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you lean down to place a kiss to the head of him, then another. then another and another while giggling as you think about how cute his pink tip is. you hear him sigh impatiently and you blink up at him through bleary eyes. "s-sorry *hic* soryy jackie- 's jus sooo pretty."

he runs a hand through his silver curls before reaching down to try and haul you off your knees. his arms grip under your armpits like how a parent picks up a toddler. " 's alright baby you don't have to. lets just go to sleep alright?"

but you squirm out of his hold and firmly plant yourself on your knees. pouting all serious now. "no! i can do it *hic* promise!" after a second of scanning your face for doubt, jack nods and settles back into the couch when all he finds is determination.

you wrap your manicured hand around his pretty cock, a lopsided grin forms on your face when you hears jack's breath catch. you prop your elbow on one of his spread knees and rest your cheek against your fist as you stroke him way too slowly due to time meaning nothing to you in your buzzed state of mind.

you don't even realize you're eye lids drooping until jack thrusts up into your hand with a rough, "cmon baby." you jolt upright instantly, swallowing down a drunken yawn before forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. sweetly saying "sorry jackie."

you bend forward to lick him, a long stripe from base to tip that has you smacking your lips with a "mmmm tastes good." jack huffs a laugh thats snuffed out by a groan when you take him in your mouth.

one languid suck of his length has you feeling dizzy. but not the usual kind of dizziness that blooms from pleasure, the intoxicated kind. when you bob back up the world spins, you mumble jacks name weakly before your hands shoot out to grab at his thick thighs.

he straightens instantly, cursing as he grips your biceps, hard cock still standing at attention inches from your face. "no more." he grunts with a grimace on his wrinkled face, looking like he's about to try and move you from your spot again.

but he's so hard! and you told him you wanted to do this. and you still do. you love making him feel good and getting drunk was not going to stop you from doing so. you start to whine and shimmy out of his hold. " 'm jus too dizzy. *hic* help me please?" your lower lip wobbles and tears brim at your waterline. jack gives you a doting smile and strokes your hair, not being able to say no to you. "course i can sweetheart."

thinking he's gonna fuck your face, you form an 'o' and go to take him back in your mouth. you squeak in surprise when jack grips your hair and gently tugs you back to look up at him. he chides "nuh uh baby. dont wan't you gettin' nauseous." before you can even argue he lays his thumb on your tongue and drags it outwards. "lemme do all the work. stick that tongue out. good girl- just like that."

you giggle at the praise, shifting on your knees so he has a better view of you all glossy eyed and pliant for him. jack takes himself in his vein covered hand and starts to leisurely stroke. watching him touch himself has your cheeks heating and thighs squirming. "jackiee" you whine, for nothing in particular.

but he just shakes his head as his movements speed up, grunting as he twists his wrist at the tip. "don't worry baby. just sit there and look pretty- fuck- y'so pretty sweetheart." after however long -you're so wasted you couldn't say- his jaw clenches and his thighs tense and you can tell he's getting close.

you see his aged face pinch as he squeezes the thick base with his hand while staring at you wide eyed for him. your hands start to feel real useless. so you reach out to grip his balls to help! he groans loudly as you start to massage them in your soft palm.

"fuck- just like that- doin so good-" his praises have you sober the tiniest bit, enough to lean forward and dribble some spit onto his glistening tip. jack throws his head back in a broken moan before gluing his blown out eyes back to yours. "gonna cum- tongue out f'me. now."

you obey him, instantly rewarded by the sound of jack cumming, groaning your name along with a string of lewd praises. "oooh fuck- fuck baby- so good. you're so good-" he tilts his hips forward as his hand jerks himself rapidly, his salty release spraying you from your extended tongue, to your smudged mascara covered cheeks, to the tip of your nose. he only collapses when you're entirely painted in his cum, slowly blinking down at you. his chuckle at your huge grin and sticky face is weak and satisfied.

you stick your tongue out to start to lick up his release but he stops you by successfully picking you up and dropping you on the couch. "leave it." he demands as he makes his way down your body to spread your legs with his large palms.

it’s a been a long week. your body is completely exhausted from your incoming period; shaky and drained, your emotions totally heightened. all you wanted was for sammy to come home and just… lay into you– like really give it to you before you both cuddled up and slept the wednesday away.

dishes were cleaned, leftovers away, the house locked up for the night by the time sammy gets home. it was a flurry of movement throughout your warm, amber lit home. standing from the couch, you curl and uncurl your toes excitedly as the door jingles with sammy’s key.

you can hear the rush of blood in your ears, tongue feeling swollen as the nerve endings on your lobes roar to life. itchy, itchy, itchy. your body is yearning for sammy as you try and cover your pout.

stepping into your shared home, sammy finally sighs in relief at the warm vanilla scent & the sight in front of him. his girl, his sweet baby, standing at the couch waiting for him, cozy sweats & t-shirt making her the picture of comfort.

fuck, he feels too far away already. his green eyes catch on the slight shudder of your body at the sight of him, too.

