CHEATING BRIDE
Cheating At My Wedding With My Brother-In-Law
The way he was fucking me, reducing me to a hole to be used for his pleasure always pressed some buttons inside my mind, driving me crazy with neediness and euphoria. Not to mention the taboo of the fact that I was being railed by my brother-in-law, at my own wedding.
The warm embrace of laughter and chatter engulfed me. People were having fun all around me, their voices filling the ballroom — the guests were dancing, talking to each other, drinking, and eating, and I smiled, taking in the spacious place.
I giggled when his strong arms snaked around me from behind, and his lips brushed my neck, sending a cascade of pleasure throughout every fiber of my being.
“Lucas,“ I purred, tilting my head and meeting my husband’s gaze. “People are looking at us,” I blushed, biting my lower lip.
“Let them look,” he laughed. “They can’t blame me for not being able to keep my hands away from my wife. Did you look in the mirror, you little minx? You’re hot as hell, especially in this dress.“
I laughed, melting into him, savoring the way the warmth of his body enveloped me. Pressing me against him, my husband drew a soft moan from my lips when I felt his huge bulge pushing into me.
“I want to rip apart your wedding dress and fuck you senseless right here, right now,“ he murmured in my ear, making my pussy throb.
“I’m not sure our guests would approve of that,“ I giggled, lifting my hand and caressing him.
“Well, we have an excuse — it’s our wedding.“
Turning around in his arms, I captured his lips with mine. His tongue poked at my lips, and I granted him access, moaning when he explored my mouth. He tasted so good and sweet, and I felt a hint of whiskey on his tongue as it danced with mine.
“Tonight, when we’re home, I’m going to ride you into the next week,“ I whispered, giving his lower lip a gentle bite.
“Do I really have to wait until tonight?“
“Yes,“ I purred, sliding my hand along his torso until I reached his bulge.
Giving him a quick squeeze, I won myself a groan from him. I crushed my lips to his again, making out slowly, taking my time to savor him.
“Naughty slut,“ he laughed, squeezing me in his arms, his words and his touch making me pulse in arousal.
“I’ll go and redo my make-up,“ I said, brushing his lips with mine.
“Okay,“ my husband told me, playing with a long strand of my hair.
Sauntering toward the bathroom, I gasped when I noticed Daniel, my husband’s brother, looking at me. Lowering my gaze, I shivered, a wave of arousal washing over me. He was leaning against the wall, his arrogant smile spreading all over his face when our eyes met.
Staring at me, Daniel ran his hand through his short, black hair, my pussy aching when he licked his lips. The elegant clothes highlighted his tall, taut figure, electric currents coursing through my core as I took in his image.
I felt the intensity of his amber eyes on me as I walked, and I added an extra sway to my hips for him. Waves of heat crashed within my core as I remembered the feeling of his cock inside me and how he had fucked me into oblivion so many times.
That was something I loved about him, and why I was sneaking around with him. God, my husband was an amazing lover but this guy … he was entirely something else! He was plowing me rough until I was mindless with pleasure, turned into a senseless, drooling and whimpering fucktoy.
I loved Lucas, but damn, the way Daniel was railing me like I was a slut, molding me into only a hole to be used for his pleasure was turning switches in my mind I didn’t even know I had before meeting him.
Stepping inside the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror, playing with a strand of my long, black hair.
“You look good, Amber.“
Every nerve in my being started to vibrate when I heard his low, seductive voice.
“Thank you,“ I smiled, sweeping my gaze over him while he sneaked inside and locked the door. “You, too.“
His elegant suit hugged his powerful frame, highlighting his muscles. When my husband had introduced me to him, every part of me had buzzed in arousal and all I could think about was how would be to have him fucking me. Well, both me and him discovered that fast — it felt mind-blowing perfect.
Daniel was five years older than me and my husband, and damn, he was hot as hell. It didn’t take him too much to have me on my hands and knees, railed into oblivion.
“You’re the sluttiest bride I have ever seen,“ he smirked, taking in my image, his eyes fixing on my tits, barely covered by the white fabric. “I like it.“
“Oh, I know,“ I said, turning around, allowing him to admire me from all angles.
The wedding dress I was wearing was short, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. I loved the way it embraced my lines, hugging my lean figure and accentuating my full tits and ass.
And from the way both Lucas and Daniel had stared at me all night, they liked what they saw, too.
