Wedding Night Erotica Novels & Stories

Just looked hungry. He mouthed two words I read clear as day. Soon, baby. My thighs pressed together under the pink silk. I was still wet. Still throbbing. The real wedding night hadn’t even started yet.

Renata’s hands slid down my body, pulling off the cloth, showing my shaved vulva, my lips swollen with need. I was caught between them, just as I’d dreamed. Renata’s mouth found my breasts, sucking and biting gently. Her tongue circled my large nipples until I arched my back beneath her. Marcus moved behind me, his hands holding my hips, his penis hard against my thigh. "Ready?" he asked, his voice strained. "Yes," I gasped. He entered me, slow and deep, filling me with a stretch that made me gasp in pleasure. Renata’s fingers found my clit, rubbing in circles. Her touch was like electricity. I cried out, my body shaking as pleasure built, wave after wave.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Another woman replied and I blink my eye to see if I was dreaming or not. "Italy!!!"I shouted and she nodded. "How long was I out?" "Two days." the Italian lady replied to me. Two days. I have to be unconscious for two days. I thought about franklin and how he has shot two nights ago. That night was supposed to be our wedding night. A night that was supposed to be memorable. They killed franklin and let him burn inside the house... I held my heart to stop the burning ache that was starting to tear me apart. Franklin was gone and I was never going to see him and now I'm in Italy. I stared at my wedding ring which had franklin initials engraved on it and cried silently as I thought about him.

A thick trickle of his cum immediately leaked from my stretched hole, running down my thighs and staining the pristine white sheets. Roman flipped me onto my back again, hovering over me with a dark, satisfied smirk. His cock was still half-hard, glistening with our combined juices. He looked even hotter now—sweaty, flushed, hair messy from my fingers. “That was just the beginning,” he said, voice low and promising. “If your sister wants to act like a whore tonight, then we’re going to make sure this wedding night is one she’ll never forget… for all the wrong reasons.”

“Side by side. Look up at me.” Jessica and Claire lay down on the carpet, their bodies flushed, marked, and shining with sweat. Their breasts heaved as they breathed heavily, legs slightly spread, eyes locked on him with lust-drunk submission. Charlie stood tall above them, stroking his thick cock with firm, fast strokes. He towered over their naked bodies, the city lights from the windows casting dramatic shadows across the scene. “Well we'll well, Claire...I guess you were on to something... This could have saved our marriage....but you both belong to me tonight,” he growled, his hand pumping faster. “My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.”

“Take my cock, you sexy fucking widow.” Jessa cried out, her hips rising to meet him. The pleasure was blinding, compounded by the sight of Arthur moving closer. Arthur knelt beside the bed, his hand guiding his cock to her mouth. She opened for him without hesitation, sucking him deep, her tongue working the length of him as Daniel pistoned into her from below. The dual penetration, the taste of Arthur, the feel of Daniel—it shattered her mind into pure sensation. Daniel’s pace grew frantic. He was hitting that deep spot with every thrust, making her gasp around Arthur’s cock. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy raw,” Daniel promised, his voice shaking. “You like that? You like being used by both of

Her walls gripped him tight. Devin groaned. “Goddamn, you feel better than I imagined.” He started thrusting slow at first, then harder. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the penthouse. Each deep stroke made her breasts bounce. Devin leaned down and sucked on her nipples again while he fucked her. The silver hoops clicked against his teeth. Jayla wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Sweat slicked their skin. The smell of sex filled the air; her arousal, his sweat, the faint trace of his earlier cum.

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Victor I continued thrusting, driven by an insatiable desire. Her moans echoed loudly, and her inner thighs were soaked, yet it wasn't enough. It had never been enough, especially since that fateful wedding night. The memory of it intensified my movements. She kept screaming my name, and as I reached my climax, thoughts of the woman from my wedding night flooded my mind, arousing me even more. The mere recollection of her sent shivers down my spine.