“hi baby” he tiredly supplies, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door and slipping his shoes off. truthfully, it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and help him. not to press your cheek against the side of his knee and hug at his calf while he scratches at your scalp. another shudder, his poor baby.

“what’s goin on honey?” sammy coos, voice light and airy as he makes his way over to you. his large palms cradle your cheeks, his own red from being overworked.

you don’t want him to worry, it’s a torment to think that you have caused him more stress just because you’re feeling needy. he doesn’t need more expectations, right?

so you nod and plaster a smile, nuzzling into his hand with a cheery “‘m okay! just really missed you sammy!”

it’s not a lie, you did really miss him. especially when you were wearing his t-shirt and bucking into your fingers unsuccessfully an hour earlier. there was no weight, no hold on top of you that sammy’s thick body always provided.

his thumb runs softly under your eye as he agrees, “okay,” soft and sweet. and the rest of the night goes without a hitch.

dinner, though you are essentially sitting on top of him, is finished pretty quickly.

because sammy sees right through you, always has. it’s no surprise that you, very quickly, find your knees touching your earrings only 15 minutes later.

and it’s filthy. sammy’s tummy warm against the backs of your thighs as pushes in slowly, your toes once again curling and uncurling. his hand stabilizes his lower back a bit, as he wraps the other underneath your knee. “keep ‘em spread. atta girl. good girl, baby.”

it’s all so much, the rocking of your gorgeous wooden bedframe against the wall, the little bead of sweat sliding down sammy’s forehead, the incessant squelching of you & him, the sound of puffy, soft skin slapping. if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d reach out to crush him to your chest in a hug.

his lips are bitten, gel loosening out of his hair as it first happens. “so wet, too fuckin’ wet baby hang on, ah fuck.” he babbles, trying to slip his cock back through your folds as you whine. your chest feels so heavy, the room feeling smaller as you dig your nails into his planted wrist; needing him to feel stable.

he finds his rhythm again, wet plaps & wiggled hips pressing up into your belly. both hands underneath your knees, you’re a total mess, whining and squealing “sammysammysammy” as his speed picks up. puffy cunt sucking him in, binding him to you.

sammy’s own whines pick up “fuck, doin’ so good, so so good mmmm” as he spreads you further. again, the loss of his thick cock causes a loud gasp to escape you.

this time, he wordlessly pumps himself quickly, tapping the tip against your weepy clit before stuffing himself back in as you claw at him.

gritted teeth, you’re almost too loud as you beg “sammy don’t stop, fuckin’ me so good sammy please!” your eyes squeeze shut, so so close as he yanks you forward with two strong hands on your hips. the metal of his silver watch digs into your skin as he moves to lay on top of you, sandwiching your legs between your torsos.

again, the dreaded, agonizing feeling of loss. his cock comes sliding out, and sammy initially chuckles before he looks up at you. it’s the final straw before a long, menstrual cycle.

you’re let out a hysterical cry, hands shaking as you desperately try and stuff him back inside of you. chanting in bratty delirium “no no no!”

he belongs inside, want him inside, need him inside.

“b-baby, hey, hey. whatsa matter princess?” he stops, sitting back up to pull you up with him. that same, comforting coo that makes you feel even emptier right now. you don’t move though, dumb and needy for your man. your man.

“oh god sammy i just fucking need you” you sob, having sammy help sit you up for more air in your lungs.

lightly blowing cold air on your face, he nods along to your sobbing complaints and fights the urge to tuck at his cock. a part of him loves when you cry, and it’s especially doing it for him that you’re crying over a 3 second loss of his cock in your cunt.

frantically you weep, “it’s just been such a long day, and i’m getting my period, and your shift is so long, and i’ve missed you so much, and i’m so tired, and i wanna cum so bad, and i want you to cum in me, and my heart hurts i want it so bad, and i-“

shushing you, sammy’s heart nearly shatters at your need. it’s so basic, so primal, it feels like your chemical make-up could’ve never existed without him filling you every. single. day.

“lotta big feelings, it’s alright, okay i’ll help you. let your sammy help you.” he tuts, laying you back down as your hands stretch to grab him. “too far sammy” “okay, okay, i got you. i have you, ‘s okay.”

sitting back on his haunches, sammy’s cock stands so proudly that you can barely look at it. sniffling and whining, you don’t even recognize yourself as you plead “oh god sammy please” “shhh, ‘m comin, it’s all good”

pulling your hips flush against his, your thighs are thrown over his own as he slides in again. chubby fingers pumping the base until he’s seated so comfortably in you that you’re huffing in relief.

slow fucking, that’s sammy’s favorite. the kind where he can feel the intrinsic chill you get when his tip kisses your cervix. the kind where he can hear your huffs and pouty sobs from how good it feels from the movement and simple knowledge that sammy is as close as he physically can be.

