The wedding reception buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses under the twinkling lights of the garden venue. Sarah, a 25-year-old bridesmaid in a sleek red dress that hugged her curves, scanned the crowd for familiar faces. She hadn’t expected much from her cousin’s big day—just free food and a chance to dance—but then she saw him.
He stood by the bar, tall and broad-shouldered, with tousled dark hair and a jawline that could cut glass. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest, and his eyes locked onto hers across the room like a magnet. Hot didn’t even cover it; he was the kind of guy who made her thighs clench just from a glance. She bit her lip, trying to play it cool, but her body betrayed her, heat pooling between her legs.
She made her way over, grabbing a flute of champagne as an excuse. ‘Hey, you look like you could use some company,’ she said, her voice huskier than intended.
He grinned, those full lips curving up. ‘Only if it’s yours. I’m Alex, the groom’s best man.’ His gaze dropped to her cleavage, then back up, unapologetic.
They talked—flirty banter about bad wedding toasts and stolen dances—but Sarah’s mind raced. Every brush of his arm against hers sent sparks through her skin. She couldn’t stop staring at the way his pants strained over his thighs, imagining what lay beneath. By the time the DJ cranked up the music, she was soaked, her panties clinging uncomfortably.
‘Dance with me?’ Alex asked, his hand warm on her waist as he pulled her onto the floor. Their bodies pressed close in the crowd, his hardness grinding against her hip. She gasped, but he just smirked. ‘You feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me.’
Sarah’s control snapped. ‘Fuck this,’ she whispered, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the party, toward the dimly lit gazebo at the edge of the garden. The air was thick with jasmine, but all she could focus on was the ache in her pussy.
Once hidden by the vines, she shoved him against a wooden pillar and crushed her mouth to his. Their kiss was messy, tongues tangling as she fumbled with his belt. ‘I need you now,’ she panted, her hands diving into his pants to wrap around his thick cock. It throbbed in her grip, hot and veined, already leaking pre-cum.
Alex groaned, yanking her dress up to her hips. ‘God, you’re so wet.’ His fingers tore her panties aside and plunged into her slick folds, two digits pumping deep while his thumb circled her clit. Sarah moaned into his mouth, riding his hand shamelessly, her juices coating his palm.
She dropped to her knees on the soft grass, not caring about the dirt. Her lips parted, and she took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard. The salty taste of him filled her tongue as she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks. Alex’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper until she gagged, tears pricking her eyes. ‘That’s it, suck my dick like you mean it.’
He pulled her up after a minute, too impatient. Spinning her around, he bent her over the gazebo railing. Her dress bunched at her waist, ass exposed to the cool night air. Alex kicked her legs apart and thrust into her from behind in one brutal stroke. Sarah cried out, her pussy stretching around his girth, walls clenching greedily.
He fucked her hard, hips slamming against her ass with wet slaps. Each plunge hit her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her body. ‘You couldn’t wait, could you? Dirty girl, getting railed at a wedding.’ His hand snaked around to pinch her nipple through the fabric, twisting until she whimpered.
Sarah pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her clit grinding against the railing. ‘Harder, fuck me harder!’ Orgasm built fast, coiling tight in her belly. Alex reached down, rubbing her swollen nub furiously as he pounded deeper.
She came first, screaming his name as her pussy spasmed, milking his cock. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, legs shaking. Alex followed seconds later, burying himself balls-deep and flooding her with hot cum. It dripped down her thighs as he pulled out, both of them panting.
They straightened their clothes, sharing a wicked smile. ‘Best wedding ever,’ Sarah said, still buzzing. Alex kissed her forehead. ‘Round two later?’
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