Wedding Night Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

he replied and pulled me closer for a kiss. After the kiss, I pondered on whether to break the news of my pregnancy to him. How was he going to take the news? I didn't want to spoil our wedding night with the news even though, it was great news. I knew franklin was going to be happy when he heard the news but, I decided to tell him in the morning. I wanted my wedding night to be special like I had always dreamed of and I knew tonight was going to be great. "Hey, babe... Would you like to join me for a shower?" franklin winked and offered his hand for me to take.

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.

Evenings: strategy sessions over wine, debates turning heated, resolved in bed. Night one: Tension high. We sparred—fists flying, bodies colliding. He pinned me, breath mingling. "Yield?" I hooked a leg, flipping him. "Make me." We did—on the mat, sweaty and primal. Him behind me, thrusting deep, hand in my hair. "Mine." Night two: Scout run. Docks at dusk, disguised as joggers. Fog rolled in, hiding us. Back home, adrenaline buzzing. Shower sex—water hot, his mouth on my breasts, fingers inside until I screamed.

His muscular body made him look even more alluring. Thinking back to the time when he pursued me, I had been so excited and could hardly believe it. He was so handsome, while I was just a plain Jane. Just what did he like about me? He'd told me that he liked my gentleness and quietness, as well as my unique presence. I'd believed him. However, if that was true, then why did he never touch me at night? After all, I was his young, sweet wife. We hadn't even made it past our honeymoon yet; was this normal?

She came twice, her body surrendering completely. By evening, in the bedroom, it was missionary—intimate, eyes locked as he moved slowly, then fast, grinding his pubic bone against her clit until she begged. “Harder… please!” He obliged, pounding until they both shattered. The day blurred into a marathon of forbidden ecstasy—shower sex, where water slicked their bodies, his cock sliding in from behind; oral on the stairs, his tongue devouring her until she squirted; quickies in every room, each more intense than the last.

Friday night house warming solo but Harlan texted coming wife kids asleep snuck in back door fucked every room kitchen counter ass up cum sink bedroom mattress tested cock pounding walls shaking living room couch reverse cowgirl tits bouncing cum tits bathroom shower soapy anal against glass fogged handprints. Collapsed bed new sheets soft cum drying skin body humming sated but craving more endless cycle pussy clenching empty fingers dipping slow circling clit chasing one last peak before sleep claimed whispering his name soft.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the bedroom as I fucked her hard and fast. Fuck, my fiancée can't get enough; she was literally screaming for me to fuck her more. The horny whore must hаvе been just аѕ еxсitеd by rеtеlling thе story of the threesome she had at the club аѕ I wаѕ frоm hеаring it.

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck