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Zelda slammed the car door shut behind her, the metallic clang echoing off the dimly lit parking lot like a punctuation mark on her shattered evening. 

er husband's text still burned in her mind"I'm sorry, but it's her. We're done." She'd found the messages, the photos, the endless parade of lies that turned their ten-year marriage into ash. 

Rage boiled in her chest, mixing with a hollow ache that made her throat tight. She needed noise, bodies, anything to drown it out. The bar's neon sign buzzed overhead, promising escape in flickering red letters: *The Dive*. Perfect.

Inside, the air hung thick with the sour tang of spilled beer and cigarette smoke clinging to worn leather stools. Low chatter hummed under the thump of classic rock from a jukebox in the corner, and the bartender a grizzled guy with tattooed forearms nodded as she slid onto a stool. 

Zelda ordered a whiskey neat, the glass cold against her palm, and knocked it back in one go. The burn spread down her throat, sharp and welcome, loosening the knot in her gut. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves, the one she'd bought for their anniversary last year. Now it felt like armor, or maybe bait. Fuck him. She was thirty-five, with full breasts that strained against the fabric, hips that swayed when she walked, and long auburn hair cascading over one shoulder. Tonight, she wasn't a wife. She was a woman on fire.

Another whiskey appeared without her asking the bartender's silent sympathy, and that's when she felt eyes on her. Heavy, unapologetic. She turned, and there he was: the stranger at the end of the bar. 

Tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline carved from stone and dark hair tousled just enough to look effortless. His black t-shirt stretched across a chest that screamed hours in the gym, and jeans hung low on his hips, hinting at the power coiled beneath. Piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, holding her gaze without a flicker of shame. He didn't smile like some sleazy pickup artist; he just watched, sipping his beer, as if he could already taste her.

Zelda's pulse quickened, a flush creeping up her neck. *Who the hell is he?* The thought intruded sharp and hungry, cutting through the whiskey haze. She crossed her legs, feeling the damp heat building between her thighs already. Betrayal twisted into something darker, needier. She met his stare, chin lifted, and slid off her stool. Her heels clicked against the sticky floor as she approached, the air between them thickening with unspoken promise.

"Buy a girl a drink?" she said, voice low and edged with challenge, leaning against the bar so her breast brushed his arm. The contact sent a spark straight to her core.

He turned fully toward her, close enough that she caught his scent clean sweat mixed with cedar cologne and something raw, masculine. "Already did," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "Name's Jax. And you look like you need more than whiskey."

"Zelda." She didn't pull away when his knee nudged hers. "And yeah. My asshole husband just fucked his secretary. So tonight? I need to forget."

Jax's lips curved, not soft but predatory. His hand found her waist, thumb tracing the dip above her hipbone through the thin dress fabric. The touch was firm, possessive, and her breath hitched as heat pooled low in her belly. "Forget, huh? I can help with that." He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But it won't be gentle."

The words hit like a promise. Zelda's nipples hardened against her bra, aching points that rubbed with every shallow breath. *God, yes. Make me feel something else.* She nodded, and he tossed cash on the bar, his fingers wrapping around her wrist not pulling, but guiding, as if she were already his.

They spilled out into the night, the cool air doing nothing to temper the fire raging under her skin. His car was parked nearby, black and jacked up, but he didn't head for it. Instead, he backed her against the rough brick wall of the alley beside the bar, the grit scraping her shoulders through the dress. 

His mouth crashed onto hers, demanding, tongue thrusting deep as one hand cupped her jaw and the other gripped her ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. She moaned into the kiss, tasting beer on his lips and the faint salt of his skin. Her hands roamed his chest, nails digging into solid muscle, feeling the rapid thud of his heart matching hers.

"Fuck, you're soaked already," he growled against her neck, nipping the skin there as his fingers slipped under her dress, finding her panties drenched. He pressed two thick fingers against her clit through the lace, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made her hips buck. The wet fabric squelched softly under his touch, her arousal slick and audible in the quiet alley. Zelda gasped, thighs trembling, the pressure building fast and relentless.

