WHEN HE WON'T 1

It had been four long, miserable days since the house had become a battlefield of sharp words, slammed doors, and an empty space between them in bed. Ethan hadn’t laid a single finger on her. No sleepy morning kisses that turned hungry, no strong hands pulling her close at night—nothing. Cassie was tired of that silence. Tired of lying awake, aching and wet while he stayed on his side of the bed like a stranger.

Tonight, the pent-up frustration finally boiled over into pure, burning need. And she’d be damned if she didn't take care of herself.

She waited until the room was dark and quiet, the only light a thin sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains. Without a word, she stripped off her cotton nightie, letting it fall to the floor. Naked now, she climbed onto the bed and swung one leg over his, straddling him. Her bare, hot pussy pressed against the soft length of his cock, still trapped in his shorts.

Ethan woke with a startled inhale, eyes flying open. “Cassie… what—?”

She cut him off, leaning down and kissing him hard, desperately. Her tongue slid against his, like she was starving. She was starving. Her hips rolled slowly at first, dragging her soaked folds along his quickly thickening shaft through the thin fabric. The friction made her whimper into his mouth. She was already so wet now, her arousal coating him, making the slide slippery.

He groaned low in his throat, hands coming up to grip her thighs, fingers digging in as his cock hardened fast beneath her. The thick ridge of him pressed up, pulsing with every grind of her hips.

Cassie broke the kiss, breathing ragged, and sat up. She hooked her fingers into his shorts, yanking them down his thighs, freeing his cock. It sprang up thick, the veined shaft already glistening at the tip with pre-cum. The warm, musky scent of him hit her, and her mouth watered. She wrapped her hand around the hot base and gave a long, firm stroke, watching another bead of pre-cum well up.

Without hesitation, she slid down his body, settled between his spread thighs, and took him into her mouth.

The first slide made Ethan moan loudly, his hips twitching. Cassie savored every inch, the salty taste lingering on her tongue, his length stretching her mouth. She sucked him messily, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deeper, relaxing her throat until he nudged the back. Spit dripped down his shaft, coating her fingers as she stroked what she couldn’t fit in. The filthy sounds filled the quiet room. Wet sucking, soft gagging, the glide of her lips on his dick, his ragged breathing turning into broken groans.

She took her time, torturing him. Taking long, deep sucks mixed with teasing flicks. Her hand twisted gently at the base. His cock grew even harder in her mouth, veins standing out, the head swelling even more. Every pulse against her tongue sent fresh slick dripping from her own pussy onto the sheets. She could feel her clit throbbing in time with every suck, her nipples tight and aching as they brushed against his thighs.

After long, torturous minutes of devouring him, she finally pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen, shiny lips to his glistening cock. Her eyes were dark with raw hunger.

“I need you inside me now,” she whispered, voice trembling with days of frustration.

She climbed back up, straddled his hips again, and positioned the leaking head of his swollen cock right at her entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, she sank down onto him.

The stretch was overwhelming. Every vein dragged along her walls, filling her completely until her ass met his hips, and he was buried deep inside her tight, pulsing heat. Cassie’s head fell back, a long, shaky moan spilling from her lips as she sat there for a moment, just feeling him throbbing deep in her core, pressing against every aching spot.

Then she began to ride him.

At first, the movements were slow, sensual rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke. The wet, squelching sounds of her pussy taking his thick cock filled the room. Pleasure built in heavy, rolling waves, spreading from her clit outward, making her thighs tremble and her breasts bounce softly.

She placed her hands on his chest, leaning forward, changing the angle so his cock dragged perfectly over the sensitive spot inside her with every thrust. Her pace quickened, harder. The slap of skin meeting skin grew louder and faster. Her breasts bounced heavier now, nipples tight and begging for touch. Ethan’s hands finally moved, sliding up to cup and squeeze them, thumbs brushing over her stiff peaks, but she swatted his hands away, staying completely in control.

Heat coiled tighter and tighter low in her belly. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched rhythmically around his cock, milking him with every stroke. Her moans grew louder, breathier, turning into desperate little cries as the orgasm built deep and powerful.

“Cum with me,” she gasped, riding him faster, slamming down harder, chasing that edge. “Fill me up, Ethan. I want to feel every drop.”

He thrust up to meet her, groaning her name. Pleasure crashed through her in blinding waves. Cassie cried out sharply, her back arching hard, her pussy spasming violently around his length as she came. Her whole body shook, thighs quivering, vision darkening at the edges from how hard it hit her.

Ethan followed right behind with a deep, broken groan, hips stuttering as thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed deep inside her. The warmth spread, some of it already leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs.

Cassie collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat, her heart hammering against his. His cock was still buried inside her, softening slowly in the warm, messy heat of their combined release. His arms came around her immediately, holding her close, one hand stroking slowly up and down her back.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed as their bodies settled together.

Then Ethan’s voice rumbled low and rough against her ear.

“My turn, baby.”