Mag-log inThe knock was sharp and loud, consisting of three quick taps that rattled the wooden frame of the door. I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs. My skin was still tingling and wet from his touch, the thick warmth of his release still slowly pooling inside me. Larry's arm tightened around me, his large hand pressing firmly into the small of my back as I felt his body tense beneath mine. "Expecting someone?" I whispered, my breath hitching against his bare chest. "No," Larry rasped, his voice dropping to a low, guarded whisper as he stared at the door. The knock came again. It was harder and more insistent this time. And then a voice I knew better than my own shouted through the wood. "Lisa. Open the door," Noah demanded, his tone dripping with cold, absolute authority. My blood turned to ice at the sound of his voice. Noah was standing right outside. Larry was on his feet in an instant, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on with hurried movements. I scrambled for my sundre
"Want these off?" I whispered, dragging the fabric down just enough to tease him. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his hands clenching my waist. I pulled them down, and his cock sprang free, already hard. It was thick, dark, and pulsing with a heavy heat. I wrapped my hand around his solid length, squeezing slowly, feeling him twitch against my palm. "Look at me," I said. He did, his eyes completely dark with desire. I lowered my head and took him into my mouth, starting slowly, letting my lips slide over the warm, swollen head of his shaft. "Fuck... Lisa..." he groaned, his head rolling back against the pillows as I began to suck him with a slow, swirling rhythm. "Mmm..." I hummed, the vibration of my throat making his hips twitch. I worked him slowly, savoring every inch, my tongue tracing the sensitive underside of his shaft while my hand stroked the very base. His hips bucked upward in a quiet plea, his fingers tangling desperately in my hair, pulling me tighter against him. "Ahhh
The next morning, Noah was gone before I woke up. "Business meeting," his brief note said, explaining that he would be back late. I didn't care. I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I thought about Larry. About his hands, his mouth, his cock. I soaped my body slowly, my hands gliding over my skin, imagining they were his hands. I washed my hair, conditioned it, and shaved my legs. I took my time, preparing myself for what was to come. When I finally stepped out of the shower, my skin was pink and tingling, and I felt more alive than I had in years. I dried off, wrapped myself in a robe, and walked to the nightstand. I pulled open the drawer to retrieve his card. I picked up my phone with a trembling hand. I slowly punched in the digits and dialed. It rang once. Twice. Three times. "He is not going to answer," I thought, a cold sweat breaking over my skin. It was just a one-time thing. He's forgotten about me already. I'm just another bored housewife he f
“You want it hard, baby?” Larry growled, his breathing turning rough and feral as my soaking walls gripped him like a vice. “Let’s see how much of this big dick you can take.” He suddenly picked up the pace, shifting from those heavy, torturous grinds into brutal, relentless lunges. His hips slammed violently against mine with loud, wet, echoing slaps that drowned out the quiet of the library. Every deep thrust hit directly against my most sensitive depths, making my vision blur with pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Ahhh! Yes! Right there! Faster! Harder yeeesss harder fuck me hard!” I shrieked hysterically, my eyes rolling back as the overwhelming friction built into a tidal wave. “Ruin me! Fuck me deeper! Ahnn-nn!” “Scream for me, Lisa. Let your husband hear how much better I drill this tight little pussy,” he talked dirty against my ear, his thrusts becoming heavier, faster, and completely merciless as he drilled into my core. “I’m your slut! Ahnn… yes! Fuck me harder! Oh god, I
He led me through the hallway, up a narrow set of stairs. I followed without question, my heart pounding, my mind racing. We stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. He pushed it open. It was a library. Old. Dusty. Shelves lined every wall, packed with leather-bound books. "What is this place?" I breathed. He walked toward me and held my cheeks up. “A place where your dream comes true.” "What are you talking about?” I whispered, though I already knew. His thumb traced along my jawline lightly. "The dream of being seen. Of being touched like you're precious. Of feeling like a woman again." My breath caught. "Larry… I." "Tell me to stop," he said, his voice low, rough. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk you back to your husband and never bother you again." I stared into his eyes. They were warm, full of something I hadn't seen in years. "Just this once," I breathed. He kissed me. It was different, totally different from how Noah kissed me, which he barely did. Lar
The champagne glass was cold in my hand, but I didn't drink from it. I just held it, staring at the bubbles rising to the surface. Noah was across the ballroom, working the room like a politician running for office. I was just his arm candy. The pretty wife in the flashy designer dress he'd picked out. The silent ornament he showed off and then forgot. I watched him from across the room, this man I had promised to love for better or worse. He was handsome, I couldn't deny that. Women looked at him with hunger in their eyes. Men looked at him with envy. Everyone wanted to be Noah Reynolds or be fucked by him. But none of them knew what it was like to live with him. How did I end up here? The question haunted me every day. I had been twenty-four when I met him, fresh out of college, working at a gallery that he had visited for some charity event. He had swept me off my feet with his money and his confidence and his promises of a beautiful life. I had been young and naive and d







