The room smells like sex and betrayal.
My own perfume is gone, replaced by the thick, musky scent of Ray’s skin, warm cocoa butter and raw masculinity, mixing with the sharp tang of my arousal. Every breath I take is heavy with it. The sheets beneath my palms are damp, soaked through from how many times Ray has pulled out just to make me beg, letting my juices drip in long, sticky strings onto the mattress I bought last year.
Ray’s hands are everywhere. His palms are rough, calloused from lifting, and they leave faint red prints on my pale hips each time he grips me harder. When he spreads my ass cheeks wide, the cool air hits my swollen pussy like ice water, making me clench involuntarily around nothing.
Then comes the obscene, wet sound of his cock dragging along my slit: slick, filthy, the head so fat it makes a soft pop every time he nudges my entrance and pulls away again.
I’m trembling, literally shaking. My thighs are slick to the knee, trembling from the teasing. My nipples are so hard they ache, brushing the sheets with every rock of my hips, sending sparks straight to my clit.
The front door clicks open.
My boyfriend’s footsteps stop dead. I hear the jangle of his keys hitting the hardwood, the soft thud of his briefcase. The silence is deafening except for the wet slap of Ray’s heavy cock against my pussy and my own desperate whimper.
He finally speaks, voice cracking like glass. “Why… why are you doing this to me?”
Ray doesn’t miss a beat. He sinks just the head in, stretching my lips obscenely around his dark crown, then pulls out with a slow, deliberate squelch so my boyfriend can hear exactly how soaked I am. I moan, high and broken, and answer for myself.
“Because when Ray fucks me I feel it in my spine,” I gasp, pushing back shamelessly. “I feel every vein dragging along my walls, the way his head kisses my cervix like it owns it. You never even reach halfway, baby. You poke around like a scared little boy. Ray makes me drip down my own thighs before he’s even fully inside.”
Ray chuckles, low and cruel, and spanks my ass hard enough that the crack echoes. My skin blooms hot and stinging, the pain shooting straight to my clit.
“Stop it!” my boyfriend shouts, stepping forward. “Get off my girlfriend right now!”
I whip my head around, hair sticking to my sweaty face. “Sit. The fuck. Down.” My voice is raw, vicious. “If you ever want to touch this pussy again, you will sit in that chair and watch a real man finish what you never could.”
He stumbles back into the armchair like I slapped him. His eyes are already glassy, lower lip trembling. He looks so small in his work shirt and slacks, the outline of his pathetic little hard-on straining against his zipper.
“You’re a disgusting whore,” he hisses through tears.
I laugh, actually laugh, as Ray finally feeds me another few inches, slow and burning. My pussy makes a greedy, wet sound, swallowing him like it’s starving.
“Whore?” I moan, rocking back to take more. “At least whores get fucked properly. You’re a two-pump chump with a cocktail-cock, baby. Ray’s dick is so thick I can feel it in my throat from the inside. Sit there and listen to how a real man sounds when he owns me.”
Ray starts moving, slow, deep strokes that make my toes curl into the sheets. Every thrust forces a fresh gush of wetness out around him, dripping off his balls in sticky strands that slap against my clit. The room is nothing but the wet clap of skin on skin, my broken moans, and my boyfriend’s quiet, defeated sobbing.
“Please,” he begs, voice cracking, hands clutching the armrests until his knuckles go white. “Please don’t let him cum inside you. I’m begging you, babe. Not that. Anything but that.”
Ray stills, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every throbbing inch. He leans over me, chest hot against my back, and whispers loud enough for the whole room to hear, “Tell him what you want, Princess.”
I lock eyes with my boyfriend, tears of overwhelmed pleasure already streaking my cheeks, and smile through the ruin.
“Cum in me, Ray,” I beg, voice shaking with need. “Flood me. Breed me right in front of him. I want to feel you leak out of me for days while he cries.”
My boyfriend makes this broken, animal sound, like something inside him just snapped.
Ray growls, grips my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and starts pounding me so hard the headboard slams the wall in rhythm. My tits swing wildly, nipples grazing the soaked sheets, my clit grinding against his heavy balls with every thrust. I’m screaming, babbling, begging, drooling onto the pillow as another orgasm tears through me.
Ray’s cock swells impossibly thicker. He slams in one last time, so deep it hurts in the best way, and unloads.
I feel it, every hot, thick pulse flooding my womb, so much it immediately overflows, running in creamy rivers down my thighs, pooling beneath my knees. My pussy milks him greedily, spasming around him as I cum again, squirting messily onto the sheets while my boyfriend watches his girlfriend get claimed.
When Ray finally pulls out, my hole gapes for a second, red and ruined, before a thick river of his cum pours out in slow, obscene globs.
I collapse forward, ass still in the air, trembling, and look back at my boyfriend through the haze.
His face is streaked with tears, eyes hollow, hands shaking in his lap.
I smile, sweet and cruel.
“Welcome home, baby. Taste of what you’ll never give me.”
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