“never gonna slip out again, okay?” he huffs pushing into you in a grind, his hands pressing your arms down into your sides as you tremble.

there’s something so special about your husband seeing your need to let go, and leaving no room for you to do anything but take it. take him. the thought alone has both of you spiraling.

mushy & sweet, like your love for sammy, your cunt swallows him. over and over and over. and sammy finds himself collapsing over top of you. tummy pressed into yours, big biceps wrapping around your head to cradle you as you wail.

“im givin it- i’m givin it to you baby. fuck! milkin’ me dry, ‘s all for you, ‘s all my love” he huffs, his own eyes squeezing shut as he whispers into your ear.

soon the sobs turn to near screams, your hand almost pounding on his back in pleasure. “i love you! sammy, sammy i love you!”

his hips stutter, speeding up his thrusts as his mouth hangs open. breath after breath, his cock keeps coming “i love you baby. never leaving this sweet pussy. never ever, oh my god. full ‘a me forever i promise, always gonna keep you filled up. c’mon baby cum, cum for daddy, that’s it.”

sammy’s gentle voice sends you over the edge, a slobbery open mouth sob leaving your lips as you clutch him closer to you. “that’s it. ‘s good, so good. oh fuck, i’m cumming, so wet.. fuck-fuck!” he shudders, spilling into you and laying his full weight on top of you.

Older husband Jack who loves when you ride him, burying his face into your tits or the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet sweaty scent, helping you bounce by holding your ass tightly.

Older husband Jack who loves when you don’t shave, liking to twirl his fingers into your curls, but he will never tell you to shave or not shave, it’s up to you and he will love it either way.

Older husband Jack who loves it when you’re vocal with what you want him to do to you.

Older husband Jack who finds it hot when you grind on him and whimper into his ear, biting and licking it.

Older husband Jack who gets turned on by you just kissing him, he always feels like a teenager when he’s making out with you.

Older husband Jack who sometimes enjoys to go to the bar with you and let you get handsy with him under the table.

Older husband Jack who loves to play doctor and “examine” you.

“andy—!” you cried, choking out a sob as pope forced your knees to be pinned to your chest, your ankles on either side of his head. hiccuping with each harsh thrust inside your cunt, pope eyed the diamonds clasped around your ankle, a groan rumbling from his chest as the pendant winked back at him in the form of a twinkle. you gripped your bedsheets, your eyes screwing shut at the pleasurable force his cock was hitting your cervix. “ah, fuckkk,” pope drawled out, his chest heaving up and down, “are you sure you like it?” you didn’t know if he was talking about the absolute pounding he was giving you right now, or the string of diamonds adorning your ankle, but to say you loved both would be an understatement.

“yes— i love it so much!” you screamed when he repositioned your knees to the mattress, his body now flushed against your own as his lips rested by your ear. “i thought about you all day.” pope said through gritted teeth, his lips ghosting your earlobe as he spoke. “did you think about me?” he asked, his voice carrying a small hint of insecurity. tangling your fingers in his curls, you made sure to look him in the eyes when you said your next words. “i think about you all the time, andrew.” his thrusts slowed down, his gaze flickering over the features of your face. “you worry me sick every time you go out on a job,” you stroked his flushed cheeks with your thumbs, “i’m scared one day you won’t come back to me.”

pope can’t remember anyone who truly worried for him and cared for him like you did, your words doing more than just tugging at his heartstrings. you gasped when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, thick ropes of hot cum filling you up in no time as pope grew desperate to give you an orgasm of your own. aching with overstimulation, pope shuddered as he continued rocking into you, the long, slow strokes of his hips paired with his rough fingertips on your clit making you tremble and shake. studying you closely, pope watched as your teeth pulled on your bottom lip, your skin growing hot as the coil in your tummy grew tighter and tighter. “andrew..” you whispered breathlessly, gazing up at pope through your lashes.

pope knew that look all too well, his fingers working relentlessly as he brought you over the edge, your thighs clamping tight around his hand. “keep them open, baby, just let it happen.” pope forced your thighs open, his lips ghosting over yours as tears slipped down your cheeks. you could never get used to the size of him, his length hitting you in places you had never felt before he came along. your blood was rushing through your ears, your limbs falling weak as you gave into pope and let him have his way with you. nails digging into his flesh, you tapped out as soon as the pleasure subsided and a dull ache began to form on your sensitive clit. “no more, no more!” you cried out, your hips instinctively backing away.

You wanted to get up to finally rinse.

To feel like a person again.

But his calloused hand came down flat on your hip the moment you moved, before your knee had even cleared his leg.

"Where?" is all he managed, voice wrecked and low and gravelly with sleep, the word barely fully formed on his tongue.

