Distraction

Yas

     My scream hung in the air like a desperate plea, my body still on his thick cock, every muscle tensed as his fingers grazed mine over the buzzing phone.

The screen's glow cut through the blackness, illuminating his confused face for a split second, enough to twist my gut with fresh panic.

He couldn't answer that. Not now, not when I was so close to releasing.

Before he could pull away, I ground my hips down hard, clenching my pussy around his shaft in a tight, insistent rhythm.

My hands flew to his chest, nails digging into his skin as I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against him.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice a husky imitation of Trina's, laced with raw need.

“Don't stop. I need you inside me.”

His hand froze on the phone, the vibration humming against my palm. I felt the shift in him, the way his cock twitched deep within me, responding to the sudden squeeze of my pussy walls.

Slowly, he let go, his fingers curling back to grip my waist instead.

“Fuck, Trina,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “You are acting like a total whore tonight.”

    Relief flooded me as I rocked faster, lifting myself just enough to slam back down, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the dark room.

He forgot the phone entirely, tossing it aside onto the couch where it buzzed into silence. His hands roamed up my sides, thumbs brushing my tits before pinching my nipples sharply, sending shivers straight to my core.

“God, yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch, my pussy soaking his length with every thrust. I bounced harder, my clit grinding against his pelvis.

He met me halfway, his cock stretching me wider, hitting my G-spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids even in the pitch black.

“What's got you so fucking slutty today?” he demanded with a groan, one arm wrapping around my back to pull me flush against him.

His free hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. He latched on, sucking hard enough to bruise, his teeth grazing my skin as he pounded upward relentlessly.

“This greedy little cunt is dripping all over me. You are making me so damn hard, excited like never before.”

His words ignited something feral in me, a mix of triumph and shame twisting in my chest.

I was the one doing this to him, not her. My body pleased him, milked him, but he thought it was Trina. The deception fueled my desperation. I rode him like my life depended on it, thighs burning, sweat slicking our skin.

He obliged with a savage grunt, flipping our positions in one swift motion despite the darkness.

Suddenly, I was on my back, legs splayed wide as he drove into me from above, his weight pinning me to the cushions.

His cock plunged deep, withdrawing almost fully before slamming back in, the head battering my cervix with each punishing stroke, my pussy clenched greedily around every inch.

“You are incredible,” he panted against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “So slutty, so wet– fuck, I love how you take it.”

His pace quickened, his balls slapping against my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

The pressure built fast, forming a tight knot in my belly, my still clit throbbing from the relentless grind.

I came undone with a cry, my pussy spasming wildly around his thrusting cock, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Juices gushed out, soaking his shaft and the couch beneath us as I shuddered, nails raking down his arms.

He didn't let up, instead he continued fucking me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I was a trembling mess, oversensitive and gasping.

“Oh, fuck! Trina!” he roared suddenly, his body going rigid as he buried himself deeper.

Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, filling me up as he ground against me, milking every drop. His grip on my hips bruised, holding me in place while he emptied himself inside.

The sound of her name on his lips hit me like a slap, even as the warmth of his release seeped deeper.

Disappointment filled me, a sharp and bitter feeling in my chest.

I was the one here, taking his cock, feeling him spill into me, but it was her he wanted, her he called for in ecstasy.

He collapsed onto me, breathing heavy, oblivious to the truth.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a soft laugh as I stroked his back. The darkness hid my tears, but not the hollow ache settling in as the one question I dreaded lingered in my head,

What is he going to do when he finds out?