CHAPTER SEVEN

Luke watched them giggle as they prepared dinner. He was still struggling with having one hot ass in the house and not being able to do a damn thing about it—and now there were two.

Curse the heavens. If they were trying to test his breaking point, they were doing a damn good job.

His dick couldn’t stop rising and falling as he watched them. The way their breasts jiggled in their uniforms—fuck. That was all he could think.

He dragged a hand across his face as he headed to his room. He needed a quick fuck, and he needed it right now. He already had the perfect candidate in mind: Mrs. Anastasia.

She was their neighbor, married to that geeky dude across the street. The man looked like he could barely lift a tray. No wonder she was always so horny—those folds of hers needed a cock that could pound the hell out of them.

He dialed her number as soon as he got into his room. She picked up before the second ring. Always such a whore—a whore for his cock, he thought.

Call it pride; he didn’t care. He knew he had a good one, and he couldn’t wait to bury it between her legs.

“Is your husband in? I need that cunt of yours.”

She took a sharp intake of breath before responding.

“He just left. He should be back in an hour.”

“Good. I’ll sneak in through the back. Oh—and Anastasia? Make sure you’re naked when I get there.”

With that, he ended the call and headed out, his cock already hard and ready to fuck.

When he entered the house, she was exactly as he had ordered. Her plump breasts were on full display as she stood facing the door.

He tore his clothes off like they were burning him and walked toward her, his cock swaying between his legs.

“Oh, Anastasia, you’ve always been so compliant.”

Before she could respond, he latched his mouth onto her breasts, sucking hard. She had recently given birth, and the taste of her milk only fueled him.

She moaned as his hand found her clit. He slid a finger inside her, pumping her cunt while his teeth grazed her nipples before latching on again.

As Luke continued his assault on Anastasia’s body, his thoughts drifted to the nanny. The way her uniform hugged her curves, the giggles she shared with the other maid—it drove him wild. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and claim her.

Anastasia moaned loudly as Luke’s fingers worked inside her. Her body trembled with pleasure, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts sending shockwaves through her core.

She couldn’t help comparing this to the timid lovemaking she shared with her husband.

Luke felt his cock throb as he imagined plunging into the nanny’s tight pussy. He picked up the pace, finger-fucking Anastasia with reckless abandon. Her cries filled the room, mingling with the distant wails of her newborn baby.

With a grunt, Luke hoisted Anastasia’s legs onto his shoulders and thrust deep inside her. She gasped as her walls clamped down around his shaft. He began to pound her, each stroke harder than the last.

Anastasia’s world shattered as Luke fucked her senseless. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, as he hammered her g-spot. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she found herself wishing it was the nanny beneath him instead.

Lost in his fantasies, Luke thrust faster, his balls slapping against Anastasia’s ass. His orgasm built rapidly, the thought of claiming the nanny pushing him to the edge.

With a roar, Luke buried himself balls-deep inside Anastasia and came. His seed spilled into her, leaking out around his cock as he collapsed on top of her, panting.

Anastasia lay beneath him, spent and exhausted. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time Luke came to satisfy his lust. As long as those forbidden desires festered inside him, she would be his willing outlet.

Luke eventually pulled out, his softening cock slipping from Anastasia’s used hole. He glanced at the baby wailing in the crib and smirked, knowing he had interrupted her duties.

With a casual wave, he left the house and headed home, already planning his next move. He would have a taste of Elodie one way or another.

Back in his room, he gathered his clothes to do laundry before showering and washing her sticky fluids from his body.

While loading the machine, he noticed a basket filled with unfamiliar clothes. Curious, he sifted through it and spotted a maid’s uniform beneath the pile.

Which one of them does this belong to? he wondered.

He skimmed through again and recognized a gown Elodie often wore. He was about to walk away when a red thong caught his eye.

Damn.

A wide smile spread across his face as he pocketed it quickly, just as he heard footsteps approaching. He hurried to the machine, pretending to inspect it as Elodie walked in.

She froze when she saw him. After what had happened between them, she had made sure to avoid him—but here he was.

She straightened, forcing herself to stand tall. She was done being someone he could walk all over.

“Good day, sir,” she greeted, avoiding his eyes and keeping a careful distance.

“Elodie,” he murmured, his gaze roaming over her, wondering what secrets her bra kept hidden.