"I'm disgusting," you complained, a whisper.

"Mm." His thumb moved across the jut of your hipbone, finding crust of himself there. His eyes hadn't opened yet. The corner of his mouth had, though, dragging up at one side. "Yeah… y'are."

"I'm glad you're happy with yourself," you huffed sleepily.

His hand kept going, palm dragging down over your hip and around the back of your bent thigh, and then up again into the real mess of you, fingers finding where you were still half-open and swollen from last night, slipping through the sticky wet, the pad of his middle finger circling your sensitive entrance. It was too much and not enough at once — the drag of him over flesh that hadn't settled, a wince folding straight into something hotter, your hips pushing into his hand.

He made a sound; pleased, throaty, his brows pulling in for a second.

"Look at that," he murmured against your temple. "Bet you don' even wan' it cleaned up, do you?"

"Shut up," you half-heartedly murmured.

"Mm-mm," he protested.

Then he rolled, the whole heavy heat of him coming over you in one move, knee shoving your thighs apart before you'd even agreed to anything, and the air between your bodies went humid and ripe, his chest sticking to yours, the dense hair on it dragging over your tender nipples. And your body answered him — thighs falling open the rest of the way, some primal part of you glad of his weight, glad to be pinned under it, glad he was solid and here and breathing on you. He braced up on a forearm and looked down at you, cyan eyes cracked open and bloodshot, lashes still gummed together. He looked like hell. But so did you, you were sure, and he was staring down like you were the best thing he'd ever seen.

He spat into his own hand without breaking from your eyes, crude, and reached down between you to slick his cock with it. You spread more open for him, your hands coming up to his back where sweat was gathered at the base of his spine.

He sank all the way in on the first stroke, stretching your sore walls, an obscene wet crackle of air pushing out to make room for him, Your whole body remembered him in one shoved open rush. He dropped his forehead to the side of your neck and let out a long breath through his nose.

"Four months," he rasped, almost to himself, the syllables coming apart as they fell. "Four months this was the only thing in my fuckin' head." Then, against your mouth, the gravel coming back into it, his throbbing cock bumping your cervix, your nails scrabbling over his sweaty skin for purchase: "That's it, dove. You can take it. You can take it, look at you, you've had worse than this off me."

You could hear his grin.

"Since last night?" you managed to get out. "Or— generally?"

A huff against your lips, almost a laugh, his hips not stopping. "Both."

He fucked you like he hadn't slept it off at all, like four months of going without you had only stored it up, his cock dragging thick and deep through the wreckage he'd already made of you. Every push of it pressed the sweat-slick of his furry belly against your clit so you got it both ways at once, inside and out, until your spine wanted to leave your body.

He talked the whole time — clipped, half-swallowed, filth pouring out of him like silver.

"Feel that," he asked. "That's last night still in you, that is. Didn't go anywhere." His teeth caught your jaw, dragged, overgrown beard scratching at your skin. "Gonna add some more to it." A deep grind of his hips that pushed the breath out of you. "Was lying there, every night, in the dark thinking about this. You under me, made a mess of, soaked through and still begging for more. Had to think about something else quick or I'd've embarrassed myself." His mouth is in your ear, hot and foul. "Four months of that. And now here you are. Wetter than the inside of my own head."

"John— you're so—," you couldn't get anything else out before he'd angled up and a moan tore out of you instead.

"Gross? Annoying?" he offered, hips snapping now, the bed knocking the wall, his hand slipping between you and the mattress to cant your cunt to his liking. "Yeah. And yet you're clenched down on me like you've never been happier. Funny, that."

It built faster than it had any right to. You'd stopped being able to do anything but hold on — one hand fisted in the wet sheet, the other clamped to the flexing muscle of his ass, your heels skidding down his back for purchase that wasn't there, every thrust knocking another broken little sound loose from a throat you no longer had any say over. And when you came you spasmed around him with your nails dug into the meat of his shoulders and your mouth open on a noise you'd have been embarrassed by if your brain hadn't been simmered down and reduced to nothing. He cursed and pushed his face into your throat and licked the salt off it, tongue flat against the tendon, groaning into your flesh as you fluttered and squeezed and dragged him over the edge with you.

He spilled deep with a groan you're not sure you've ever heard from him before, and then stayed there. Heavy. Crushing. His heart going hard against your chest, his breath sawing at your collarbone. Neither of you moved — both of you a single disgusting glued-together animal. Roadkill, maybe.

Underneath the slowing wreck of your own pulse, the feeling you'd been fending off since he walked through the front door finally claimed you — he was home. Your throat went tight, and you turned your face into his damp hair so he wouldn't catch the sound that squeezed out of it.

He exhaled a warm gust against your throat, then he dragged his lips to the corner of yours and kissed you — sloppy, tasting of sleep and salt and the both of you mixed past telling each other apart.