"Inside," she panted, but he shook his head, eyes dark with lust.

"Not yet." He yanked her panties aside, plunging two fingers into her pussy without warning. She cried out, the stretch burning sweet as he curled them against her G-spot, pumping deep while his thumb ground her clit.

 The obscene wet sounds of her cunt taking him filled the air, mingling with her whimpers. *He's a stranger, and he's fingering me like he owns me.* The thought made her clench around him, chasing the edge.

Jax's free hand shoved her dress up to her waist, exposing her to the night air, and he dropped to his knees. His mouth latched onto her pussy, tongue flat and broad, lapping from her entrance to her clit in long, greedy strokes.

 She tasted herself on his lips later, but now it was all sensation: the rasp of his stubble against her inner thighs, the suction on her swollen clit pulling a guttural moan from her throat. Her hands fisted his hair, grinding against his face as the first orgasm ripped through her waves of heat convulsing her core, juices flooding his mouth. He drank her down, humming approval, the vibration prolonging the spasms until her legs buckled.

He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, cock straining visibly against his jeans. "Now." He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the truck. 

The door slammed, engine roaring to life, and they sped to his place an apartment a few blocks away, all exposed brick and king-sized bed dominating the bedroom.

Inside, clothes vanished in a frenzy. Zelda's dress pooled at her feet, bra unhooked and tossed aside, revealing heavy breasts with dark nipples begging for attention. 

Jax stripped shirtless, muscles rippling under tanned skin marked with a few scars, then shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang free thick, veined, at least nine inches, the head already leaking precum. *Bigger than my husband's pathetic dick.* The comparison fueled her, erasing the pain.

He pushed her onto the bed, mattress dipping under their weight, and spread her thighs wide. "Gonna fuck you until you scream my name." No condom, raw, reckless and she nodded, too far gone to care. He notched his cock at her entrance, slick from her release, and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Zelda arched, a sharp cry escaping as he bottomed out, stretching her walls to their limit. The fullness was overwhelming, his girth dragging against every ridge inside her.

He didn't give her time to adjust. Jax pounded into her hard, hips snapping with punishing force, balls slapping her ass with each deep plunge. The bedframe creaked rhythmically, headboard thumping the wall. Sweat slicked their skin, the salty scent rising sharp in the room. "Take it," he grunted, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other pinched her nipple, twisting until she keened. "This pussy's mine tonight."

Zelda's world narrowed to the cock ravaging her, splitting her open, the friction igniting sparks that built into a blaze. Her clit throbbed untouched, but the angle hit her G-spot relentlessly, pressure coiling tight. *Fuck the marriage. Fuck the tears. This.* She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. His grunts grew ragged, muscles flexing as he drove harder, sweat dripping from his brow onto her breasts.

"Come for me," he ordered, releasing her wrists to hook her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him grind deeper, cockhead battering her cervix. She shattered, orgasm exploding through her pussy spasming wildly around him, gushing wetness that soaked the sheets. Stars burst behind her eyes, body convulsing as waves crashed endlessly.

Jax didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, and slammed back in from behind. Her face pressed into the pillow, muffling her screams as he fucked her prone, one hand fisting her hair, the other spanking her ass red. 

The sting bloomed hot, syncing with each thrust, pushing her toward another peak. "Again," he demanded, fingers finding her clit, rubbing furiously. She obeyed, clenching down as the second orgasm tore through her, vision blurring, every nerve alight.

He roared then, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot cum, pulse after pulse painting her insides. They collapsed, his weight heavy and grounding, cock still twitching inside her. Zelda lay there, boneless, the ache between her legs a delicious throb. The heartbreak? A distant echo, drowned in endorphins and aftershocks.

But Jax wasn't done. He rolled her onto her back, cock hardening again impossibly fast. "One more," he whispered, sliding down her body. His mouth returned to her overfilled pussy, tongue scooping their mixed fluids, sucking her clit until she writhed. Fingers joined, three now, stretching her as he devoured her. The taste of them together salty, musky pushed her over the edge a third time, orgasm ripping a hoarse scream from her lungs, body arching off the bed.

