LOGINHe stopped right in front of me.The kitchen was bright and warm and very quiet, and he was just there, looking down at me with that expression. The dark, certain one, the one that does something very specific to my ability to think clearly.I looked up at him and waited.His hands came to my waist. Unhurried. Like he had all night. Like he had three months and a whole empty house and absolutely nowhere else to be."Hi," I said. Quietly. The same word from the gym, and I didn't plan to say it. It just came out.Something moved through his face. "Hi."He kissed me slowly.Both hands pulled me in from my waist, and I went immediately, my hands on his chest, kissing him back with everything I had because I was done pretending I had any restraint where he was concerned. He knew that. I knew that. We were past the part where I performed otherwise.It built gradually. Deeper. His hands moved from my waist to my back a
His laptop was closed on the coffee table. I didn't notice when that happened.The afternoon had shifted. The light coming through the living room windows was doing that specific golden thing it does around five, low and warm, the kind of light that makes everything look a little more important than it is. Or maybe exactly as important as it is. I could never decide which.His thumb was moving slowly against my shoulder.I wasn't sure he knew he was doing it. I was very sure that I knew.My phone was in my lap but I'd stopped actually looking at it a while ago. I was just here. Present in a way I'm not usually present, with no part of my brain running its usual background noise. Just this couch, this room, his arm, the light.I thought about the last few months. The versions of myself I'd been. The girl who lost weight she didn't need to lose and stared at ceilings at two in the morning and felt like she was genuinely coming undone at every single seam.And now a Wednesday evening on
I woke up and didn't open my eyes immediately.I just laid there, aware of his arm across my waist, and the very specific weight of it, and the sound of his breathing, which was still slow and deep and completely unbothered by the world. The morning light was coming through the curtains in that particular way it does on a weekday when there's nowhere to be yet. Not demanding. Just there.I kept waiting for the anxiety to show up.It does that. It waits until I'm almost comfortable and then it arrives with its whole agenda.But this morning it didn't come. There was just the warmth of him beside me, and the sound of the house, and that very low, steady thing sitting in my chest that I couldn't quite name but also didn't need to.Three months.I thought about that. We had three months of this before anything outside this house got to have an opinion about it.I genuinely didn't know what to do with three months. I have never had that much time with anything good. Usually by the time som
I knelt in the warm lake I had created, my thighs trembling so violently that the puddle rippled around my shins.The ceiling mirror reflected every ruined, filthy detail of my body. Black rivers of mascara streaked down my flushed cheeks. My lips were swollen and glossy, my chin dripping with the thick cream that had rained down on me during that soul-shattering orgasm.My boobs heaved with every ragged breath, and nipples were dark and raw from being bitten. The white streaks painted my belly, and my pussy kept clenching and unclenching around nothing, pushing out slow, lazy pulses of thick release that slid down my thighs and fed the mess beneath me. I could feel my swollen clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and it was so very sensitive and aching for more, even the lightest touch.He towered over me, with his dick jutting proudly against his angry purple-red abs, and his veins bulging like thick cables, coated from the root to the tip in a shiny, obscene sleeve of my cum. T
He flung me onto the mattress like a used sex toy.The cool silk duvet kissed my burning skin for only a heartbeat before his full weight came down on me. His knees forced my thighs apart so wide my hips screamed. The massive black-framed ceiling mirror above the bed swallowed us whole, lit perfectly by the recessed lights.I saw myself. My skin was flushed deep crimson, and my boobs were heaving with every desperate breath. My nipples were painfully hard, and my pussy lips was swollen to twice their normal size and glistening obscenely, a thick, pearly strand of creamy arousal already dangling from my gaping hole and stretching toward the sheets.He grabbed my ankles in one brutal grip and wrenched them up and over until my knees smashed into the mattress beside my ears. The stretch was excruciating. My spine bowed violently off the bed. My ass was lifted high, and my pussy tilted straight up like an offering. The cold air kissed my exposed, dripping hole and I clenched hard, as ano
He yanked my ankles free from the footplates.I collapsed forward instantly, forehead pressing into the warm, soaked leather, legs shaking too hard to hold me. Before I could even gasp, his strong arms slid under my thighs and across my back. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, pulling me into a rear-facing carry. My back flush against his hot, sweat-slick chest, my thighs forced obscenely wide over his forearms, arms hanging limp and useless at my sides.My dripping, puffy pussy settled right against the thick, throbbing underside of his cock. The heat of him made me whimper.He did not bother lining up. He simply started walking.Every step made his massive cock drag slowly upward between my swollen, slippery lips. The fat, leaking head nudged and teased my entrance with every stride, pressing against my aching hole but never pushing inside. The constant, torturous glide was pure agony. Slick and hot and not nearly enough. I moaned desperately and tried to rock my hips down to impa
He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.He nudged the door open w
I lifted my hips off the bed, and he hooked his fingers fully into the waistband. Both hands. Gripping it carefully and he pulled my shorts down slowly. Teasingly, and revealing me inch by inch.My panties was there. White cotton. Simple, and very Innocent-looking.Except they weren'
I was sitting at my desk with my laptop open and the brand files pulled up on the screen. I was actually focusing now.The memory from breakfast had settled in my head. I was reviewing the video I had been editing a few days ago, the one I could not concentrate on before.I star
I was completely destroyed and crying, with my pussy throbbing intensely. I felt empty and desperate as he positioned himself over me again.He held his cock in his hand and stroked himself slowly. It was hard and leaking as he looked down at my naked body."One more time, baby.







