A Kiss at Someone Else's Wedding

"And if I kissed you right now, you wouldn't scream?" he whispered directly into my ear, and his low voice sent a shiver racing down my spine.

We were tucked in a corner of the banquet hall where the music was blasting and my friend Lena was spinning around in her white dress with her brand-new husband. I'd come alone. He turned out to be a friend of the groom. Two strangers brought together by a random joke across the table: he said I smiled too beautifully to go without a kiss, I shot back that he was too cocky to earn one. Then his palm landed on my waist like it was nothing, and everything spiraled from there.

His eyes—dark, hungry—wouldn't leave my lips. His fingers slid lower, pulling me flush against him. I felt his cock hardening through the fabric of his slacks, and my breath hitched.

"You're serious? Right here?" I breathed out, but instead of pulling away, I pressed myself closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with a faint trace of whiskey went straight to my head.

—Aquí mismo —respondió él, con voz ronca—. ¿O prefieres que te arrastre al guardarropa y te folle como es debido?

The words hit me low in the belly. I nodded, unable to keep pretending anymore. His mouth crashed onto mine, hard, no tenderness. The kiss was greedy, demanding. His tongue shoved inside, tangling with mine, and I moaned into his lips. His hands were already hitching up the hem of my short dress, palms gripping my ass, grinding me against his rock-hard cock.

"Dios, estás tan mojada…" murmuró, alejándose por un segundo. Sus dedos se deslizaron bajo mis bragas, encontraron mi clítoris y presionaron con fuerza. Me estremecí, clavándole las uñas en los hombros.

"Aquí no… alguien nos verá…" susurré, incluso mientras abría más las piernas, dándole todo el acceso que quería.

He smirked, spun me around to face the wall, and pressed me against it behind a column. The music thundered, guests danced, no one looked at our dark corner. He unzipped his pants fast, and I felt his hot, thick cock pressing against my soaked slit.

«Dime que lo quieres», exigió en un susurro bajo, arrastrando el glande a lo largo de mis pliegues.

"Lo quiero… fóllame", jadeé, y él me embistió de una sola embestida brutal.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming. His cock was thick, stretching me from the inside. He started moving immediately—fast, deep, gripping my hips. Every thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. My palms braced against the cold wall, dress hiked up to my waist.

"Silencio…" susurró contra la nuca, pero solo aceleró. "¿Sientes lo apretado que está tu coño alrededor de mí? Tan caliente… tan jodidamente apretado…"

"Yes… harder…" I moaned under my breath. He changed rhythm: slow, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in to the hilt. I was trembling, legs going weak.

Se retiró, me giró para quedar frente a él y me levantó por el culo en un solo movimiento. Envolví mis piernas a su alrededor, y volvió a hundirse dentro, esta vez mirándome directo a los ojos. El beso se hizo más profundo, casi salvaje. Su lengua me follaba la boca al mismo ritmo que su polla me follaba el coño.

—Voy a correrme… —jadeó, acelerando—. ¿Quieres que me corra dentro de ti?

"Yes… fill me up…" I whimpered, feeling my own orgasm building.

Él se hundió en mí especialmente profundo y se quedó inmóvil, inundándome con chorros calientes de semen. Me corrí justo después, apretándome a su alrededor, mordiéndole el labio para no gritar. Olas de placer recorrieron mi cuerpo, mis piernas temblaban.

He set me down but didn't let go. His fingers were still inside me, moving slowly, pushing out the mixed wetness.

"This is just the beginning," he whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Once they leave for their honeymoon, I'm finding you again. And then I'll kiss you somewhere other than your lips…"

Lo miré fijamente, respirando con dificultad, sintiendo su semen escurrir lentamente por mi muslo bajo el vestido. La música seguía sonando. Y ya sabía que estaría esperando la continuación.