You knew it was stupid; he’d make you feel it the second he caught onto your little adventure. But you wanted that and enjoyed going against what John said.

You long for the outcome just as much as John love giving it to you.

Giggling at the thought as you trekked further into the forest. It was beautiful here at this time of year, making you feel all warm and content. John had bought the cabin a few years back, wanting some place where the two of you could enjoy the scenery and the company of each other.

You hadn’t even been out for ten minutes before a branch nearby made a sharp crackling sound, and the sign alone let you know that John had discovered your absence from the cabin.

''Did you forget what I told you, love'?'' John’s voice echoed from somewhere in the distance, and your eyes averted to every direction, trying to spot him. But he was nowhere to be seen. Though it grew silent after that, like you had imagined his voice and the sound of him approaching altogether.

So you turned back around, bent down to gather a couple more ripe and juicy berries. Straightening up you feel it, that familiar scent rushing up your nose, pine, gun oil, and the distinct bodily smell that belonged solely to him.

You knew you hadn't imagined hearing him earlier. He was a military veteran after all. Years spent hunting down enemies who didn’t wanna be found, learning how to approach prey without making the slightest sound, unless he wanted you to know he was there. Lurking, waiting for the right moment to come up on you.

You stood frozen for what felt like an eternity until a hand snaked around your stomach, yanking you back against a solid and warm chest. ''I'll always find you.'' John's voice was calm, voice lowering ''You know that right?''

He nuzzled at the side of your neck, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin, his hand tightened around your stomach, trying to press himself even closer to you, if that was even possible. ''Are you... mad?'' The question was dumb, yet it came out of your mouth automatically.

He chuckled as he turned you around to face him, your eyes locking with his blue ones. ''Mad? Oh love... I'm furious. You know what happens to wives who don't listen.''

''They get punished.'' You answered, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth, hands tightening on the basket filled with berries.

He hummed in response, hand lifting to pull your bottom lip free, ''No biting. That's my job, love''

And later on, he'll have you right there on the forest floor, begging him to slow down his pace because it's just too much. His hips snap against yours as he slides the fat head of his cock in and out, as you're barely able to keep up with it.

Your knees are pushed up against your chest, giving John the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. He’ll lift your hips up and pull almost all the way out and hold you there for a bit, before slamming right back in. Hands clutching and clawing at his back, as your cunt welcomed him back.

‘’Yeah that’s it. Sucking me right back in.’’

Because John doesn't do soft. This is always how it goes; he does rough and harsh. He wants to remind this pretty body that only he's allowed to be inside it, and use it whenever he damn pleases.

He is your husband after all.

As your husband, the thought of another man even breathing in the same direction as you would have John threaten to put a bullet right between the guy's eyes. Which is why there will never be another man, ever.

Till death do us part and all that.

Which is why he's so determined to go all the way in everything he does, especially when it comes to you, his wife.

''John... please.. it's..mphf.. too much.'' You whine as your nails dig into the soil of the forest floor, head going numb from the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside you. He stretched you out so well every. single. time.

Everything about John was so big. Large hands and forearms to pick you up whenever he wanted. His weight pinning you down on any surface he could find. Manhandling and putting you in any position he’d like. There was absolutely nothing small about this hunk of a man.

''You asked for this the second you decided to step that pretty arse out the cabin door.'' He growled as his hand reached out to grasp your throat, constricting your airway just enough to show you who’s in control, whilst the other was occupied with feeling his cock hitting that sweet spot inside your tummy.

The pad of his finger smears the cherry-flavored gloss you had applied earlier that day, ''Now open that fuckin' mouth for me.''

You did as he said without much thought, opening your mouth for him.

His eyes darkened, and if his pupils weren't already blown out, they certainly were now, ''That's a good wife.'' He praised, then spat into your mouth at the same time as he delivered a harsh thrust, making your breath hitch before you swallowed.

''This pussy is so greedy for me, isn't that right, love?'' His eyes were locked on your face, watching the way your eyebrows scrunched up, the way your tits were bouncing and before you knew it, he was leaning down to drag his teeth over one just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.

''These tits, this cunt, that mouth, they belong to me all the same.'' He added as he moved to the other one, ravishing that one just the same. You could almost not hear what he was saying, your brain felt all floaty and numb, only able to reply back with a, ''Mhm...''

John snickered at your response, ''Going all dumb already. Pathetic little thing.'' He taunted as he slid his cock out of you, a trickle of pre cum dribbling down his shaft and onto your glistening cunt. You whimpered at the loss, already reaching out for him again.

He smacked at your hand, making a tsk sound before grabbing your waist to force you onto all fours. ''You don't make the calls here. Especially not after disobeying me.''

''John...'' You whined, eyes glassy and bottom lip pushing out into a pout.

You could barely register how rough the forest floor felt against your knees, brain dumbed down to a puddle, and the only thought swirling around in that little head of yours was his cock.

