SINFUL ENCOUNTERS

Episode 2

BEST MAN’S SECRET PT 2

Across the lawn Marcus reappeared, casual as ever, accepting a fresh beer from one of the groomsmen. Their eyes met over Daniel’s shoulder for one dangerous second. His gaze dropped deliberately to her neck right where he’d sucked that dark mark. Isabella tilted her head just enough to let her hair fall forward, hiding it.

She spent the rest of the night glued to Daniel’s side, laughing at the right moments, clinking glasses, posing for photos. Every time she shifted her weight she felt the wet reminder of Marcus between her legs. Every time she caught Marcus watching her, her n*****s tightened against the silk and her c**t throbbed.

When the party finally wound down, Daniel kissed her goodnight at the main house door. “Get some sleep, beautiful. We’ve got a big weekend ahead.”

Isabella nodded, kissed him once more, then slipped away to her own guest suite upstairs.

She didn’t sleep, she couldn’t sleep. She was thinking about what had happened that even as she rolled from side to side.

At 1:47 a.m. her phone buzzed.

Marcus: come to the guest house now.

She didn’t hesitate. She immediately got out of her bed and headed to Marcus’s room.

The door was cracked. Marcus was waiting just inside with shirt already unbuttoned, belt gone, c**k thick and hard in his hand.

Isabella shut the door behind her, and locked it this time.

“Come here,” he commanded, his eyes hooded and watching her.

He backed her against the wall, hiked her dress, found her still dripping from earlier. He lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist, and sank in deep with one long, slow thrust.

Isabella bit his shoulder to muffle her moan. He f****d her standing in hard, controlled rolls of his hips that made the pictures on the wall rattle softly.

“You’re still so full of me, can you feel how my c*m from before is mixing with how wet you are now.” he growled against her ear.

She clenched around him, nails digging into his back. “I can’t stop thinking about you or wanting you.”

He carried her to the bed without pulling out, laid her down, hooked her legs over his arms, and f****d her missionary with deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot. They came together this time, with him flooding her again, her walls fluttering, a silent scream locked behind her teeth.

He stayed inside her after, softening slowly, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the mark he’d left earlier.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be hell,” he murmured.

“I know, I’d probably still want more.” she whispered back.

THE NEXT DAY: THE DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING

The house buzzed with final preparations. The florists and caterers moving and with last minute fittings going on.

Daniel ran around like an excited puppy, kissing Isabella every time he passed.

She wore a simple white sundress for the day that was easy to slip on and off, for easy access. Marcus noticed the second she walked downstairs and his eyes darkened.

They stole the first moment in the laundry room off the kitchen. Isabella excused herself by “helping” with table linens and Marcus followed thirty seconds later.

He bent her over the washing machine, flipped her dress up, and yanked her thong aside. He didn’t say anything to her, his hands just worked as he slipped into her covering her mouth and the other gripping her hips while she struggled to keep quiet.

“Quiet,” he breathed. “They’re all right outside.”

She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. She came fast and hard, her thighs shaking, muffled whimpers against his palm. He followed seconds later, pumping another load deep inside her.

“You will be walking around with me leaking out of you all day,” he whispered, pulling out slowly, watching his c*m drip down her thighs before tugging her thong back into place to trap it.

They rejoined the group separately. Isabella smiled sweetly while Daniel talked about seating charts. Marcus stood across the yard, arms crossed, watching her with hooded eyes.

When it was time for lunch, they had it on the patio. Isabella sat beside Daniel while Marcus was directly opposite.

Under the table his foot slid between hers, pressing her thighs apart. She bit her lip, tried to focus on the conversation. His bare foot traced up her calf, then higher, pressing against her soaked thong.

She shifted, spread her legs a fraction more. His toes found her c**t through the fabric, rubbing slow circles.

Daniel laughed at something the maid of honor said while Isabella gripped her fork so hard her knuckles whitened.

Marcus never broke eye contact as he slowly pushed her over the edge. She came silently with body tensing, breath catching, thighs clamping around his ankle while everyone else toasted to the happy couple.

After lunch, the wedding party scattered for naps or errands. Daniel went to pick up his suit alterations.

Marcus texted: Be at the pool house in five minutes.

The pool house was dim, as Marcus had her on the lounger before the door even clicked shut. He shoved her dress up, and ripped her thong off completely this time. He ate her first, tongue lapping at the mess he’d already left inside her, sucking her c**t until she bucked and came again.

Then he flipped her onto her stomach, spread her wide, and f****d her ass for the first time, slow, careful at first, then deeper when she begged. Isabella sobbed into the cushion, pleasure and pain mixing until she came untouched just from the fullness.

He finished in her p***y again with deep, grinding thrusts that left her shaking. They showered together after. He put his fingers inside her while the water ran, pushing his c*m back in.

“Tomorrow,” he said against her wet shoulder, “when you’re in that white dress, saying ‘I do’… you’ll still taste me, and feel me every step down the aisle.”

Isabella turned, kissed him hard. “I want one more time tonight after the welcome dinner.”

***

The welcome dinner was smaller with close family. Isabella wore a fitted emerald dress that hugged every curve. Marcus sat beside her at the long table while Daniel was on her other side.

Under the tablecloth his hand found her thigh, slid higher. Fingers slipped under her dress, pushed her thong aside, and circled her c**t slowly while Daniel gave a toast to their future.

Isabella gripped the table edge, smile fixed, cheeks flushed. When the speeches ended and people started mingling, Marcus leaned in.

“Move to the bathroom, now.”

She excused herself with some flimsy excuse and he followed a minute later.

He lifted her onto the sink, spread her legs, dropped to his knees, and ate her until she came twice muffling her cries with her own hand.

Then he stood, freed his c**k, and f****d her right there hard, and fast, mirror fogging from their breath. Isabella watched their reflection, the way her legs wrapped around him, his hips snapping, the way her breasts bounced with every thrust.

He came inside her again in deep pulses that made her whimper.

They cleaned up quickly, fixed their clothes and walked out in timed breaks.

The rest of the night passed in a haze with dancing toasts to the couple and Daniel’s arms around her waist while Marcus’s eyes burning holes through her from across the room.

At 2 a.m., when the house finally quieted, Isabella slipped out again.

Marcus was waiting, already naked, and stroking himself slowly.

He laid her on the bed, spread her wide, and f****d her with slow, rolling thrusts that made her eyes roll back while he whispered filthy things against her ear the whole time

“Tomorrow you’ll be his wife. But tonight you’re mine. This p***y’s mine. This ass is mine. Every time he f***s you, you’ll remember how much deeper I go. How much harder I make you come.”

She came three times, once on his c**k, once on his fingers while he sucked her n*****s, once riding him reverse so he could watch himself disappear inside her.

When he finally came, groaning her name, she clenched around him, milking every drop.

They laid silent for a long time.

“Tomorrow,” she whispered eventually.

“Tomorrow,” he echoed.

He kissed her forehead softly, almost tender then helped her dress.

“Go back to your room and sleep. You’ve got a wedding in the morning.”

Isabella walked back across the dark lawn one last time. c*m leaking down her thighs. Body aching in the best way and her heart aching with guilt but she could not regret any of it.

She crawled into bed alone.

Tomorrow she would marry Daniel, tomorrow she would smile, cry happy tears, promise forever.

And every time she’d shift in her white dress, every time she walked down that aisle, every time Daniel kissed her as his wife, she would feel Marcus inside her.