I whimpered in pleasure as my husband pulled my hair. I was still sleeping, but I could feel his hands all over me.
I was lying on my stomach, so he pulled my ass up until I was on my knees and started eating my cunt like his life depended on it. “Ahhh… mmm fuck yes,” I moaned, feeling my juices sliding down my thighs and all over his face. He positioned me to sit on his face and I did, rolling my hips with pleasure. But when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t my husband beneath me. It was Matt. He smirked, licking his lips. “Why are you surprised? You know you want this just as much as I do,” he said, tongue licking my clit in fast, teasing motions. “Mmm fuck Matt… oh my god…” I gasped. “I’m going to fuck you like the good girl you are. I haven’t fucked any other pussy since yours. For the past eight months, I’ve been dreaming of your little pussy,” he moaned. Against better judgment, I let him get into my head. His mouth felt so good, I forgot my morals. Ding ding ding! The doorbell rang, waking me the fuck up. “What the fuck…” I cursed, blinking the dream away. I picked up my phone and saw three messages: one from my husband apologizing for last night, one from the girls’ group, and another from an unknown number. I opened the last one. “Hi, it’s Matt again. Just letting you know I’m here if you need anything.” Fuck him. My pussy clenched in response. No. Not a fuck me clench. Gosh. I washed my face and mouth before heading downstairs. I don’t care who you are, I’m not leaving my room looking like a mess. When I opened the door, there he was. Matt. Holding peonies. My favorite. “For you,” he said, handing them over. I took them silently. “Can I come in?” he asked. I nodded and opened the door wider. I was only wearing my thin satin nightgown, and between my legs was already damp and slick. We sat on the couch, casually pretending to watch TV. “Care for anything?” I asked. “Only you,” he replied without hesitation. My pussy clenched again. “Don’t say things like that.” “I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes locked on my lips. I rolled my eyes, and out of the corner of my gaze, I saw his cock jerk beneath his jeans. It kept pulsing, thick and heavy, and I couldn’t look away. “I care about you. I don’t enjoy watching you suffer like this. Your husband will never find out,” he whispered, rubbing my arms. He took my hand and placed it on his hard dick. God, I remembered it all too well. That thick length, eleven inches long and three inches wide, stretching me perfectly. “Tell me if I look, I won’t see your pussy already dripping,” he whispered. Fuck it. Against better judgment, I let him slide his hand between my thighs, cupping my soaked pussy through the thin fabric. “Oh yes… ahhh… mmm. You’re so wet for me already,” he moaned. Yes. Wet from the dream “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered. He kissed me hungrily and I let him taste every crevice of my mouth, resisting the urge to hold his huge cock. He pulled down one strap of my nightdress, exposing my breast, then immediately pulled my nipple into his warm mouth. “Aaahhh yes… Matt…” I moaned loudly. He brushed his thumb over the other nipple, teasing and circling until I arched into him. “Ahh… mmm… yesss,” I gasped as his fingers slipped into my folds. One finger. Then two. He curled them into my g-spot and began thrusting in and out. “Oh god… right there… fuck…” I whimpered. His mouth moved from my nipples to my lips, kissing me while his hand kept working my pussy. I spread my legs wider, panting, helpless as my ex finger fucked me on my husband’s couch. “Want me to stop?” he asked, voice rough. I shook my head desperately. He pulled me onto the couch fully and lowered his mouth to my pussy. His tongue was fast, firm, and unrelenting, flicking against my clit while his fingers stayed deep inside me. “Ahhh fuck yes Matt… oh my god don’t stop…” I cried. He licked me open, then sucked hard on my clit. “Fuck… ohhh yesss… mmm god,” I moaned. He didn’t stop until I came hard, my body trembling, pussy gushing all over his face. I sighed, breathless, but I wasn’t done. I slid off the couch onto my knees, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. Huge. Hard. Beautiful. I wrapped my lips around the head and pushed down my throat until I gagged. “Yesss… mmm fuck… I miss that fucking mouth of yours, my little slut,” he groaned and spanked my ass. My pussy throbbed. Dirty words were my weakness. They Undid me. I kept sucking his cock at slow pace, teasing and torturing him. “Here… let me give you a good mouth fuck,” he said, grabbing my hair in a fist and thrusting deep into my throat. Sloppy sounds filled the room, fast and wet suction, choked gasps, and his ragged moans. “Take that, my little slut. You love it,” he growled. I took it all. His cock pulsed in my mouth as I swallowed every inch like the good girl I used to be for him. He groaned, cursed, and then came down my throat in hot, thick spurts. I swallowed every drop. “Your mouth is the best. But I’m not done with you yet,” he said, lifting me up. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed, crawling over me with hunger in his eyes. He positioned me on top of him in a 69. I moaned loudly as his tongue met my soaked pussy again, licking and sucking like a man starving. He devoured every drop, his tongue exploring every crevice while his fingers joined in again. “Ohhh god… Matt… right there… yes yes yes,” I moaned, stroking his cock while taking it into my mouth again. “You taste even better than I remembered. I miss this tight little pussy,” he groaned, tongue flicking my clit with expert pressure. His fingers curled into my g-spot again. “Ahhh… oh fuck… yes baby please don’t stop…” I whimpered. He sucked my clit hard. I cried out, nails clawing the sheets as I gushed on his face. I moaned around his cock, lips slurping and tongue teasing. “Yesss baby… take it all. Such a dirty little mouth,” he growled, fucking my throat slow and deep. “Ahhh Matt… ohhhh fuck I’m going to come again,” I moaned against his cock. “Good girl. Come for me, my good little slut. So fucking good for me,” he groaned, voice thick with need. My orgasm slammed into me. Body trembling. Legs shaking. My pussy clenched around nothing, wet and raw. I collapsed on top of him, breathless, ruined.MAYA’S POVI came from Los Angeles to the Hamptons to meet up with my friend at her family’s lake house. We always went there for college breaks but we got bored so we decided to go to a party. When Zoey said the party would be bomb, I didn’t believe her initially. Now, here I was grinding on a hot athlete who could pass a Greek god. He passed me his drink and took a sip. The music boomed and our bodies moved to the rhythm. I felt the sudden need to pee. “Hold on, I have to pee I’ll be back.” I rushed to the bathroom and waited for the person in there to step out before going in. I almost vomited at the sight of the disaster there so I ran out. I decided to hold it back till I got back to the lake house. I went back to the party to find the guy I was dancing with making out with another girl. His eyes caught mine and he winked. The audacity. Like he wanted me to cause a scene for him. I hated immature guys and it was a complete turn-off for me. I found Zoey straddling a
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us. He pulled out slowly, letting me feel the emptiness for a brief second before pushing back inside. The movement was brutal this time, faster and harder too. “I can finally fuck with you with no distractions this time,” he said, his voice low. I didn’t care about the blood or the dead bodies on the floor. He had killed for me and that was all that mattered. “Yes… Don,” I b
SELENE’S POV We pulled up outside a luxurious club where the music was deep and pulsing, like a slow heartbeat beneath the city. Inside, the air reeked of power and expensive liquor. We moved to the VIP section after the Don whispered something to the guards at the door. Inside, men in tailored suits — the Don’s fellow drug lords — nodded at each other with cold pleasantries in Italian, and every now and then, their eyes flicked toward me. I was wearing what the Don picked. A black bodycon dress so sheer it may as well have been mist. Thin, tight, and obscene in the wrong lighting. Underneath, only G-strings and two tiny patches covering my nipples. My entire body was on display, and they weren’t pretending not to look. I didn’t feel safe. Not until I hooked my hand into the Don’s arm, fingers wrapped around the muscle beneath his tailored jacket. His body didn’t react, but he let me hold on. The men kept staring. Their conversations thinned out one by one. A few stoo
SELENE’S POVHis voice wasn’t loud but it vibrated like a loaded gun pointed right between my legs. I climbed onto the bed and laid on my back.He stood there watching me, jaw tight and chest heaving like he was trying not to lose control.“You’re not Lucia,” he said, more to himself than to me.Lucia… that must be who hurt him.I nodded slowly. “I never was.”“She lied to me,” he muttered, walking forward. “She fucked my enemy and smiled in my face like she loved me. She plotted with him to kill me.”I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to interrupt the storm unraveling inside him.“I put a bullet through her head,” he said, stopping at the edge of the bed. “I didn’t hesitate.”He said it like he wanted to scare me off. But it only made me want him even more.He reached out and grabbed my ankle, dragging me down the mattress until my legs dangled off the edge. My breath caught as he stepped between them.“But I hesitated when I saw you in that dress. I saw a ghost and I wanted to kil
SELENE’S POV I got to his bedroom and shut the door behind me. There was a box on his bed with an emerald dress. Don must have sent these so I get ready and wait for him. The note attached said to put my hair in a bun, so I did. I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up and change into the dress. “I’m on my way,” Don texted. I waited eagerly, my thighs already damped. I took a photo of it and sent it to him. He responded with a thumbs up but that’s okay. He was not a man of many words. I paced the room, my heart thudding like I was about to be claimed. The dress hugged me tight, cut low enough to make me self-conscious and wet at the same time. After an hour, which felt like an eternity, the door pushed opened. The Don stepped in but froze at the door with his hand on the knob. “Welcome,” I smiled. He didn’t respond. He stared at me like I had grown horns. “Did I do something wrong?” He took a step back. “What are you wearing?” I hesitated, a bit confused.
DON’S POV I glanced at her exposed wet core and back at my laptop. I frowned at the message on my screen. “You fucking bastard. You lied to me about her death. Isn’t this Lucia?” The text read. A photo of Selene was attached to it. Lucia died alright. I made sure of it. She died by my hand and I personally buried her. She was the only woman I ever loved and bore a striking resemblance to Selene. Which was the exact reason I’ve been holding back from fucking her. I intended to break her, but doing that might hurt me as well. Lucia was the love of my life. I trusted her and she betrayed my trust not just by sleeping with my rival, but also plotting to take my life. I killed her and the rival Don the minute I found them entangled in bed. That was five years ago. “Thar isn’t Lucia,” I texted back. “I gave Lucia to you even though I loved her and you killed her. I’m keeping this one for myself,” the response. “Touch her and you’re dead,” I replied. I shut the l