OSEの小説

Ava’s POVThe sun didn’t ease in that morning. It slashed through the curtains like a blade straight across my face. I winced before my eyes even opened. My head throbbed in rhythm with my pulse. It was as if someone had parked a drum kit inside my skull and hired a kid to go wild on it. I tried to swallow but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. The clock on the nightstand glowed in red: 11:47 a.m. Late in the morning. I pushed up on one elbow. The movement sent a wave of nausea rolling through me. The room tilted, came back to normal. The pillows and the silk sheets clung to my thighs, smelling of sweat and sex. One heel still dangled from my left foot. The other one lay across the room, kicked off near the dresser.. My black, expensive silk dress was totally ruined. Half-zipped in the back, straps slipped down my arms like they’d given up. I then looked down in my body only to notice the bite marks. Not gentle or playful but dark, deliberate bruises scattered across

(Ava’s POV) His throbbing cock hovered an inch from my lips. Heat rolled off it. Salt and sex and the faint bite of whiskey. My mouth watered at the sight of it before I even touched him. “Suck it.” The words scraped out, sounding rough and impatient. My wrists throbbed from the ties, but my hands were free now. I reached. Fingers wrapped around the base off his d*ck. My thumb couldn’t meet my fingers. I looked up. His fierce eyes locked on mine. It was dark and demanding. I opened my mouth, using my tongue first. I placed my tongue flat against the underside. I traced the vein that pulsed like a heartbeat. He hissed through his teeth. His hand tangled in my hair, not guiding me. Just holding. I took the head and swirled my tongue on it. The taste exploded—salty precum, her leftover gloss, and him. My lips stretched wide as I pushed forward, taking his prick, inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat. Gag. He didn’t pull back. He just flexed his hips. going dee

(Ava’s POV) The blonde’s knees cracked when she stood up. Her mouth was loaded with his loads. Cum still clung to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand very slowly, like she was savoring the taste. Her eyes flicked to me—just once—then she turned away to him. Her eyes stayed locked on him, hungry for approval.He didn’t give it. After all, she was a tool that he’d finished using. He didn’t even look at her. “Go.” The door clicked shut behind her. The air got heavier, and thicker, like the room shrank to just us. My wrists burned against the silk ties. My thighs shook. I couldn’t close my legs. I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. The sheets under my ass were cold now, wet from me. He sat on the sofa across from the bed, spreading his legs. Cock in his fist. Still hard and throbbing. Fuck. It was as thick as Leon’s—maybe thicker. Veins roped down the shaft, pulsing under his slow strokes. The head of his dick was slick with spit and cum. He didn’t rush. Just watched

(Ava’s POV)His hot breath burned against my ear. “Don’t you think we need a room?” Those words sent a shiver down my spine, like warm oil sliding over my skin. My thighs squeezed together hard. A throb started between my legs, so strong it made my teeth hurt. I tried to speak—Leon, my vows, my promises—but the words stuck in my throat. Before I could get them out, his fingers grabbed my wrist tight. Not soft at all. He yanked me hard, and I lost my balance. My heels scraped across the marble floor. The VIP door banged shut behind us, cutting off the loud music and the people outside. The room went dark, except for a red light glowing from a lamp on the wall. He pushed me face-first against the cool wall. My hands pressed flat on the wall. Before I realized, he smacked my ass. The sting that came with it was what I needed. Heat spread under my skin, rushing right to my clit. I gasped and arched my back without thinking. “Fuck me,” I said, the words coming out rough, like a

(Ava’s POV)It was 11:47 p.m at night.I have spent another night alone. Another night of waiting for a man whose scent still lingered on the pillow but hadn’t touched me in thirty days.Leon Vance — my husband who is both my sin and my salvation.The silk sheets that I lay on were cold, and too smooth for a new couple. I pressed the remote, and the big TV came to life, gleaming with nude images. Sounds filled the air. Moans that weren’t mine.I lay on the bed, watching p**n on my TV, with my thighs clenched really tight. Video after video of men fucking women, big cocks splitting them open. I rubbed my clit through my panties, imagining Leon's face as he pounded into me on our honeymoon.I didn’t mean to watch it. Not really. It just… happened out of curiosity or punishment. I couldn’t tell. Maybe both. I was so horny that I couldn't bear it.My chest rose and fell unevenly as the moans filled the room. My body ached really badly, not for the strangers on the screen, but for him. For