Romans & histoires Wedding Night Sex Stories

their first night of love, but this is still the first night, namely their wedding night. In the wedding room of the couple George and Nora, now they are sailing the sea of ​​romance and sea of ​​pleasure together. Even though tonight wasn't their first night of making love, it was still their first night, namely their wedding night. Meanwhile, in Neil and Nancy's bridal room…. “Nancy, I want you, Honey.” TBC (TO BE CONTINUED)

“Good. Brace yourself up, darling. You’ll be getting the best pleasure of your entire life.” She swallowed hard. Having a one night stand with a stranger wasn’t on her list, but then there was no harm in having pleasure before a lifetime commitment the next day. Consumed by heat of having each other, they drove in her car to the hotel nearby. Indeed, he gave her the best pleasure she’d ever had. ********** THE WEDDING She shook her head slowly, hoping he would understand what she meant by that. In as much as she didn’t want to get married and would be happy if anything stopped the wedding from holding, she didn’t want it to be him.

My heart was pounding, and a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks. "Jesse…" "Yes?" Gathering every ounce of courage, I turned to face him. "Are… are you doing all this just because we're husband and wife?" Jesse's deep eyes felt like whirlpools, ready to engulf me completely. Despite my question, he remained silent. Slowly, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine, silencing all my unspoken words. This kiss was nothing like the fleeting one on our wedding night. Though restrained, it carried an undeniable intensity and a profound depth of emotion.

He groaned low against my ear, his body pressing me down into the mattress like he wanted to brand me there. His movements started slow, deliberate, his hips rolling against mine until I was a mess beneath him. He kissed the side of my neck, bit down softly, and whispered, “This is my wedding bed.” “Stop talking,” I gasped. He smiled against my skin, then thrust harder, faster, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the quiet room. The sheets were warm beneath me now, tangled around our legs. His ring pressed into my hip every time his hand gripped me.

“Fuck me harder. One last time.” He railed me like a man possessed — long, powerful strokes that hit the deepest parts of me. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit while the other gripped my veil like a leash. I came again within minutes, squirting around his thick cock while staring at my ruined, mascara-streaked face in the mirror. Victor didn’t stop. He kept banging me hard, destroying my married pussy on my wedding day. “Gonna fill you up again,” he snarled.

Ten minutes after the photos were posted, the social media servers crashed almost immediately. Search terms like "Superstar Stella Turner Cheating on Wedding Night", "Adam Green's Deliberate Cuckolding", and "Drake Cameron Catches Stella Turner Cheating Red-Handed" quickly dominated the trending topics. Meanwhile, my manager, Josh Mendez, was being flooded with calls. Covering the receiver, he looked at me with a pale face. "Drake, it's Stella's team, and also Mrs. Turner on the line…" he said. "They're all on the line."

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles. “Fuck, this married pussy is gripping me sooo good,” He groaned, slamming in deep and grinding against me. “Your little white husband could never stretch you like this. You’re ruined for him now, Sydney. This cunt belongs to this black cock. It was perfectly made for this cock… oh fuck!” I moaned and cried into the gag, my body shaking. Tears ran down my face, but my hips started pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. The mix of pain, pleasure, and shame made everything feel ten times stronger.

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.”

Drops of red began falling from the ceiling. One by one. Until they formed words across the wall. > “THE WEDDING IS TONIGHT.” Ethan and I stared at each other, speechless. And outside the bedroom, the old house bell began to chime. A countdown. Ding… Ding… Ding…