他人の結婚式でのキス

"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.

"Right here," he answered, voice rough. "Or do you want me to drag you into the coatroom and fuck you properly?"

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.

"God, you're so wet…" he murmured, pulling back for a second. His fingers slipped under my panties, found my clit, and pressed hard. I jolted, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Not here… someone will see us…" I whispered, even as I spread my legs wider, giving him all the access he wanted.

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.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded in a low whisper, dragging the head along my folds.

"I want it… fuck me," I gasped, and he slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

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.

"Quiet…" he whispered against the back of my neck, but he only sped up. "Feel how tight your pussy is around me? So hot… so fucking tight…"

"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.

He pulled out, spun me to face him, and lifted me by the ass in one motion. I wrapped my legs around him, and he sank back inside, this time staring straight into my eyes. The kiss went deeper, almost savage. His tongue fucked my mouth in the same rhythm his cock fucked my cunt.

"I'm gonna come…" he breathed, speeding up. "You want me to come inside you?"

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

He drove into me especially deep and froze, flooding me with hot ropes of cum. I came right after, clenching around him, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body, my legs shaking.

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…"

I stared at him, breathing hard, feeling his cum slowly trickling down my thigh under my dress. The music kept playing. And I already knew I'd be waiting for the sequel.