By the fourth, she was begging, lost in a haze of pleasure that obliterated everything else. Jax mounted her again, slower this time but no less intense, drawing out every quiver until she blacked out in bliss. Hours later, as dawn crept through the blinds, Zelda stirred, sore and sated, the stranger's arm draped over her. Her husband's face? Forgotten. For now, at least.

Zelda's phone buzzed on the nightstand like an unwelcome intruder, the screen lighting up with her husband's name. She silenced it without looking, rolling back into the warmth of Jax's body. His arm tightened around her waist possessively, cock already half-hard and pressing against her ass. *Round five?* The thought sent a fresh gush of arousal between her thighs, her pussy still tender and slick from the night's marathon. She'd lost count of the orgasms four, five? Each one had chipped away at the betrayal's sharp edges, replacing them with this raw, aching need. Jax stirred behind her, lips brushing her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin in a way that made her shiver.

"Morning wood," he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep, grinding his hips forward so his thickening cock nestled between her ass cheeks. The heat of him seeped into her, heavy and insistent. 

Zelda arched back instinctively, pushing against him, the friction teasing her swollen folds. His hand slid down her belly, fingers dipping into the mess they'd made hours ago his dried cum flaking against her skin, mixed with her own juices. He spread her lips open, exposing her clit to the cool air, and she gasped at the sensitivity.

"Already wet again," Jax chuckled darkly, circling her clit with one callused finger. The touch was light at first, building pressure as her hips rocked, chasing more. 

The room smelled of sex musky sweat, tangy cum, her arousal sharp and heady. She moaned, low and needy, as he slipped two fingers inside her, the squelch loud in the quiet morning. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion, still loose from overuse but greedy for it.

"Fuck me," she whispered, turning her head to catch his mouth. Their kiss was sloppy, tongues tangling with morning breath neither cared about. He withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean with a groan that vibrated into her, then positioned his cock at her entrance. No rush this time, he teased, sliding the head up and down her slit, bumping her clit until she whimpered. "Please, Jax. Hard."

He thrust in slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every vein, every ridge stretching her anew. Zelda bit the pillow, the fullness bordering on pain but tipping into ecstasy. Once seated, he paused, grinding deep, pubic bone pressing her clit.

 Then the rhythm built steady, powerful strokes that rocked the bed. His hand gripped her hip, bruising, while the other kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple until it throbbed in time with his thrusts.

"You're so fucking tight after all that," he growled, pace quickening, skin slapping skin. Zelda pushed back to meet him, the angle hitting deep, stirring the embers of another climax. *This is what I needed. Not apologies. This cock owning me.* Her breath came in pants, breaths mingling with his grunts, the mattress springs creaking under them.

Jax pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back. He hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide, and drove back in. Face to face now, his blue eyes bored into hers, intense and unyielding. 

"Look at me when you come." Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto her collarbone, salty on her tongue when she licked it away. He pounded relentlessly, cock dragging her G-spot with precision, thumb finding her clit again.

The build was merciless pressure coiling like a spring in her core. Zelda's nails raked his back, leaving red trails, and she shattered, pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses, milking him as ecstasy flooded her veins. Juices squirted around his cock, soaking his balls and the sheets. Jax followed seconds later, groaning her name as he pumped her full again, hot spurts filling her to overflowing.

They lay panting, but Zelda's hunger lingered. She pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, his cock still semi-hard inside her. *My turn.* She ground down, circling her hips, feeling him swell back to life.

 Her breasts bounced with each roll, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending tingles straight to her core. Jax's hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rode him, fingers teasing her back entrance lightly a new spark that made her gasp.

"Faster Zel," he urged, thrusting up to meet her. The wet glide was obscene, cum and arousal easing every movement. Zelda leaned forward, bracing on his chest, pounding down hard, clit grinding his pelvis. Her moans filled the room, uninhibited, as the fifth orgasm crested sharp and blinding, thighs quaking around him.

He sat up abruptly, wrapping arms around her, mouth latching onto a nipple. Sucking hard, teeth grazing, he flipped their positions without pulling out, pinning her beneath him once more. 

