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He didn’t know he was holding his breath until his lungs started to burn.

Small bursts of white stars filled his vision as he took in a gasping breath of air. The voices were so close…

And then they were fading, moving away. Just someone walking by the closet, not coming to it.

“Oh fuck…” Sharon’s cry was small but audible as her pussy began to spasm around him, her ass pressing back against him. Small tremors worked their way through her body as she climaxed around him, and Jake groaned as he slammed into her. Tingles pulsed through his spine as he began to jerk inside of her, throbbing with each wave of orgasm.

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She’d thought they were done for… and that had done it for her.

It was all she could do to keep from screaming with pleasure as her panties rubbed over her clit, Jake’s cock hitting the right spot inside of her with every thrust. The voices were fading as they moved down the hallway, and she was way too far gone to comprehend anything they were saying to each other.

Not that it mattered.

The fact that Jake kept fucking her through the voices passing, that he hadn’t stopped or even hesitated…Fuck…

Shuddering, she could feel him spilling into her, filling her with his cum.

At her cousin’s wedding.

So fucking filthy.

So fucking hot.

They were both left gasping and Sharon’s muscles felt weak from holding herself up. Jake leaned against her, his arm coming around her and helping to support her weight even while he rested on her. It wasn’t the kind of cuddling that could be done in a bed, but it was still really nice.

After a long moment, he sighed. “We should get back.”

Now it was Sharon’s turn to sigh. He was right.

One quick stop at the bathroom for both of them to clean up, and they headed back into the reception. A few people were dancing, but it looked like they’d completely missed both the bouquet and garter toss as the majority of guests had spread out over the room again. Sometimes Sharon thought it might be fun not to elope, but to have an actual wedding, and completely horrify her side of the family with a DJ and people filling the dance floor.

Probably not worth the hassle her parents would put her through, but she could picture their faces at watching people getting down to the Wobble and it was glorious.

As if thinking about them had summoned them, her mother and father zeroed in on her and Jake immediately. Judging by their expressions, they were not pleased.

“Where were you?” her mother demanded in a low voice. Much lower than necessary considering that no one else was near the doors and the music was playing.

“Just taking a walk through the halls,” Sharon said, blinking innocently. “Why? What did we miss?”

“The bouquet toss, which you know very well,” her mother chided her. “Everyone was wondering where you were.”

Rather than addressing the issue directly, Sharon went for diversion. “Who caught it?”

“One of Melinda’s bridesmaids. That’s not the point, you should have been in here.”

“Sorry.” Yeah, she knew she didn’t sound sorry at all. “Are they cutting the cake soon?” Despite her stop by the bathroom, she could feel Jake’s cum starting to leak out and make the crotch of her panties soggy. Maybe she should have gone ahead and stuffed a wad of toilet paper in there, but she’d worried about it falling out. She might not be easily embarrassed, but there were still some things she’d rather avoid.

“Yes,” her father said, giving her a stern look. “Don’t embarrass us again by missing it.”

“No prob, Bob,” she said cheerfully, making her father wince, and she tugged at Jake’s arm to pull him away. He was looking increasingly uncomfortable, like he thought he should say something but didn’t know what would help. Silence on his end probably was for the best, at this point.

“Why is it important to be here for the cake cutting?” Jake asked in a low undertone as they started moving back to their table.

Sharon just shrugged – not because she didn’t know, but at her family’s idiosyncrasies. “They think we should all be present for anything that’s part of the ‘official timeline of events.’”

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