He delivers a smack to your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward and your eyes closing on a whimper. ''I told you not to leave the cabin without me, didn't I? But you just had to go and act like a brat. You did it just so I'd fuck you.''

He wasn't wrong, not in the slightest. You knew he'd correct you for your actions. John was protective by nature, and the rule of you not leaving the cabin without him was set simply to keep you safe.

John groans as he slips back in from behind, hands gripping your hips so harshly they'd be blue and purple by morning. He drove into you at a steady pace, your soft moans and his grunts mingling together. John grabs a fistful of your hair, twirling it in his hand and pulls your head back.

You met his eyes over your shoulder, ''You gonna start being a good little wife and behave, ay?'' You nodded, lips parting as you push back against him, meeting his rhythm. Your lack of verbal response has him swatting at your ass again.

''Words, love.'' He demands, the hold on your hair bordering on painful.

''Yes... yes.. I promise ah—'' You replied, hips twitching as you felt your orgasm inching closer. John notices and slips one of his hands down your front, finding your clit. The other letting go of your hair to grasp at your hip. Pleasure licks up your spine as John's cock drives into you, faster now, along with his digits rubbing at your swollen bud.

It was almost too good, almost too much.

''You say you promise, but I know you're going to do it again. I'm not an fuckin' muppet. You -thrust-know -thrust-that -thrust- don't you, wife?'' Every word punctuates with his cock kissing your cervix. You cry out as your head bows forward. Soft little sounds slipping out from your lips.

He was being a meanie.

''You gonna cum, hm?'' You bobbed your head in response, feeling too fucked out to give him a proper answer this time. Hoping that was enough for him.

John was nearing his own end, but he was holding himself back. Although you'd been bad, he always made sure you came first.

Soon enough your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, body shaking and twitching. Overwhelmed and starting to turn into jelly as you cry out. John wraps his arm around your waist to make sure you don't fall face-first right onto the ground. ''Easy there, love.''

He mouths at your shoulder blades as he delivers a few more thrusts into you before his own climax comes. John swears ''Fuck.. yeah that’s it, so fucking good....'' as ropes of cum paint the gummy walls of your cunt, his sweat-slicked front molding against your back.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing, the rush of your heartbeat in your ears. You both stay connected as the pleasure was slowly ebbing away, and exhaustion came. John pushes your damp hair to the side, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

''You alright?'' He questions. Despite his roughness just moments ago, he’d still slip in with soft-spoken words.

''Uh huh...'' You lean back against him, trying to catch your breath.

John let out a gruff laugh, ''You’ll go against what I say next time, won’t you?'' You can't help but laugh, the sound light and breathless, tilting your head back to give him a chaste kiss on his jaw.

''I would never. I’m a good wife who listens to her husband.'' You try to sound serious, but you were never really good at hiding what you mean. John raises a brow, the look on your face betraying you as you hold back from smiling.

Because you both knew that it wouldn’t go long before you’d do something like that again.

‘’Cheeky little thing.’’

🩷

Sammy was officially in hell.

You were sat on the sofa, chatting and laughing with Tammi, excitedly telling her a story about college. You used your hands as you spoke, your smile infectious, despite telling her how you were just kicked out of college.

He could never see anyone struggle, and it was just a few weeks. Of course he'd offered for you to crash there. You were family... and another pair of hands to wrestle Richter in line.

Sammy had such a huge heart. You were crashing on the couch, your bags spread around you. You were wearing vans sneakers, a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top due to the LA heat. Sunglasses perched on your head, perfume wafting over as you laughed.

Sammy watched you both intently. He hadn't seen you since their wedding, you were a bridesmaid and, despite only being 5 years younger than Tammi, had looked considerably younger then. Pre-college. Excited to be an adult. But now...

But if he was such a good guy, he thought guiltily, then why did he feel his cock twitching when you moved beneath your crop top? He tried not to notice how you clearly weren't wearing a bra, how your nipples were starting to stand to attention as they brushed against the material.

His gaze flicked to Tammi, who clearly hadn't noticed. Sammy bit his lip and looked at the ceiling. What the fuck, he thought. That's your sister in law.

Just a few more weeks...

-- 🩷 --

Sammy had gotten up to use the toilet. Already, your things were spread along the shelf, and the steam in the bathroom smelled like your shampoo. Sammy tried not to take a deep breath or think about you in the shower. He tiptoed through into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

There you were. You had the lightest sheet they had covering you due to the heat. Your damp hair surrounded your head like a halo. Richter lay loyally at your side along the floor, whose eyes tracked his movements but didn't lift his head up. Sammy had tried to stay quiet but now he was frozen to the spot.

You made a soft noise in your sleep, something between a little moan and a contented sigh. Sammy wondered what you were dreaming about, as a big smile spread across your face, then realised he was staring. He turned and ran the tap as quietly as he could.

'Tammi?'' Your little voice, thick with sleep, called out.

'Um, no, sweetheart,' Sammy turned slowly, 'just me. Sorry to wake you.' A slow, guilty heat rushed to his face, even though he knew you were completely unaware of his gawking.

'Oh, sorry,' you smile, yawning and stretching your arms together above your head. Jesus christ.

'Did you, er- d'ya need something?' Sammy asked, clearing his throat.

'Oh no, I'm perfect,' you smiled. Yes you are, Sammy thought.

'Good. You, um... know where I am if you ne-need me.'

You nodded and lay back down on your side. 'Night, Sammy.' The sheet was half falling off your side, the oversized tee barely covering your thigh. If he was to move just slightly to the right, he would be able to see up it.

Before he could follow through with that thought, he quickly left the room. Climbing into bed next to Tammi, she pulled Sammy's arm around her waist and up to touch her chest.

'Unfhhh, you're half-hard for me already,' she whispered. 'I've been taking my prenatal vitamins.' Tammi tugged on his arm to pull Sammy up and on top of her. He bit his lip as she started touching him, trying desperately not to think of you two rooms away.

-- 🩷 --

You were making pancakes for everyone, a first day thank you for letting you stay. Sammy could hear yours and Tammi's voices, laughing in the kitchen as he wrestled with his tie. He hadn't heard Tammi so giddy in months. Richter flopped down in the bedroom, grumbling, pulling a flash of red between his paws. Sammy dived down to take whatever it was off him before he could chew it to bits. Richter whined as it left his grasp. Sammy looked at his fist and realised what it was. Your silky underwear, some sort of lacey see-through French knicker. He looked down in confusion at the panties which were not his wife's. It was crumpled, and Sammy realised Richter had stolen it from the bathroom after you'd showered last night. Your used panties. Jesus Christ.

As he stared at the scrap of fabric in his hand, he heard footsteps outside the bedroom. Panicking, he stuffed it into his suit pants pocket and began walking out of the room. Sammy almost collided with you. 'Morning!' Your smile was wide and genuine. 'I made pancakes!'

'Thank you,' Sammy replied, throat suddenly thick like molasses. You didn't seem to notice, your eyes dropping to his throat. 'Oh, let me!' Before he could protest, you were reaching up on your tiptoes and easing the tie from his grasp. Sammy felt your fingers brush against his, and he pulled them away as fast as possible. Your face was close to his, and he could smell your perfume and the shampoo in your hair. Sammy tried not to look at you as you worked his tie. Every time you touched his neck, it felt electric; burning hot lightning brushing against his skin. You were concentrating and seemed completely oblivious to the effect you were having on him.

Sammy curled his toes within his suit shoes as he desperately fought to keep his face neutral. Sammy's neck was sensitive, so sensitive, and it was like you knew. He felt his cock twitch against his leg, all flustered. Sammy tried to think of boring things, gruesome crime scenes. 'There,' you smiled, 'come on.' Your red underwear burned a hole in his pocket, just a thin strip of fabric separating your panties from his boxers.

-- 🩷 --

'Quickie before work?' Nate asked, grinning smugly.

'No thanks, I'm not that hard done by,' Sammy replied, as he jumped into the passenger seat.

'One - I'm way out of your league,' Nate raised his eyebrows, 'and two, I meant these.' Nate held up the red slip of fabric between his fingers, which had slipped out of Sammy's pocket into the footwell as he jumped in. 'Jesus Christ,' Sammy's face flushed bright red.

'Still trying then?' Nate asked, pulling down the street. 'What?' Sammy replied. 'With Tammi?' Nate shook his head, amused. 'Yeah, I mean, yeah... still trying.' As Nate drove further down the street, Sammy wound down his window and threw the panties out into the street. 'Well, that was normal.' Nate snorted.

-- 🩷 --

As Sammy unlocked the door and walked into the living room, he came in to see you sat on the sofa, straddling a man. Your back was too him, those tiny shorts riding up so he had a full view of your ass. Large hands were splayed round your waist as you kissed your visitor, who was pulling you slowly against his pelvis. He heard you moan.

Sammy coughed loudly and you jumped a mile into the air. 'Sammy, you're home,' you blustered, smoothing down your hair. 'This is my boyfriend, Josh.'

Josh looked like the sporty frat type, younger than Sammy with defined muscles and messy blonde hair. It was hard not to notice his bulge beneath gray sweatpants. Josh grinned at Sammy smugly, tipping his head back in acknowledgement. ''Sup.'

'Yeah, 'sup,' Sammy shook his head for half a second before moving into the kitchen. You followed him. 'Sammy, I'm so sorry, that was really disrespectful.'

Sammy carried on walking, trying not to picture what he'd just seen. ''sfine,' Sammy mumbled, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his face. 'No, it's not!' You insisted, pushing in front of him and placing your hand on his forearm.