My eyes fell on the tent in his pants, a sly smile spreading across my lips. Daniel closed the distance between us and turned me around, pressing my back to his broad frame. Our gazes met in the mirror, and I arched into him when he cupped my tits into his palms, massaging them.
“I want to fuck you right now, right here,“ he whispered in my ear, nabbing at it.
“Mmm, I like the idea, but you know this is going to be the last time, right?“
Yeah, it wasn’t going to be the last time, we both knew that, but I liked to tease him a little.
“Oh, so the slut wants to be loyal. Cute,” he laughed, kissing my neck, sending an electric shock directly to my clit. “Still, I want to have that cunt of yours around my dick now, at your wedding, while my brother — you know, the one you vowed to be loyal to — is in the next room.“
Oh, God, he really knew how to push all my buttons. His words and how taboo the entire situation was made every part of me pulse with desire.
This had been our little game for a while, the debauchery and the forbiddingness of the situation turning me on more than everything. Giggling and moaning, I pushed my ass against him, wiggling.
“Then what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to give your little whore one last ride?“ I purred.
My yelp echoed in the bathroom when he pushed and bent me over the sink. Waves of heat crashed within my core as he lifted my short white dress over my hips.
“Oh, God! No lingerie? Admit it, fucktoy, you thought about sneaking around with me at your own wedding!“
It was true, I had imagined having him fuck me like this, and knowing that only ignited another fire within me.
The sound of the zipper sent shivers down my spine, and my heart raced when his hard, big cock grazed my skin. Daniel guided himself inside my pussy, forcing a loud moan from my mouth when he buried himself balls-deep with a sharp push.
“Careful, my brother might hear his wife’s screams while I’m railing her,“ he laughed, starting to thrust.
“Oh, fuck!“ I gasped, bracing my palm against the sleek surface of the sink.
His movements were slow but deep, filling me with a pleasurable warmth that began to slowly spiral outwards from my core.
Pushing back, meeting his strokes, my gaze met his in the mirror. Our bodies rocked one into the other, my moans increasing in intensity when he moved faster.
The ecstasy stirred within my core, my release building in layers, each thrust adding another one. I could hear our guests’ voices and the loud music in the ballroom, and the wrongness of everything I was doing drove me crazy with lust.
Daniel’s cock swelled inside me, and I let out a little mewl when he yanked my hair, his eyes fixed on mine in the mirror.
“The slut needed it badly, right? Don’t worry, fucktoy, anytime you want something extra, something my brother can’t offer to you, just ask me for it. I’m going to wreck this tight cunt of yours until you’ll no longer be able to walk.“
His hips whacked against me faster and harder, our breaths getting ragged. Pinning me down, he jackhammered into me, hunting for his own pleasure more than aiming for mine. Tides of ecstatic agony washed over me as his strokes became rougher with each passing second.
The way he was fucking me, reducing me to a hole to be used for his pleasure always pressed some buttons inside my mind, driving me crazy with neediness and euphoria. Not to mention the taboo of the fact that I was being railed by my brother-in-law, at my own wedding.
I loved to be his toy. Pounding into my pussy like a beast in heat, grunting and focusing on his desire, he skyrocketed me toward the edge faster than ever.
“And don’t worry, if I accidentally breed you, it’s still going to be part of the family, right?“
Oh, God, those words did the trick. Crying out his name, I shook under his assault, coming undone in his arms. Clenching around his cock, panting, I screamed in delight, clawing at the surface of the sink.
Ramming faster into me, his growl sent shivers down my spine as he released himself inside my pussy, covering my inner walls with thick, sticky ropes of his seed.
“Oh, fuck!” I mewled, trembling uncontrollably.
Straightening, Daniel dragged me up together with him. Turning me around, he slammed my trembling frame against his body, cuddling me into his arms, soothing me.
“You’re alright, Amber?“ He asked, moving his palm around my back in irregular patterns.
“Yes, it was perfect,“ I panted, melting into him.
“Good,“ he said, placing a kiss on my hair.
I stayed in his arms a little longer, waiting for my breath to get back to normal.
“I have to go back, Lucas probably is wondering where I am,“ I whispered. “You should go there first, though. It’s going to look strange if we walk out at the same time.“
“I’ll go,“ he told me, tilting my head and giving me a kiss. “And don’t forget, I’m available whenever you want some fun, you little slut,“ he laughed, trailing his fingers along my lips.
“I won’t forget it,“ I laughed.
Oh, yes, I was going to be thinking a lot about this.
Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old of age or older. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and dialogues are pure imagination and are not real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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