LOGIN"Good thing I didn't tell him about Lena and the biker guy currently at the café. Why would he go after her when I can just distract him by keeping him by my side? She can have the jobless pretty guy anyway. I can keep the older, handsome man with a job. When Mr Mitchell asked why I was so determined to see him divorce Lena, I confessed that I like him and that I can be a better replacement for Lena. Honestly, I didn't expect him to invite me to his house for sex!But whatever—I was happy. My plan was working pretty well for me, so I couldn't turn down his request. Poor guy must be very frustrated, being sex-starved by his wife while he remained royal and faithful to her. No wonder he fucks so aggressively, like a starved man imprisoned for years away from women. I just hope Lena actually comes home at this point so I can tell her a piece of my mind."Gabi told herself.Just then, Mitch grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one powerful hand while the other spa
AUTHOR'S POVAbout an hour later, Mitch's car was parked outside his home. Inside the house, the air was filled with loud moans and the heavy slaps of Mitch's hips slamming against Gabi's ass, while her loud, breathy moans turned into guttural cries as his thick cock plunged in and out of her dripping pussy."Fuuuuck, yes!—yes!"Gabi moaned shamelessly, face pressed into the mattress, ass up high as he railed her doggy-style. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, creamy arousal coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs with every brutal thrust. Mitch had one hand fisted in her blonde hair, yanking her head back, while his other hand reached underneath to roughly squeeze and slap her swinging tits, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers."God, your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight," Mitch growled, grinding deep and rolling his hips in slow, powerful circles that made her whimper. He could feel every ripple and flutter of her inner walls around him. Then he slapped her ass
MITCH'S POVI sat behind the wheel of my car, parked across the street from my workplace, mindlessly scrolling through a blog feed on my phone.My phone rang.It was the same girl who had called me hours earlier at work, insisting she needed to meet me in person about something important involving my wife, Lena.She wouldn't say more over the phone. Against my better judgment, I had agreed.Elena is a bitch that I can silence with a dick so skipping work wasn't a big deal.I glanced at the screen, then swiped to answer, turning down the low R&B humming from the speakers."Hello?""Where are you?" she asked."In the BMW beside the Johnston building.""The old grey one?"I rolled my eyes and exhaled. "That's the one.""Alright, I'll be there right away."I ended the call and for a moment just sat there. Then I reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.The first drag filled my lungs with familiar warmth as I turned the music back up. Smoke curled lazily towa
“Is that true?” Emma asked, sniffling. “Are you Mama Bear?”I nodded, gesturing weakly at the bear ears attached to my beanie.“That’s me…” My voice came out unnaturally high and sweet. “But cheer up, sweetheart. We have a special invitation just for you to our café right over there. Free candies and cupcakes—with your name on them. Want to check it out?”Her tear-streaked face brightened instantly.“Free candies and cupcakes?”“All free,” I confirmed with a warm smile.Tarzan’s gaze slid toward me, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. I rolled my eyes at him.Just then, Emma gasped dramatically and grabbed both our hands at once. Her small fingers were surprisingly strong.“Mama Bear and Papa Bear!” she squealed in pure delight.“Yes... that’s right,” I replied awkwardly.She began dragging us toward the café entrance with surprising determination, as if we were living characters in her own personal fairy tale. I stumbled along beside Tarzan, caught between embarrassment and reluctant
I wondered what it would look like—him with a daughter who shared his features. The same warm eyes, that easy, disarming smile. He would probably make a wonderful father. I could already picture it: him spoiling his little girl with thoughtful gifts and spontaneous adventures, lifting her onto his shoulders for fun rides through the park. Fiercely protective, yet endlessly gentle—always assuring her, complimenting her, speaking to her with that soft, kind voice that made the world feel safe. He would forgive her tantrums in a heartbeat and make her feel like the most cherished princess in the kingdom. I blinked, suddenly aware I was painting this future for him based entirely on the version of him I had come to know. A daughter… from whose womb? Some very lucky woman, I supposed. “I wanna stay!” The little girl’s high-pitched voice sliced through my thoughts. Her mother tried to coax her away with gentle tugs. “Emma, sweetheart, let go. We’ll come and see him
LENA'S POVI was holding the bonus sign while Tarzan stood beside me, waving at passersby and making gestures that made people to look over to our side.Some people chuckled, smiled in admiration, and walked away, while others came over to find out what we were offering. So far, we'd managed to convince few couples to try our Café Valentine treats. It was embarrassing at first. But watching him perform with so much effort—trying his best to draw in customers with funny moves—made me want to push my shame aside. ---Just then, a little girl in a puffy yellow coat stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. Her mitten-covered hand suddenly shot out toward us. “Mama!” she gasped loudly, tugging at her exhausted-looking mother’s sleeve. “LOOK! A giant teddy bear!” Her mother laughed softly. “Sweetheart, don’t point—” But the little girl was already marching toward us. “Teddy bear, can I hug you?” Her voice was so adorable I couldn't help but gush. “Awww.” Tarzan nodded and imme







