LOGINThe laptop screen was too bright, like it was mocking my attempt to focus.
I'd dragged it to my bed, five minutes early for my call with Nina, because that’s what I did—show up and pretend like everything's fine.I was wearing Jax's oversized shirt. No bra. No shorts. Just the soft shirt brushing my bare skin every time I moved, reminding me how the ache still there, even though i'm denying it.My eyes were puffy, lashes crusted from crying in the shower until the wHe 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
I walked toward him slowly, and each step felt way very heavy.His eyes never left mine. They were tracking my movement across the room like a man watching what he wants to devour.I got very close and stopped at the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but not touching. Waiting for instruction.
“In the lot across the street. See you inside?” I typed back quickly.His response came back immediately: I’ll be there in 2.”I flipped down the visor mirror, checking my reflection one more time. Makeup still perfect. Hair still smooth. I reapplied my lip gloss, and took a bre
He was straddling my chest with his dick right in front of my face, hard and thick with pre-cum glistening and leaking from the tip.I could see every vein, every detail, so close I could feel the heat coming off it."Open your mouth."I obeyed immediately, parting my l
"He's nice," I said, which was true but also obviously not really an answer, but it felt like a good thing to say.Lexi made this frustrated noise and said "Nice? That's what you're going with?" "What do you want me to say?" "I don't know. That you're into him?







