Chapter 2:The Bigger,The Better

I stepped out of the building into the cool night air. My legs were still unsteady. Every step sent a reminder of what had just happened, and i had to pause at the curb, one hand braced against the cold stone wall, just to breathe.

Get it together.

I  walked to my car slowly, keys trembling in my fingers. The parking garage was empty, just fluorescent lights humming overhead and the distant echo of my own heels. I  slid into the driver's seat and sat there for a long moment, hands on the wheel, staring at nothing. I  atleast still had the car my dad gave me  on my  birthday before i decided to settle with derick

My reflection in the rearview mirror looked different. Flushed. Lips swollen. Hair a mess i hadn't bothered to fix.

I started the engine.

The drive home was a blur of streetlights and silence. I didn't turn on the radio. I couldn't stand noise. My  mind kept replaying the office—the weight of his hand on my  lower back, the low tone of his voice against my  ear, the way he'd called me  a slut.

I gripped the wheel tighter.

Halfway home, i realized she was still leaking into my underwear. My  face burned. I shifted in the seat, pressing my  thighs together, but it only made it worse—that dull, aching reminder that I’d been stretched open and filled in a way I  hadn't felt in months.

Maybe ever.

I  pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex and killed the engine.

For a minute, I  just sat there.

Derick was inside. Derick, who kissed me softly. Derick, who asked about her day. Derick, who had no idea what I have  just done.

I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch.

I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment.

I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step.

Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled.

“Hey, baby. Long day?”

“Yeah.”

I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

I kissed him back, but my mind was still in that office.

He pulled the towel off and climbed between my legs. His cock pressed against me. Smaller. Thinner. Nothing like the thick stretch I had taken an hour ago.

He pushed in.

I felt it. Of course I felt it. But it wasn’t enough. My pussy was still open and sensitive from Mr. Grant, and Derick slid in too easily. No burn. No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open.

He started moving, steady and careful.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned.

I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me.

Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.”

I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

He sped up. The bed creaked the same way it always did. I moaned for him because I knew the sounds he liked, but the moan was fake. My body wanted to be filled properly again. Stretched. Fucked hard enough that it hurt a little.

Derick came with a low groan and collapsed on top of me. I felt the warm pulse of his cum, but it was nothing compared to the heavy load Mr. Grant had pumped into me earlier. This one barely registered.

He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest.

“Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too.”

I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now.

I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up.

It wasn’t enough.

I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again.

I needed the real thing.