INICIAR SESIÓN~Archer ~She begged. “Please… let me have it. Just this once. Please. I don’t care if you choose Rose. I get it. She’s your mate, not me. I can leave after this if that’s what you want, I can disappear forever and you’ll never see me again. Just give me this chance. Pleas—“Her voice cracked on the last word, raw and desperate. Her knees still planted on the floor between Rose’s spread thighs. Cum and slick shone across her face but her eyes stayed locked on my hard cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive. “You want it that bad?”She nodded hard, tears cutting clean tracks through the mess in her cheeks. “Yes… please. Just this once. I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll leave after. I swear.”I sighed. “Fine.”Then I reached down, fisted a handful of her blonde hair, and dragged her forward until the fat head of my cock pressed against her swollen lips. “Open up!”She did, greedily like a horny bitch with her senses gone, her tongue already flicking out to catch the precum bead
~Archer ~She was still messing up the floor with her juices, her posture rigid, hands trembling at her sides, like someone who had been struck by lightning and still hadn’t recovered.“Don’t just stand there.” My voice came out low and rough. “Make that tongue of yours useful and clean her up. Because that’s all you’ll ever get from me, a taste of my true mate. Her gaze flicked to me, then to my cock still glistening with my cum, then down to Rose’s open, swollen cunt. For a split second, something ugly flashed those eyes, pride maybe, jealousy, that little crack of the reality that she was never going to be the one I claimed. But then, she obeyed. She always does. Her knees hit the floor between Rose’s thighs, her hands dragging her body down onto her tongue.Rose jerked from that but she didn’t back away. Instead, her fingers tangled into Lyra’s hair, she whimpered as her tongue moved lower, cleaning up every blob of cum on her neck, her breast, her fucking body with slow, hung
~Rose ~My heart stopped but my head still nodded weakly, tears still wet on my cheeks. “Please…”“Well, you’re in luck.” He said, his hand moving from my hair to cup my breast, pinching my nipples until I whimpered. “Because I’m not even close to being done.”And then—He pulled out completely. Spun me around. Lifted both my legs over his shoulders and drove right back in. “You think I was finished?” He rasped, dragging my body onto his cock. “No baby, I’m just getting started.”My head rolled back so hard I could literally feel my soul leaving my body, my legs stayed locked over his shoulders, folded so high my knees nearly touched my ears. Another thick rope of spit spilled from the corners of my mouth, mixing with the cum already coated all over my body but I didn’t care. All I could think about was the pressure, the stretch, it was too much, too good. My nipples were hard, my skin flushed, my mind was a mess of shame and lust. “Look at her,” Archer ordered, voice low and da
~Rose ~Archer’s thick cock was still buried deep in my pussy, pulsing as he came, hot, thick ropes spilled out of me, dripping down my thighs and soaking the sheets. The door slammed open and my heart literally hit the floor. “Lyra… fuck Lyra.” I choked out.The shock slammed into me so hard my whole body locked up around Archer’s cock. I tried to pull away— tried to scramble off the bed, tried to cover myself with anything.But Archer didn’t let me move an inch, he just rolled his hips, forcing another wet sound out of me while his hand still fixed on my hair like he wasn’t done, like he hadn’t realized that the middle aged lady frozen at the doorway was the same shitty Lyra, the same blonde hair, pretty face he cheated on me with. Except this time she was barely dressed. Just on a silk lingerie that did nothing in covering anything, hair in a messy bun, then her eyes narrowed the seconds they locked on the scene in front of her. Me. Bent over. Naked. The mess of cum and slick
~Rose ~He flipped me over and shoved back in.Slowly. So fucking slowly. And baby, I felt everything. Every thick inch of him, stretching my raw, aching walls as he pressed deeper. I screamed, cried out,thighs quivered as I lowered myself, my breast pressed flat against the bed and my ass arched up high, giving him the perfect view. His hands locked on my hips. Tight. Controlled. “Fuck… baby,” he groaned, “I love how pink your pussy is. How swollen. How shiny. I could literally see my reflection from here.”His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in rough circles while his cock kept driving into me. I moaned louder. Whimpered… the sensation was agonizing, the pressure intense. My body burned, my pussy pulsed and every time I bent further, his cock sank deeper. And then—He spanked my ass. Hard. Fucking hard like he wanted to leave the imprint of his hand on my ass, the memory of this very night on my skin. I screamed. Another spank. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my thr
~Rose~ That night, I couldn’t sleep. Not after what had happened. My mind was messy— maybe it was the guilt, the betrayal slowly killing me from the inside, this overwhelming addictive need for him. I thought I had gotten over it. All the years we’ve been apart. I should have healed by now. Moved on. But no. The first night in his house and I’m already trembling to his touch. Mother nearly saw us. She was in here. She was actually in here. Like she— she opened the door— She was so fucking close— oh my god— oh my god. Shame and disgust wrapped around my body, it was choking me slowly, making it so hard for me to breathe. I tried to force myself to sleep, tired to shut my eyes and pretend none of this ever happened but the ache was still there, my pussy was still swollen, red, ruined and it wouldn’t stop pulsing, it kept dripping juices down my thighs onto the sheets. Still twitching. Still leaking his cum. And that was when I felt it. A hand slid beneath the over







