๋ก๊ทธ์ธChapter 7: Tasting my ex๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅตโLose it,โ I whispered.Noahโs control snapped immediately.His hands tightened on my hips and he pulled me down harder against the thick ridge of his cock, grinding me along the length of him through our clothes. A low, rough sound left his throat. I gasped at the sudden pressure from him and rolled my hips in response.โAva,โ he rasped, his voice strained. โLast chance to stop this.โI answered by reaching between us and popping the button of his jeans. Then his zipper followed. I wrapped my fingers around him through the soft cotton of his boxers and felt how hard he already was, how hot he was. Noahโs head fell back against the couch with a broken exhale.โFuckโฆโI freed him completely. His cock sprang up thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him once, twice, spreading the pre-cum with my thumb, then lifted my dress and pushed my panties to the side. I was soaked, soaked to the point my panties were damp.I sank d
Chapter 6: Lose it ๐๐๐๐I got to the amusement park twenty minutes early and sat in the car with the engine off, my both hands resting on the curve of my belly. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same image in my head: Markโs mouth on that womanโs, the slow way he had kissed her, the casual intimacy of his hand brushing her hair behind her ear like he had done it a hundred times before.Noahโs car pulled into a space a few spots away. He got out, spotted me through the windshield, and walked over. When I opened the door and stepped out, his easy expression faded the moment he really looked at my face.โAva.โ His voice was careful. โWhat happened?โI didnโt answer right away. I just started walking toward the entrance and he followed beside me without asking another question. We didnโt buy tickets for any of the rides. We moved past the families and the noise until we found a quiet wooden bench near the back edge of the park, and it was half-hidden by a cluster of trees. The
Chapter 5: Let's meet ๐๐๐I got home later than usual, still feeling the ghost of Noahโs mouth on mine and replaying the scene of telling him not to follow me. The house was quiet. Markโs car was gone, which meant he was still at the office.I dropped my keys on the counter and opened the fridge out of habit.That was when I noticed it.The lunch container I had packed for him the night before was still sitting on the shelf, untouched. The little note I had written was still stuck to the lid. He had forgotten it completely.I stood there for a moment with the fridge door open. I needed to make him something to eat. Because he couldn't just work till later in the evening without food.I closed the fridge door, and pulled out some ingredients. They were leftover roasted chicken, some greens, and a bit of the pasta salad I had made two nights ago. My hands moved automatically just like they always do. I prepared everything in thirty minutes, then packed everything into a clean co
Chapter 4: It was a mistake๐ฅต๐ฆ๐ฆMark left for work at 7:05 like he always did.I waited until the sound of the car engine faded completely before I laced my shoes. My hands were steady, but my stomach felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with the baby. I rested my palm on the curve of my belly for a second, feeling the familiar shift underneath, then stepped out into the cool morning air and locked the door behind me.The path was quiet. I started at my usual pace, one hand occasionally dropping to support the weight of my stomach. I kept telling myself this was still just a run. And not a kind of date with Noah. That we had agreed to meet as just friends and nothing else.Noah was already there when I rounded the big bend near the oak trees.He was stretching against a low wooden fence, wearing dark running shorts, a black T-shirt, and earbuds hanging around his neck. When he saw me he straightened and offered a small smile.โHey,โ he said, walking towards my side.โHey.โ
Chapter 3: Just friends ๐๐ฆ๐ฆI stayed away from jogging that path for three full days.The first morning I laced my shoes, stepped onto the porch, and then turned right back around. I told myself the baby needed a rest day. The second morning I drove to the grocery store instead. The third morning I sat on the edge of the bed in my running clothes and stared at the floor until time passed.I couldnโt stop replaying the cafรฉ scene in my head.The way Noah had smiled when he saw me through the glass. And the kissโGod, the kiss. It had lasted less than a second, just the warm press of his mouth against my cheek, but my skin still remembered the exact way it felt. Mark noticed I have been quiet these past three days.Tuesday evening he came up behind me at the kitchen counter while I washed lettuce and rested his hands on my belly the way he always did. โAre you feeling okay? Youโve been distant.โI kept my eyes on the running water. โJust tired. The babyโs been active.โHe pressed
Chapter 2: It's just what friends do ๐๐ฆ๐ฆI set out for my usual morning run the same way I always did.I locked the front door quietly so I wouldnโt wake Mark, laced my shoes on the porch, and rested one hand on the firm curve of my belly while I stretched. The baby shifted under my palm as if she knew we were about to move. I took the first few steps slowly, letting my body warm up, then settled into the steady, comfortable pace that had become my ritual.The path was familiar enough that my feet knew it by heart. My hand stayed low on my belly whenever the baby decided to kick. Somehow it had a way of usually clearing my head. But today it didn't. Every time my mind wandered it went straight back to the other morning when I met Noah. His face when he first saw me, the careful way he had said my name.I told myself I wasnโt looking for him.But my eyes kept searching around to see if I'll find him.By the time I reached the edge of the park my tank top was damp with sweat and
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of hisโฆdeep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
Chapter 2: A taste of temptationWe stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide







