Sarah's Wedding Night Seduction of the Groom
Sarah seduces and gets fucked hard by her best friend's new husband on his wedding night.
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The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Ballroom cast golden light across the dance floor as the reception reached its peak. Sarah stood near the bar in her deep emerald bridesmaid gown, the silk clinging to her curves, watching Emily laugh in Jake’s arms. Twenty-eight years old, sharp-tongued, and perpetually single, Sarah had smiled through every fitting, every toast, every moment of planning. But the truth burned low in her belly: she had wanted Jake since the day Emily introduced them three years ago.
Jake moved like a man who knew exactly how much power his body held. Six-three, broad-shouldered, the tailored black tuxedo did nothing to hide the hard lines of muscle underneath. When his dark eyes found Sarah across the room, the air between them tightened like a wire about to snap.
Emily was swept away by a cluster of aunts demanding more photos. Jake set his champagne flute down and crossed the floor with purpose. He stopped just close enough for Sarah to smell his cologne and the faint trace of whiskey on his breath.
“Corner,” he murmured, voice low. “Now.”
She followed without hesitation.
They slipped behind a thick velvet curtain into a small alcove reserved for the bridal party’s private bar. The noise of the reception dulled to a distant hum. Jake’s gaze dragged over her like hands.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, the words rough. “Pretend I don’t think about you every time I fuck her. Every time I say ‘I do’ tonight, I’m lying to everyone but you.”
Sarah’s pulse hammered in her throat. “Jake…”
“The families pushed this marriage hard. Emily’s a good woman. But you…” His hand rose, thumb brushing her lower lip. “You make me lose my fucking mind, Sarah. Always have.”
The confession cracked something open inside her. Years of stolen glances, late-night texts that never quite crossed the line, fantasies that left her soaked and ashamed. All of it ignited at once.
She grabbed his lapels and pulled him down into a kiss that tasted like sin and champagne. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against hers with zero restraint. Jake groaned into her, backing her against the wall, one thick thigh pushing between hers so the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her hip.