Maid of Honor [MF] [Cheating]

“Jake? What are you doing here? I was just leaving!”

Quinn wasn’t lying. She stood before him in her doorway, holding her purse. She was in a short dark skirt and white blouse.

Jake acted surprised. “Really? Where are you going?”

“You know where I’m going,” she answered with an annoyed look. “I’m meeting your fiancée at the bridal shop.”

It was true. Quinn was going to be the maid of honor at his wedding, and she was helping his fiancée pick out a dress this afternoon. Jake had arrived at her door just in time.

“Text her. Tell her you’ll be late.”

“Jake –”

“Text her. We’ll be quick.” With that, Jake moved towards her and put his hand on her waist. He leaned in and kissed her neck.

“Mmm…” Quinn moaned involuntarily, feeling his hot breath on her neck and cheek. “Jake… we can’t keep doing this.”

“Uh huh,” Jake feigned agreement, knowing that any resistance she had was melting away as he moved his hands over her blouse and cupped her breasts. She enthusiastically kissed him back as he brought his lips to hers.

They kept kissing as he backed her into her apartment kitchen. He pulled Quinn’s blouse from her skirt, and then over her shoulders as her butt hit the kitchen counter. She tugged at his belt buckle, then his fly, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. Her hands immediately began to caress Jake’s growing hardness through his underwear as he unzipped her skirt.

“It’s so wrong…” Quinn moaned, not stopping his hands as Jake pulled her skirt free from her hips. His thumb grazed her clit over the fabric of her panties, and she quickly changed her tone. “…oh, right there…”

Jake pushed deeper with his thumb, firmly gliding over the smooth fabric of her underwear and the increasing wetness building between her lower lips. The burning heat between her legs was warm on his hand.

“You want me, don’t you?” he teased, still rubbing her.

“Yes…” she cooed, bucking her hips against his touch.

“What do you want?” he prodded. Her hands were clawing at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“I want you inside me, Jake,” she moaned. “I want you so much.”

Jake didn’t waste any more time. He hooked the waistband of her panties with his fingers and clawed them over her hips and off her legs. Her glistening sex was now exposed.

He kissed her neck and pulled his boxer briefs just down far enough to free his hard cock and low-hanging balls. Her hands instinctively grasped his shaft and began to stroke him.

Quinn and Jake had fucked many, many times. Each and every time, Jake had positioned his bare cock at the entrance of her shaven pussy. And each and every time, she had insisted he wear a condom.

They were in that same place now: The tip of his cock lightly brushed her entrance. He paused briefly. Then he pushed a little more, dipping his bare cockhead between her lips. No resistance.

Jake felt Quinn’s hands on his hips, urging him to bring his hips to hers.

More than a little surprised, Jake looked her in the eyes. She smiled back at him and nodded slowly, as if to say, “I know what I’m doing.”

Jake didn’t argue. He sunk his full length into her unprotected pussy. For the first time, they felt each other as nature intended: skin on skin; no barriers. Nothing else mattered anymore. Her appointment, his upcoming wedding, her friendship with his fiancée — none of it.

Her sex was hot around his shaft as he worked himself inside her. She spread her legs, encouraging him to fill her even deeper. Soon, he was pistoning in and out of her with reckless abandon. Her left foot was propped up on the counter, with the right falling into the sink. She didn’t care.

“Fuck, Jake…” Quinn grunted as he pounded her tight hole. His hands grasped her waist and his lips alternated between her neck and breasts. She bit her bottom lip and pulled him close.

Her moans, her grasp, the feel of her breath against his neck — it was all too much. He felt the telltale twitch of his pelvic muscles and whispered a warning: “I’m going to cum.”

Quinn responded by digging her fingers into his back, pulling him even closer to her — and deeper inside her. Jake grunted as his heavy balls began to empty themselves inside Quinn’s willing pussy — one, two, then three thick spurts of potent semen filled her depths.

Still inside her, Jake moved his hand and tenderly cupped her cheek. He met her in a deep, passionate kiss. They had always kissed after sex, but not like this; they had just shared something different than ever before. Something deeper. Something better. Something much more meaningful.

Quinn looked down between her legs. “Jesus, I’m a mess,” she laughed.

“You sure are,” Jake teased. “You better clean up — you’re going to be late.”

Quinn grabbed a dish towel to catch some of the semen dribbling out of her well-used pussy. He was right: she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

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