Chapter 1: The Escape
The ballroom buzzed with laughter and clinking champagne glasses, the air thick with the scent of roses and anticipation. My wedding was tomorrow, and the rehearsal dinner was in full swing. I should’ve been the center of attention, charming guests and playing the perfect groom-to-be. But all I could think about was her—Roxanne. My secret, my obsession, my futa goddess who’d been driving me wild for months behind closed doors.
I caught her eye across the room. She leaned against the bar, a vision in a tight black dress that hugged every dangerous curve of her body. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and those piercing green eyes locked onto mine with a smirk that promised trouble. She tilted her head toward the hallway, a silent command. My heart raced. I knew what she wanted. One last ride before I said ‘I do.’
‘Going to grab some air,’ I muttered to my fiancée’s uncle, who barely nodded, too drunk on whiskey to care. I slipped through the crowd, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor as I made my escape. The hallway was dim, the muffled sounds of the party fading as I spotted Roxanne waiting by the stairwell, one hip cocked, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her cleavage into a sinful display.
‘Took you long enough, pretty boy,’ she purred, her voice low and dripping with mischief. ‘Thought you’d chicken out on me.’
‘And miss my last chance to get fucked senseless by you?’ I shot back, stepping closer, the heat of her body already pulling me in. ‘Not a chance, Rox. I’m not married yet.’
She laughed, sharp and wicked, grabbing my tie and yanking me toward her. ‘Oh, you’re gonna be begging for mercy by the time I’m done with you. Think you can handle one more round with me, or are you already too tame for this pussy?’
‘Tame? Baby, I’ve been hard for you since I saw you walk in,’ I growled, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, feeling the power in her frame. ‘You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna show me what that dress is hiding?’
Roxanne’s smirk widened as she pushed me against the wall, her strength pinning me in place. ‘Careful what you wish for, lover boy. I’m not just hiding a pretty ass under here.’ Her hand slid down between us, brushing against the bulge in her dress, a reminder of the cock she wielded with expert precision. ‘You ready to take it one last time?’
My breath hitched, my own cock straining against my trousers at the thought. ‘Fuck yes. I want you dripping for me, Rox. I want to feel you lose control.’
Her eyes darkened with lust, and she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, ‘Then follow me upstairs, groom. Let’s make this a night you’ll never forget.’
We stumbled up the stairs, her hand tight on mine, pulling me into a secluded guest room. The door slammed shut, and she was on me in an instant, her mouth crashing against mine, hungry and fierce. My hands roamed her body, sliding under her dress to find her skin hot and smooth, her ass firm under my grip. She moaned into the kiss, her own hands working my belt loose with practiced ease.
‘God, I’m so fucking horny for you,’ she hissed, shoving my pants down, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock. ‘Look at you, already so hard. You’re gonna cum so fast for me, aren’t you?’
‘Not if I make you lose it first,’ I countered, dropping to my knees, my hands pushing her dress up to reveal her thick, pulsing cock and the wet heat of her pussy just beneath. My mouth watered at the sight, and I looked up at her with a grin. ‘Let’s see how long you last when I give you the best blowjob of your life.’
Her laugh was breathless, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. ‘Bring it on, baby. Let’s see who breaks first.’
The air was electric, both of us sweating, panting, the tension building to a fever pitch as I leaned in, ready to worship every inch of her before the night exploded into raw, unbridled passion.
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