STILL NOT ENOUGH

CHAPTER TWO

LUCENA’S POV

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a small bedside lamp. The warm, heavy scent of sex still filled the air around us.

I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Her lips lingered there for a moment before she moved closer, her breath warm against my ear.

“You did so well, baby,” Joan murmured softly.  

 I placed a soft, passionate kiss on her lips and felt my cock stirring hard again. I knew she was exhausted from our first intense round, but the need to release burned through me. Since our first night together, I’d always been deeply attracted to her, maybe because she was always available whenever I needed to come.

I lowered my mouth to her left breast, knowing it was her most sensitive spot, and sucked gently. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“I’m exhausted,” she whispered.

“Relax, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “I’ll do all the work. Just stay calm and let me take care of you.”

She nodded, eyes half-lidded. I slid my hand lower, ready to ease into her once more.

I teased Joan’s already-hard nipples with my tongue, circling them slowly before sucking one deep into my mouth. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her lips—little gasps and whimpers that only made my cock throb harder against her thigh.

“Babyyy… don’t stoppp…” she moaned, arching into me.

I switched to the other breast, sucking harder, and her voice climbed higher.

“Awwwnn… I can’t take it anymore… please… get your dick inside me…”

She was begging now, hips rolling restlessly. I could feel how wet she was just from the heat radiating between her legs. I stopped sucking and started kissing and nuzzling her breasts while my left hand slid down her stomach and found her soaked pussy. Two fingers slipped easily inside her, curling and stroking as I worked her open.

“Ahh…hhhh…” she breathed, half in pleasure, half in need.

I pulled my fingers free, glistened with her, and guided her onto her knees. Bending her forward, I lined my cock up against her dripping entrance and pushed in slowly. Her tight, slick walls stretched around me, taking every inch until I was buried deep. I started with long, measured thrusts, letting her feel every slide.

Her moans grew louder, higher, and I knew I’d found the perfect angle. Gripping her hips, I pinned her in place and began fucking her harder, deeper, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.

“Lucena… please… don’t stop… I’m coming… harder…”

She was shaking, voice cracking with every thrust.

“Oh my God… I love youuuu—”

Those words pushed me right to the edge. Pleasure crashed through me so hard I forgot everything else. I slammed into her one last time and stayed buried as we both came. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around me while I pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, filling her completely until neither of us could move.

Joan had gone limp almost as soon as we finished. She slept the way a person sleeps after a long shift: mouth slightly open, body heavy, already far away. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. She was good in bed—eager, wet, loud—but she never lasted. A few minutes of real work and she started moaning that she was tired, pushing at my chest, asking me to slow down. I wasn’t finished and my body still felt tight and unfinished.

I got up and went to the toilet. Since Joan was already out, I took my phone and opened a p**n site. I put on a threesome: two men and one woman. They didn’t ease her into anything. They used her hard—two thick cocks in her at once, no patience, no mercy. She cried and begged and still took it, the sound of it half pleasure and half overload. Watching that made me harder than I already was. I wrapped my hand around myself and stroked fast, groaning under my breath. I came, but my cock stayed up. The release didn’t settle anything.

I went to the kitchen for water. It didn’t help. Standing there with the glass in my hand, I decided I would wake Joan. In my head the arrangement was simple: she was there to satisfy me, and I believed she knew that too. I was already turning back toward the bedroom when my phone rang loud in the quiet house.

It was Monika.

I took her off speaker and answered like I already knew the call would go my way.

“Hey, baby.”

Her voice came back low and steady. “Lucena, I want you to come over. I’m badly in need of you. I’m so wet and horny right now. I need your thick cock inside me now.”

That sentence did what the water hadn’t. I told her I was coming. I pulled my clothes on, went back to the bed, and kissed Joan’s forehead—soft, almost fond—before I left her sleeping.

Outside, the night felt useful. Cool air brushed my skin yet did nothing to quiet the unfinished heat still throbbing through my body as I drove toward Monika’s. Streetlights slid across the windshield while I pictured her already wet and waiting, thighs parted, breath shallow with anticipation. I decided I would take my time with her—slow, deliberate, thorough—the way I hadn’t been able to with Joan. No hurried urgency this time, only the long, careful claiming of every soft, willing inch.