didn’t even bother covering himself. He just pulled me back against his chest possessively, one hand splaying over my stomach.

“Tell him, princess,” Elias said, voice calm and dangerous. “Tell your husband who you really belong to.”

Daniel took a step forward, fists clenched. “Get the fuck away from my wife.”

The three of us stood frozen on the balcony — me naked and leaking both their cum, my husband staring in horror, and my stepbrother holding me like he had no intention of ever letting go.

The wedding night had officially exploded.