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473. Bonus Sex?

Author: Hazeel
last update publish date: 2026-09-20 23:28:12

Bonus Chapter**

Three weeks later the building was just a building.

Lena had her own shirts back. Jude’s ice bowl lived in his cabinet like a normal object. They had learned how to pass each other in the hall when someone else was waiting for the elevator. They had not learned how to stop.

Friday she texted a pin, not a knock.

*Off at nine. Door on the side. Don’t come to the front.*

The pin was a low brick building twenty minutes away. MUNICIPAL POOL in faded paint. The parking lot was empty e
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  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   474

    The water made it strange. Less friction. Deeper somehow. She gasped and her legs tightened. He held the edge on either side of her and fucked her in long slow strokes that sent little waves out across the empty lanes. Each time he bottomed out the water slapped the wall. The sound was filthy in a room built for children and lane ropes.She came quieter than she had in his kitchen. A shake. A bite on his shoulder that would look like the pool did it. He held still inside her and felt it go through her and into him.He pulled out before he followed. He was not done and he did not want the water to take the rest of it.“Deck,” she said.They climbed out. Cold air. Water sheeting off them onto the tile. She grabbed a stack of clean towels from the office door and threw two on the first row of bleachers. Plastic and metal. She lay back on them and opened her knees and the underwater lights put moving blue on the inside of her thighs.Jude knelt on the wet tile.This he knew. The taste was

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   473. Bonus Sex?

    Bonus Chapter**Three weeks later the building was just a building.Lena had her own shirts back. Jude’s ice bowl lived in his cabinet like a normal object. They had learned how to pass each other in the hall when someone else was waiting for the elevator. They had not learned how to stop.Friday she texted a pin, not a knock.*Off at nine. Door on the side. Don’t come to the front.*The pin was a low brick building twenty minutes away. MUNICIPAL POOL in faded paint. The parking lot was empty except for her car and a hatchback that belonged to the night janitor, already pulling out when Jude arrived.He found the side door. She opened it before he knocked. Hair up. Staff polo. The smell of chlorine coming off her skin like a second heat.“If anyone asks,” she said, “you’re not here.”“Okay.”She locked the door behind him.The hallway was wet concrete and vending machines with their lights off. Through the next set of doors the pool sat under a high dark ceiling, one row of underwater

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   472.

    I fucked her like that until my knees went stupid. She reached back and grabbed my thigh. I got a hand around and found her clit, swollen, slick, and rubbed in time. She came again on my cock with her forehead on her own arm. I pulled out and came on the small of her back because I wanted to see it in the light. I did. I watched it land. I spread it with my thumb and she shivered.We stayed there. Her over my counter. Me trying to remember how to breathe.“Okay,” she said after a minute. “Now I should go home.”This time we got dressed.I gave her a clean shirt. She found her tank from the first night in a damp pile and left it. She walked out my door into a hallway that had lights and a smell of other people’s coffee and a kid’s scooter against the wall.I followed her.I did not plan to. My body just did not stay in the apartment.She stopped at her door. Keys. The lock stuck the way cheap locks stick. She got it open and looked at me still standing in the hall like a problem.“Jude

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   471. Fucking her hard

    JudeI woke up because the fridge would not shut up.That thing had been a dead box for two days. Now it was the loudest object I owned. Cold air. A click every thirty seconds. The ceiling light in the hall was on too. I had forgotten to kill that one.Lena was still on my floor.Sheet twisted around one thigh. My shirt nowhere. Morning coming through the window we never closed. I could see all of her. Not candle. Not storm. Day. The bite on her shoulder was already a color. Gravel marks on her knee from the roof. Dried rain in her hair.I lay there and looked at her like I had not had my mouth on every inch of that.She opened her eyes without moving.“The fridge,” she said.“Yeah.”“I hate it.”“Me too.”She sat up. No attempt to cover anything. Daylight on her tits, on the faint bruises my hands left on her hips, on the inside of her thighs. I got hard against the sheet and did not bother hiding it. She saw. She looked at it the way she looked at the ice the first night.“I should

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   470. Cum On Her Stomach

    When he stood again and pushed back inside her, the truck springs gave. The door stayed open. Rain hit her shins. He held her hips and fucked her like the alley belonged to them. The wet sound of it was lost under the storm. She watched his face in the dark. Eyes half shut. Mouth open. The muscle in his jaw jumping every time he bottomed out.“Jude.”“I know.”He pulled out and came on her stomach, on the soaked shirt, on the seat. She felt the heat of it in the cold air and dragged her fingers through it and down between her legs because she wanted him to watch.He did.He leaned in and kissed her slow. Rain dripped from his hair onto her cheeks.That was when the streetlight at the corner flickered.Once.Twice.Then it held.A second later the building behind them slammed awake. Windows lit in a ragged line, floor by floor. A cheer went up somewhere. An AC unit kicked so hard it rattled a frame. The dead traffic light went yellow, then green, then started cycling like nothing had h

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   469. Tight nipples

    The rain started before the lights did.It hit the fire escape first, hard, like someone had thrown a bucket at the brick. Then it came through the open window in a sheet and slapped the floor. The heat in the room cracked. Real air. Wet. Almost cold.Lena sat up off the sheet.“Is that—”Thunder rolled over the block and cut her off.Jude was already on his feet. He shoved the window higher. Rain blew in and ran down his chest. He laughed once, short, like he had forgotten he could. Lena stood beside him and put her arms out and let it hit her. Two days of sweat rinsed off in ten seconds. Her hair stuck to her mouth. The shirt she had stolen from him went transparent and heavy.“I have to get out of this building,” she said.He didn’t argue.They took the stairs barefoot. His shorts. Her, his shirt and nothing under it. By the second floor the concrete was dark with runoff from someone’s window. By the lobby the front doors were open because the super had given up. The street was a r

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