Mira’s body trembled with each thrust, her hips grinding down onto Derek, matching his relentless thrust. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back, throwing her head back, lost in the intense heat between them. “Ah… Derek… harder… yes!” Mira moaned, every word escaping in ragged gasps.Derek’s fingers dug deeper into her hips, holding her in place as he drove his cock up into her pussy with brutal force, each thrust harder than the last.Mira cried out, her body jolting with every impact. She clung to him, gasping and moaning as he pounded into her, the relentless rhythm sending shocks of pleasure surging through her body.“God… fuck… Mira, you’re so damn tight,” Derek growled, his voice rough with hunger. Mira’s pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing it hard as he lifted her off his lap and slammed her back down. Each thrust was merciless, punishing, driving deeper until the air left her lungs in ragged cries.Her cries mingled with Derek’s groans, her body quive
‘Ding-dong! Ding-dong!’ The doorbell rang again, sharp and insistent, slicing through the heated tension in the bedroom.Mira jerked back from Derek’s lap, slipping his cock from her grasp. Her eyes flew wide, panic flashing across her face as they locked on Derek’s. She pushed herself upright in a rush, her chest tight with fear.“Oh God,” Mira whispered, her voice trembling. “Could that be my husband?” Derek stiffened, sitting up on the edge of the bed. His muscles tensed as a flicker of panic crossed his face. “So early? You said he wouldn’t be back for another hour.”“I know, he shouldn’t… but… I don’t know—” Mira stammered, her mind racing with terrifying thoughts of being caught. “Just calm down, okay?” Derek said, his voice low and firm, cutting through her rising fear. He leaned forward, his hands closing over Mira’s bare shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to steady her, grounding her trembling form. “What if it’s truly him? What if he sees us? Oh god, I can
Mira’s eyes, heavy with lust, darted up to meet Derek’s intense gaze before trailing back down to his erect cock, her desire written plainly in the hungry shift of her stare.A fresh surge of heat pulsed through her pussy, wetness spilling between her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath her. Without a word, Mira obeyed Derek, letting him guide her head forward with the firm grip in her hair.She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste Derek’s cock. A bead of salty pre-cum met her tongue, and a low moan escaped her at the familiar, intoxicating flavor.She closed her lips around the tip of his hard cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. Derek’s groan rumbled deep in his chest as his fingers clenched in Mira’s hair, guiding her closer with a possessive grip. “Nngh! Take my cock deeper,” he rasped. “Take all of it.”Mira relaxed her jaw, letting Derek push his cock deeper into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, savoring each inch with gentle, teasing sucks. T
The kiss was fierce and hungry, raw with desperation. Months of sexual frustration and longing poured from Mira all at once, consuming them both.In the heat of the moment, the small box Mira had been clutching in her hand slipped and tumbled to the floor, forgotten.Derek reacted instantly, slipping his hand from her stomach and moving both of his hands to the small of her back, pulling her tight against him until her pregnant belly pressed against the hard muscle of his lower stomach. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat.His mouth captured Mira’s with the same intensity, his tongue slipping past her lips in a hungry and consuming kiss.His kiss was a claim, a fierce affirmation of everything he had told to her. In that moment, he was neither her ex-boyfriend nor her husband’s friend. He was the answer to the relentless heat that had been building inside her for so long.Mira’s fingers curled into Derek’s shirt, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. His taste was a mix of f
Mira stood frozen, unable to form a single word. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but her voice betrayed her, refusing to come out. Heat climbed her neck, flooding her cheeks with a heavy mix of humiliation and rising fury. Derek’s confusion shifted, hardening into something darker. A slow, disbelieving smile crept across his face, followed by a short, humorless laugh. “Don’t tell me you use these to satisfy your urges,” he said, his voice edged with mockery. Panic flared through Mira, jerking her forward. She snatched the toys from Derek’s hands, her fingers brushing his. The contact sent an unwelcome jolt racing through her veins. “It’s none of your goddamn business,” Mira spat, her voice trembling. She spun toward the armchair and snatched up the small box beside it, shoving the vibrator and dildo inside with fumbling hands. The lid clicked shut, and for a fleeting moment she wished she could lock away her shame just as easily. “Oh, come on,” Derek said, his te
The house lay in heavy silence, pressing in on Mira and making her fully aware of how utterly alone she was. Since becoming pregnant six months ago, Mira had spent most of her days at home, moving slowly through rooms that had once felt warm but now only echoed her thoughts back to her. Willam, her husband, had insisted she give up her small coffee shop, saying a pregnant woman should not be stressed or overworked. She had no choice but to close it, and with it went the routine that had once filled her hours and given her a sense of purpose. Now, the ticking clock in the hallway sounded impossibly loud, and every passing car outside seemed to emphasize just how still and stagnant Mira’s world had become. That afternoon, the silence felt even heavier. Willam had left only a short while ago to pick up their five-year-old daughter, Lily, from school. Since it was his day off, Mira had hoped he might give her some attention, maybe even affection. She had even let herself wonder