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Ring On My Finger, Sin In My Bed
Ring On My Finger, Sin In My Bed
Penulis: Ava Sterling

Chapter 1

Penulis: Ava Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-26 13:54:27

The hotel room door had barely clicked shut before Alex had Jordan pinned against it, his large hand wrapped around their throat just tight enough to make Jordan’s pulse thunder under his fingers.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” Alex growled, voice low and rough. His wedding ring glinted coldly in the low light as he shoved Jordan’s thighs apart with his knee. “My wife is at home right now, probably wondering why I’m ‘working late’ again… and all I can think about is burying my cock inside you.”

Jordan’s breath hitched, a wicked smile curling their lips even as heat flooded their body. “Then stop talking and do it. Or are you scared she’ll smell me on you when you get home?”

Alex’s answer was immediate and punishing. He crushed his mouth to Jordan’s in a messy, desperate kiss — all teeth and tongue, claiming. His free hand yanked their shirt open, buttons scattering across the carpet. Rough fingers found a nipple, pinching and rolling it until Jordan moaned into his mouth, arching hard against him.

“Been thinking about this all week,” Alex admitted between kisses, voice dark. He shoved Jordan’s pants and underwear down in one rough motion, fingers immediately sliding between their legs. “Fuck… you’re soaked already.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning, curling instantly against that sweet spot. Jordan’s head fell back against the door with a thud, hips rocking desperately onto his hand.

“More,” they gasped. “I need you.”

Alex dropped to his knees, shoved Jordan’s legs wider, and replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue was relentless — long, filthy strokes over their swollen clit, sucking hard, then thrusting deep inside them. He ate them out like a man starved, groaning at the taste, his hands gripping their ass cheeks and spreading them obscenely. Jordan’s fingers tangled tight in his hair, grinding against his face, riding his tongue shamelessly.

When their thighs started shaking, Alex stood up, freed his heavy, veined cock from his slacks — already rock-hard and leaking — and rubbed the fat head against Jordan’s dripping entrance.

“Beg me,” he ordered, teasing the tip just inside.

“Please, Alex… fuck me. Cheat on her with me. I don’t care how wrong it is.”

He thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching Jordan open around his thick length. Both of them groaned loudly. Alex didn’t give them time to adjust. He fucked them hard and deep against the door, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing. His hand returned to their throat, squeezing just right while he pounded into them.

“Such a greedy little homewrecker,” he panted, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared inside their tight heat again and again. “Taking every inch while my wife waits at home.”

Jordan was falling apart — loud, broken moans spilling from their lips with every thrust. Alex suddenly pulled out, spun them around, and bent them over the small hotel desk. He kicked their legs wider and slammed back in, the new angle making Jordan cry out sharply.

The desk banged rhythmically against the wall as he railed them. One hand fisted Jordan’s hair, yanking their head back. The other reached around to rub fast, tight circles over their clit.

“Come on my married cock,” he growled. “Let me feel you milk me.”

Jordan shattered hard, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as they came with a loud, shameless cry. The intense contractions pulled Alex over the edge right after. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Jordan’s spasming hole, spilling out around his shaft as he kept shallowly thrusting through the aftershocks.

They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still buried inside them, cum slowly leaking down Jordan’s thighs.

Then Alex’s phone started vibrating loudly on the nightstand.

The screen lit up: **Sarah — Calling.**

Jordan looked back over their shoulder, flushed and smirking, still impaled on his softening cock. “You gonna answer that while you’re still dripping out of me?”

Alex’s jaw clenched. His phone kept ringing, insistent and far too loud in the sudden silence. He slowly pulled out, watching a thick drop of his cum leak from Jordan’s well-fucked hole. His hand hovered over the phone…

He answered.

“Hey, babe,” Alex said, voice impressively steady. “Yeah, still at the site. Meeting ran late.”

Jordan’s eyes sparkled with pure mischief. They silently dropped to their knees in front of him, took his cum-slick cock into their mouth, and started sucking him clean — slow, deliberate, and filthy. Their tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tasting both of them.

Alex’s free hand gripped Jordan’s hair tightly, eyes darkening with fresh lust as he tried to keep his voice normal on the call.

“Yeah… I’ll be home soon. Love you too.”

He hung up.

Jordan pulled off his cock with a wet pop, lips shiny, and whispered, “You’re so fucked.”

Alex’s cock was already twitching back to life. He hauled Jordan up, tossed them onto the bed, and crawled over them with dark hunger in his eyes.

“We’re not done tonight,” he growled, spreading their legs wide again. “Not even close.”

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