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Chp4
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2026-10-29 07:01:23I was already naked when he walked in.
The side door opened just after lunch. No shirt, no shorts, nothing. I’d been walking around the house like that all morning, the air cool against my skin, every step reminding me how sore and used I still was from yesterday. Mark had called twice. I’d let both go to voicemail. I didn’t trust my voice. Cole stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and just looked at me for a long second. His eyes moved over the bruises on
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Painful Pleasures Chp4
I was already naked when he walked in. The side door opened just after lunch. No shirt, no shorts, nothing. I’d been walking around the house like that all morning, the air cool against my skin, every step reminding me how sore and used I still was from yesterday. Mark had called twice. I’d let both go to voicemail. I didn’t trust my voice. Cole stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and just looked at me for a long second. His eyes moved over the bruises on my hips, the faint marks on my neck, the way my nipples were already hard. “Good,” he said. “On your knees.” I dropped right there in the kitchen. The tile was cold under me. He walked over, unzipped, and pulled his cock out. It was already half-hard. He slapped it lightly against my cheek, then my lips. “Open.” I did. He pushed in slow at first, letting me taste the clean skin and the salt of him. Then he gripped the back of my head a
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I left the side door unlocked again. All morning I walked around the house in a loose shirt and nothing else, just like he told me. Every time I sat down I felt the faint ache between my legs from yesterday. Every time I stood up I felt the slow trickle of leftover cum he’d shoved back inside me the night before. I didn’t wash it out. I wanted him to find it still there. Mark called around eleven. I answered on speaker while I was standing at the kitchen sink, shirt riding up over my bare ass. “How’s the house?” he asked. “Quiet,” I said. My free hand drifted between my thighs. I was already wet. “Boring.” He talked about meetings and dinners and how much he missed me. I made the right sounds while I rubbed slow circles over my clit. When he said he might be able to fly home a day early I almost told him not to. Instead I said I’d love that and hung up with my fingers shiny. Cole showed up at t
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I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again—thick and heavy, stretching me open, the way he’d shoved his cum back inside me with two fingers and told me to keep it. I woke up twice in the dark with my hand between my legs, rubbing the mess he’d left. By morning my sheets were damp and my thighs stuck together. Mark texted around nine. *Meetings all day. Miss you.* I stared at the screen for a long time, then typed back something soft and lying. My neck still had the bruises from Cole’s teeth. I didn’t cover them. I wanted to see them in the mirror while I made coffee. I spent the morning restless. Cleaned shit that didn’t need cleaning. Bent over the dishwasher in another thin tank and nothing underneath, knowing he could see me if he looked out his window. I caught myself standing at the sink longer than necessary, hips tilted, waiting. By noon I was so worked up I had to stop and finger myself against the counter, two fingers slick with leftover cum and fresh wet
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I was wet before he even knocked. Mark had been gone three days already—some bullshit sales conference in Dallas—and the house felt like a tomb. I’d already gone through two batteries on the vibrator and still couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the new neighbor across the street. The one who’d moved in last month. Tall. Broad. Quiet. Always in those faded jeans that sat low on his hips. I’d watched him unload boxes one afternoon, shirt stuck to his back with sweat, and I’d stood at the kitchen window with my hand down my shorts like a fucking teenager. Saturday afternoon the heat was brutal. I was in a thin tank top and nothing else, nursing a glass of wine on the porch, when he walked over. His name was Cole. I’d learned that from the mail that kept ending up in my box by accident. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, looking up at me. “Got a spare fuse? Mine just blew and the hardware store’s closed.” I should’ve said no. Should’ve pointed him down the street. I
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I woke up with his mouth between my legs. No warning. Just the wet heat of his tongue dragging over my clit, two fingers already inside me. Morning light cut through the curtains. My body was still sore from the night before—ass tender, thighs bruised from his hands—but I was wet the second I registered what he was doing. Marcus didn’t stop when I gasped. He licked me like he had all the time in the world, slow and thorough, until my hips were lifting off the bed. When I came it was quiet and shaky, fingers twisting in the sheets. He kept going until I tried to squirm away from the oversensitivity. Only then did he lift his head, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “Morning,” he said. “You’re not leaving this bed until I say so.” He crawled up my body and pushed into my cunt in one long thrust. I was still fluttering from the orgasm. The stretch made me moan. He fucked me slow at first, deep strokes that forced the air out of me, then harder, the headboard starting up its familiar rhythm agai
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I was still lying there when the key card clicked again. Marcus walked in carrying a small shopping bag from one of the hotel boutiques. He set it on the chair and looked me over—naked, legs slightly open, the wet spot on the sheets under me. “Show me.” I spread wider. He stepped between my knees, pressed two fingers into my ass, and felt the slick mess he’d left earlier. Some of it had leaked out. Most of it was still inside. “Good enough,” he said. “Get up.” He pulled the black dress out of the bag—same one from last night, cleaned somehow—and tossed it at me. No bra. No panties. Just the dress. I stepped into it. The fabric clung to my skin. Every time I moved I felt the slow trickle of his cum between my cheeks. He watched me the whole time, eyes dark. “Shoes. Hair up. Makeup if you want. You’ve got ten minutes.” I did what he said. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting by the door, jacket on, looking completely put-together. No one looking at us in the hallway wo
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I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
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