Missionary turned feral, his weight crushing her into the mattress as he rutted deep and fast. "One more, baby. Give it to me." Fingers pinched her clit, rolling it roughly, and Zelda broke screaming, body convulsing in endless spasms, vision whiting out.

Jax came with a bellow, flooding her yet again, collapsing atop her in a sweaty heap. Zelda floated in the afterglow, every muscle limp, the heartbreak a faded memory buried under layers of mind-melting pleasure. His cock softened inside her, but she didn't want him to leave. Not yet.

His breath fanned hot across her neck, ragged and slowing as he nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder, stubble rasping against her damp skin. Zelda's fingers traced lazy patterns down his spine, feeling the slick sheen of sweat cooling there, each vertebra a ridge under her touch. 

Her pussy throbbed around his softening cock, a dull, satisfied ache mingled with the trickle of their combined release seeping onto her thighs. The sheets clung sticky to her back, the room heavy with the pungent cocktail of sex salty skin, bitter cum, her own sharp musk hanging in the still air.

Jax lifted his head, eyes heavy-lidded but gleaming with that same predatory spark. He kissed her slow and deep, tongue exploring her mouth like he was memorizing her taste, one hand cupping her face while the other slid between them to cup her mound possessively.

 "You taste like us," he murmured against her lips, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. His fingers dipped lower, scooping up the creamy mess from her pussy and bringing it to her mouth. Zelda sucked them clean without hesitation, the tangy-salt flavor bursting on her tongue, a filthy thrill tightening her core anew.

*God, what is this man doing to me?* The thought flickered through her mind, not regret but wonder, laced with the lingering high of release. 

Her husband had never made her feel this wild, devoured, utterly claimed. Jax rolled his hips lazily, his cock stirring inside her, not fully hard but enough to make her gasp at the sensitivity. She clenched around him instinctively, drawing a hiss from his lips.

"Greedy little pussy," he teased, pulling out with a wet pop that left her feeling empty, bereft. Cum oozed from her stretched hole, cool against her heated skin, and he watched it with dark fascination, thumbing her clit to smear it around. 

Zelda whimpered, hips lifting toward his touch, chasing the spark even as her body begged for reprieve. He chuckled, low and dark, shifting down the bed until his shoulders nudged her thighs apart wider.

The first swipe of his tongue was electric flat and broad over her entire pussy, lapping up their mess with deliberate strokes. She tasted them on the air, heard the slick sounds of his mouth working her over, felt the insistent pull on her overstimulated clit. "Jax..fuck...too much," she gasped, but her hands fisted his hair, holding him there. He hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight through her, and sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue while two fingers plunged back inside.

Her walls fluttered weakly, exhausted but responsive, the pressure building despite herself. The texture of his tongue rough, insistent contrasted the smooth glide of his fingers, curling just right to nudge that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

 Sweat beaded between her breasts, trickling down her sides as her breath came in short, desperate bursts. *One more. He wants one more, and fuck, I need it.* The mental friction ignited, guilt over her shattered vows twisting into fuel for the fire.

Jax added a third finger, stretching her deliciously, the fullness mimicking his cock as he pumped faster. His free hand gripped her thigh, thumb digging into the soft flesh, holding her open while he devoured her like a starving man.

 The obscene slurping sounds filled the room, her arousal spiking the scent to something primal. Zelda's hips bucked erratically, chasing the edge, until it crashed over her the sixth orgasm, quieter but deeper, a rolling wave that left her trembling, toes curling into the sheets, a soft keen escaping her throat.

He crawled back up her body, cock fully hard again, iron against her belly. No words now just action. He flipped her onto her side, lifting one leg high over his hip, and slid home in one smooth thrust. The position was intimate, bodies pressed flush, his chest hair tickling her back as he spooned her deep. Each thrust was measured, grinding, his hand

 snaking around to rub her clit in tandem. Zelda reached back, nails scraping his thigh, urging him on. The slow build was torture, pleasure layering until she was sobbing his name, another climax ripping through her number seven, pussy gushing around him in hot spurts.