LOGINThe sun was barely up when Angel called me.I was still sleeping deeply under my warm blankets when the sudden, loud buzzing of my phone startled me awake. I reached blindly for the vibrating device on my nightstand and saw that it was her… Angel, and I answered the call without thinking twice."Philip?" her voice whispered through the receiver, small and shaky. "Did I wake you?""Kind of," I said, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. "But it's fine. What's wrong? You sound worried."She let out a long, shaky breath. "I need you to come over. Please. I know it's early, but I'm freaking out and I don't know who else to talk to."I was already sitting up on the edge of my mattress, swinging my legs out of bed to search for my jeans. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," I promised reassuringly.True to my word, I was at her door on time.She looked a complete mess when she opened the door. She was wearing a faded, oversized grey hoodie that hung past her thighs, swallowing her small frame."
I stood there, trembling, tears streaming down my face. Larry wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "It's over," he whispered. I shook my head. "It's just beginning." He pulled back, looking at me with those warm, serious eyes. "I meant what I said, Lisa. Every word." I laughed through my tears. "Even the part about grocery shopping?" "Especially that part," he insisted with a soft chuckle. "I'm very particular about stuff like that." I kissed him softly. "Good," I whispered. "Cause I'll spoil you rotten with my cooked meals." Six months later, I moved into the loft. The divorce was quiet. Noah gave me everything I asked for, and more. He was afraid of what I might say, and he had every right to be. Larry and I fought about stupid things… whose turn it was to do dishes, whether the thermostat should be set at seventy or seventy-two. He left his socks on the floor, and I took up too much space in the bed. And every night, he held me like I was precious. One evening
The 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







