The Wedding Stud

The moment I locked eyes with her across the crowded reception hall, my cock twitched hard in my tuxedo pants. Elena stood by the bar in a tight emerald dress that hugged her full tits and flared over her juicy ass, her dark hair cascading down her back like she was begging to be grabbed. We were total strangers at my buddy Mike's wedding, but the heat between us hit like lightning—raw, filthy want that made the air feel thick.

The band played some slow shit while guests danced. I grabbed two whiskeys and walked straight over, my pulse hammering.

"Hey," I said, handing her one. "You look like you could use a drink. Name's Jax."

She took it, her fingers brushing mine, sending a spark straight to my balls. Her lips curved into a sly smile, eyes flicking down my body like she was sizing up prey.

"Elena," she purred, voice low and smoky. "You're not from the bride's side, are you? Because if you are, I might have to steal you anyway."

I laughed, stepping closer so her perfume—something sweet and musky—filled my nose. "Groom's best friend. And you?"

"College roommate of the bride. Bored out of my mind until you showed up." She sipped her whiskey, then licked a drop from her bottom lip. "You look like trouble. The kind that knows how to fuck."

My dick jumped again. No games. Good. The tension coiled tight in my gut as I leaned in, my mouth near her ear.

"You have no idea," I growled. "But I bet that tight little pussy of yours is already wet thinking about it."

Elena's breath hitched. She pressed her thigh against mine under the bar, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Prove it, stud. Right now. Before someone notices."

We slipped out fast, hearts racing, weaving through the side exit into the warm night air behind the venue. A quiet stretch of grass led to a small garden shed, half-hidden by bushes. The door wasn't locked. I shoved it open, pulled her inside, and kicked it shut. The space smelled like cut wood and earth, dim light leaking through a tiny window.

Elena spun on me, grabbing my tie and yanking me down for a kiss. Her mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against mine as she moaned into me. My hands roamed, squeezing her fat tits through the dress until her nipples poked hard against the fabric.

"Fuck, you're built like a goddamn stud," she gasped, breaking the kiss to palm the massive bulge in my pants. "This cock feels huge. I need it."

I spun her around, bending her over a stack of crates. The dress rode up, revealing a black lace thong disappearing between her plump ass cheeks. I ripped it aside, exposing her shaved pussy already glistening with slick.

"Look at this sloppy wet cunt," I muttered, dropping to my knees and burying my face in her. I licked her clit hard, sucking it between my lips while two fingers plunged deep inside her.

"Oh shit—Jax!" Elena cried, pushing back against my mouth. "Yes, eat that pussy. Fuck, your tongue... don't stop."

Her juices coated my chin as I tongue-fucked her, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her thighs shake. She came fast, her walls clamping down, a sharp squeal escaping her as she flooded my mouth.

I stood, unzipping my pants. My thick eight-inch cock sprang free, veiny and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Elena glanced back, eyes wide with lust.

"Holy fuck, that thing is a monster. Give it to me. Stretch me."

I didn't wait. Grabbing her hips, I slammed into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. The wet slap of skin echoed in the shed. She was tight, scorching hot, gripping me like a vice.

"Goddamn, your cunt's sucking me in," I groaned, pounding her deep. Each stroke made her ass jiggle, the sound of my balls smacking her clit filling the air.

Elena braced on the crates, moaning loud. "Harder, you stud! Fuck me like you own this pussy. Yes—right there!"

I reached around, rubbing her swollen clit while I railed her. Sweat dripped down my back, her dress bunched at her waist. I yanked her hair, arching her back so I could bite her neck.

She came again, harder, her pussy spasming around my cock, squirting a little down my thighs. "I'm cumming—fuck, I'm cumming all over your big dick!"

I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the crates. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back in, this time face to face. We kissed messily, tongues battling while I fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits bounced free from the dress; I sucked one nipple hard, teeth grazing it.

"Fill me up," she begged between gasps. "I want that stud cum deep in my cunt. Breed me, Jax."

The dirty words pushed me over. My balls tightened. I thrust faster, the wet squelch of her soaked pussy obscene.

"Take it, you horny slut," I snarled. "Here it comes—fuck!"

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum pumping into her clenching walls. She milked every drop, her own orgasm ripping through her again, nails digging into my shoulders.

We stayed locked like that, panting, my cock still twitching inside her as cum leaked out around it. Finally I pulled back, watching it drip down her thighs.

Elena smiled lazily, adjusting her dress. "Best wedding I've ever been to. You really are a stud."

I grinned, zipping up. "Anytime you need a stranger to wreck that pussy again, you know where to find me."

We slipped back into the reception separately, but the secret heat between us lingered like a promise.