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I never planned to fuck my boyfriend’s older brother on the same couch where Jake had cheated on me.
But the moment I opened my front door and saw Alex standing there — tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a tight black t-shirt that hugged his gym-built chest — something dark and vicious twisted inside my chest and shot straight between my legs.
Jake had been gone for three hours. Three hours since I’d come home early from my shift and found him balls-deep in his blonde coworker on our couch. The same gray sectional I was staring at right now, still slightly askew from how hard he’d been pounding her.
I should have cried. I should have screamed. Instead, I’d thrown his clothes out the window, changed the locks on my phone plan, and sent him one single text:
“We’re done. Don’t come back.”
Then I did the one thing I knew would destroy him more than anything.
I texted his older brother.
Me:Hey Alex. Jake and I just broke up. Can you come over? I need to talk to someone.
He replied in under two minutes: On my way.
And now here he was. Six-foot-three of pure, forbidden temptation. Jake’s complete opposite — darker hair, sharper jaw, deeper voice, and a quiet intensity that always made my stomach flutter even when I was pretending it didn’t. Alex was thirty-two. Jake was twenty-eight. And right now, the eight-year age gap felt like the hottest thing in the world.
I let the door swing wider, wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that barely covered my ass and a tiny black thong. No bra. My nipples were already hard, pressing obviously against the thin fabric.
Alex’s eyes dropped instantly, then flicked back up to my face. His jaw tightened.
“Shit, Mia… what happened?” His voice was low, concerned, but I could already hear the hunger creeping in.
I stepped closer, close enough that he could smell my perfume mixed with the faint scent of my arousal. I looked him straight in the eyes and told him the truth.
“Jake fucked his coworker on that couch this afternoon. I walked in on them. He came inside her while I was standing in the doorway.”
Alex’s expression darkened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “That stupid little fuck…”
I smiled, slow and venomous. “I want to get even. Tonight. Right now. On the same couch he betrayed me on.”
Alex stared at me for one long, heavy second. I could see the war happening behind his eyes — loyalty to his brother versus the raw, filthy temptation standing half-naked in front of him.
I made the decision for him.
I reached down, grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and pulled it slowly over my head. My full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples tight and aching. I let the shirt drop to the floor and stood there in nothing but my tiny thong, my smooth pussy already visibly wet through the lace.
“Use me, Alex,” I whispered, my voice trembling with rage and lust. “Fuck me harder than he ever could. Make me scream so loud the neighbors hear. Fill me with your cum on the exact spot where he fucked her. I want to send him the video while you’re still inside me.”
The last of his resistance snapped.
Alex kicked the door shut behind him with a loud bang. In two strides he was on me, one big hand fisting in my hair as he yanked my head back. His mouth crashed down on mine — rough, demanding, nothing like Jake’s lazy kisses. His tongue invaded my mouth while his other hand roughly squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make me moan into the kiss.
When he pulled back, his eyes were burning.
“You sure about this, Mia?” His voice was gravelly, dangerous. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’re a dripping, shaking mess begging for more. And I’m going to make sure my brother knows exactly whose cock made you cum harder than he ever did.”
I arched into him, rubbing my aching nipples against his chest. “I’m sure. Ruin me, Alex. Make me your slut tonight.”
He growled low in his throat and shoved me backward onto the couch — the same couch. My back hit the cushions and I spread my legs wide without being told, showing him how soaked my thong already was.
Alex tore his shirt off, revealing the hard, sculpted muscles Jake had always been jealous of. His cock was already straining against his jeans, the thick outline making my mouth water. He unzipped slowly, deliberately, then pushed his jeans and boxers down.
His cock sprang free — longer and noticeably thicker than Jake’s. The head was flushed dark, already leaking pre-cum. I whimpered at the sight.
“Fuck… you’re bigger,” I breathed, unable to hide the hunger in my voice.
Alex smirked, dark and possessive. He wrapped one hand around the thick shaft and stroked once, slowly. “Yeah? You like that? You like knowing I’m going to stretch that pretty pussy wider than my little brother ever could?”
I nodded frantically, reaching down to pull my thong aside, exposing my smooth, dripping cunt. “Please… I need it.”
He didn’t climb on top of me right away. Instead, he dropped to his knees between my spread thighs, grabbed my hips, and yanked me to the edge of the couch. Without warning, he buried his face in my pussy.
I cried out as his hot tongue dragged through my folds, licking me from ass to clit in one long, filthy stroke. He groaned against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core.
“God, you taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, then sucked my swollen clit into his mouth hard.
My back arched off the couch. “Oh fuck— Alex!”
He ate me like a starving man — messy, aggressive, two thick fingers plunging deep into my pussy while his tongue flicked mercilessly over my clit. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the living room. I grabbed his hair with both hands, grinding against his face, my moans growing louder and filthier with every second.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled between licks. “This pussy is dripping for me. Jake never made you drip like this, did he?”
Louisa's POVThe sound of my own frustrated moan still echoed in my ears when the knock came at the back door.I was bent over the kitchen counter, hands braced on the cool granite, trying to catch my breath after another useless attempt to make myself come. My husband’s text from twenty minutes ago still glowed on my phone screen: Working late again. Don’t wait up. Same message, different day. My fingers had been slick, my clit throbbing, but the orgasm kept slipping away like it always did lately. I yanked my sundress back down over my hips, wiped my hand on a dish towel, and padded barefoot toward the sliding glass door.Alec stood on the other side of the glass, shirtless, sweat glistening on the hard lines of his chest and the dark ink that covered both arms and one shoulder. The tattooed divorcee from next door. Six-foot-three of pure trouble, holding a power drill in one hand and a toolbox in the other like he’d just stepped out of every filthy fantasy I’d never admitted to hav
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He filled the entire frame, all six-foot-five inches of solid, commanding male. The black mask was still in place, but even without seeing his full face, his presence sucked the air from the room. He closed the door behind him with deliberate calm, the lock engaging with a quiet, irreversible snick. His dark eyes—intense, burning—swept over me slowly from behind the mask, lingering on the way the silk clung to my heavy breasts, the dip of my waist, the bare expanse of my thighs.“Rina,” he murmured. His voice was low, cultured, edged with gravel and absolute authority. It sent an involuntary shiver racing down my spine and straight to my core. There was something hauntingly familiar about that voice, but my overwhelmed mind couldn’t place it. “You’re even more exquisite in person than your photos suggested.”I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Thank you… sir.”He stepped closer, towering over me, the subtle scent of his cologne—woody, expensive, with an underlying note of ra
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