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A hand grabbed my hair, pulling my hair backward.

The hard thrusts and roughness in his voice made my mind go crazy and my body go numb.

"Oh, Nora. You make me go insane!" His tone was low, making tingles go up to my spine.
His big hand was in my hair holding it in a tail, the other one gripping my side tightly.

The mirror in front of me showed a whore, who was getting railed by the sweetheart of the town.

Not so typical, right?

Ivan Volkov.

Russian sweetheart and one of my brother's closest friends. The guy every girl would go crazy for, with great grades, a wealthy family, and even better perspective and goals in life, he was a deadly catch. The one-in-a-lifetime type of thing.

He was beautiful. If a man could be beautiful, that would be Ivan. With his blond hair, beautiful honey brown eyes, and few freckles that looked so good on him, he was a local 'prince charming'.
He trained volleyball, had a nice built, and always took care of himself.

He was a man I knew my whole life. A man I lost my virginity to. We were perfectly imperfect and that was okay.

His hard thrust slowed, I felt him tense but he kept his roughness.

His hand went around me, pulling me upwards, spreading my legs, and fastening his pace. If I was at the edge before, I was falling now.

Grabbing his hand on my leg I let a few whimpers leave my mouth.
He managed to go even faster, kissing my neck in the process, almost leaving a hickey.

I was moaning mess by now. His panting and the situation we were in - my brother's wedding, made my horniness go wild.

The orgasm hit me like a rock. With his final thrust, I felt him empty himself in the condom.
Safe sex before anything, ladies and gentlemen.

He slowly put me down, leaving my hair and brushing it with his fingers.

"I'm sorry I ruined your hair" an apologetic smile was plastered on his face.

His hand went up and down my arm, placing the strap of my dress back in its place.

"That's very thoughtful considering you just made your friend's sister orgasm at his wedding." I smiled.

I slowly made my hair look presentable, dressing quickly while looking in the mirror.

After fixing my makeup I turned to Ivan.
"Thank you Ivan for this, I needed it" kissing his cheek I started walking toward the exit.

"Wait, Nora — I" a sudden commotion in the hallway made him shut up. I put my index finger on my lips telling him to be quiet.
"Psst. We'll talk later" I said as I made my way out the door, leaving him to contain himself.

The hallway was empty, the commotion was coming from the dining hall, where the wedding took place.

Making my way out the dark corridor I entered a beautiful and grandiose room, full of people.

The noise came from my brother's table where an unknown man stood. I saw a long-legged, black-headed man, with his back turned to me.
It must be the best man.

My brother couldn't stop talking about his "best friend" he met at college.

Ethan, my brother was 27 now, quite older and more mature. It's even a miracle that he this guy as his friend, considering his whore-behavior in high school. I guess an apple doesn't fall far from the tree.