Carry Bridal Style Novels & Stories

I smirked knowingly. Minutes later, the bride has finally arrived. We all looked at my mother who was standing in the end of the carpet, wearing a white bridal gown with elegant heart neckline, embroidered with authentic crystals. She was holding her bouquet firmly as she started walking. Behind that transparent veil, I could see her twinkling lively eyes and sweet smile. She’s that… happy.

"Please," "No," "Where are you even taking me to?" "Out for fresh air," "Yes, thank you but I can walk. I have legs. I'm begging you, don't carry me," "It's not like it's my first time," he looked at me and raised a brow. "What's wrong with lifting my girlfriend?" "No one has ever carried me bridal style before. It's as embarrassing as telling your parents about your first sexual experience. Please, put me—" he smirked. The cunning snake. "Dick, you knew!" I exclaimed. "Put me—"

She said with a huge grin on her face. “I suppose we best get ready for this grand opening” I said as I stood from the bed. “You’re coming?” Carrie jumped up in excitement. “What choice do I have” I replied. Carrie and I spent the next hour choosing an outfit to wear, Carrie settled for a mid-length pinstripe skirt paired with a white silk blouse. She said she was going for a ‘sophisticated, important look’ whatever that is. I settled for a pair of high waisted black flared trousers with a gold camisole. It was elegant and matched perfectly with my gold handbag and stilettos.

As she moved, the gown caught the light, casting a subtle sparkle that accentuated her every step. Her hair was styled into a low braided bun, woven intricately to create an elegant yet timeless look. Delicate tendrils framed her face, softening her features and adding a touch of romance to her ensemble. The subtle sparkle of her gown was echoed in the shimmering highlights woven throughout her braid, lending an ethereal quality to her overall appearance. With her flawless makeup and effortless hairstyle, Evangeline was truly a vision of beauty as she prepared to step into the evening's festivities.

I was confused at the moment but my eyes widened more when I realized where I was. I'm in Hendrick's arms! Goodness! "Pardon my rudeness my lady, but I have to move you because you'll get soaked from the rain." Oh… I nodded my head. I couldn't answer because of embarrassment. This is the first time someone did this to me and it's Hendrick! I want the ground to eat me… Even if I can't see it, I'm probably blushing right now. Why does he have to carry me in a bridal style? And he's not wearing his shirt, huh?

Our favourite position. "God? Say my name baby" I said smirking to myself. I then put two fingers into her. Her moans increased and by this time I was hard too. I moved my fingers faster knowing that she was close to her climax. And she did by screaming my name. I licked my fingers and straightened her skirt and pulled her on my lap with her head on my chest. Soon we were there! "Can you walk baby?" I asked Cara. She nodded but I know she felt kind of disappointed. So instead I carried her bridal style with a heavy bag in my hand. I walked for another fifteen minutes making Cara even more curious.

No stress. "C'mon I am fine. Lead the way." She said and tried to walk on her own but she ended up falling into my arms. I grabbed her by the hips but then I removed my hands immediately. I don't want her to think I am taking advantage of her situation. I held her shoulder and placed my hands around the back of her thighs and carried her in a bridal style with our eyes connecting. It felt so awkward. "I can walk myself... " She said. "Yes, I can see that," I said in sarcasm.

She said. "Alright then" I said. I stood up from the bed, and tried to carry Denise, but Denise snuggled backwards. "What are you doing?" She asked. "You said you wanted to rest, so I want to carry you to your room, so you can rest properly" "You don't have to…" Before Denise could complete her statement, I carried her in a bridal style. She was light weighted, so it was easy to carry her. Denise looked at me with wide opened eyes, after I carried her.