The proximity of your body as you looked up earnestly into his eyes was almost worse than seeing you dry humping on his couch. 'Seriously, s'fine.' Sammy's rough voice was low and he avoided eye contact. He looked into your eyes for a second before removing his arm gently from your reach. ''m having a shower, s'ya in a bit.'

Sammy desperately tried to ignore your guilty eyes following him as he left the room.

-- 🩷 --

The hot water pounded over Sammy's shoulders as he closed his eyes. Tammi wasn't home yet and he was very aware he was naked, a room over from where you were probably kissing your boyfriend again. Sammy let himself picture you were kissing him for a second. His cock pulsed against his thigh. Sammy's intake of breath was ragged, the sound covered by the water. Sammy knew he should put the shower on cold, think about something else, think about his wife. But yet.... in his mind, he was sat flush on the couch, your body pressed up against him. He could smell your shampoo from the shelf. Sammy bit back a moan and closed his eyes. In his mind, you were wearing those little shorts, and he was just in his boxers. You were straddling his hips, and his hands were on your soft waist. Sammy whimpered, his cock throbbing as it grew harder. He knew he should stop this train of thought but he was too far gone, and Sammy's meaty hand was guided to his cock. As he slowly began pumping it, he imagined using your hips to guide your body, your hot core already wet with anticipation. It would leave a smear along his boxers, because you wanted him, needed to use him. Sammy's eyes closed as he tipped his head back, pumping a little faster. He replayed the small moan you'd made as you rode Josh. The head of his chubby cock would find the seam over your clit. It would be sensitive and you'd moan as he pressed against it, using the tip to grind against the little bud of nerves, against the spot you really needed. There, Sammy, you'd moan in his ear. Oh fuck... right there.

Sammy groaned, imagining how much you'd want it, how much you'd beg him for it. Sammy, please. How you'd tell him to shut the fuck up so he didn't wake Tammi, swallowing his whines with your mouth.

'Oh God,' Sammy found himself whispering. 'Yeaaahh.' He began fucking up into his fist, wet with pre-cum and the shower, one hand pressed against the wall to steady him. He was getting close. Sammy tried to shut out any feelings of guilt. He wasn't acting on it, doing anything with you, he was just thinking... Sammy imagined your tongue against his neck, sucking and licking. He groaned again, his stomach beginning to tingle, his muscles stiffening. You'd use your teeth, scraping behind his ear as you rubbed yourself on his cock. You wouldn't be gentle. No, you'd use him to take what you needed, to lift yourself higher and higher and higher. Sammy couldn't even imagine how it would feel for you to grind down hard on him, growing more and more desperate, crying out that you were gonna cum.

'Ahhh.. ahh.... mmmmf,' Sammy tried to keep quiet but it was too late. His stomach tightened and he began to see stars. 'Hi Sammy, I'm home!' Tammi poked her head around in the door. Sammy jumped in surprise, dropping his cock, the orgasm keeping him suspended on the edge receded. 'Uhh, hi,' he panted. 'Won't be a sec.' Fuck.

-- 🩷 --

Sammy was convinced you were trying to kill him. You were padding around in a little onesie. The buttons were open dangerously low, and the shorts were barely shorts, high-rise on your perfect thighs. Sammy was trying to focus on his paperwork, but his gaze kept dropping to your mouth, parted in concentration.

'All done!' You announced, pushing a plate in front of him. Homemade pasta and meatballs, covered in a spicy tomato sauce. You were bending over the counter, oblivious to the view of your tits you were flashing him down your onesie. Sammy quickly lifted his gaze to your eyes, hoping you wouldn't notice. He looked between each of your eyes, feeling a flush creep across his face. Had you held the eye contact a second too long? He looked uncomfortable and was squirming in his seat.

''smells amazing!' Tammi announced, sitting next to Sammy and squeezing his thigh in greeting. Sammy smiled at her and shifted sideways slightly so she couldn't feel the bulge straining against his jeans.

'Oh God, it tastes amazing,' you squealed, licking then sucking sauce from your index finger. Sammy made a squeak and tried to cover it with a cough as his eyes followed your wet tongue. 'It does,' he agreed, fighting to keep his rough voice low and even. 'Are you sure?' Your face fell, looking in concern at him. 'You don't seem to like it?' 'No, no, I like it,' Sammy rushed, aware he was flushing even more. A slight sheen of sweat reached his forehead. 'It tastes amazing.' He agreed in a whisper.

-- 🩷 --

You were driving him crazy but he was in heaven. The three of you were watching a movie, Tammi and you curled up on the sofa, underneath a blanket, and Sammy on the recliner. His eyes were on you more than the movie. Sammy couldn't tell if you were doing it on purpose, or if you were even aware, but you were sucking your thumb.

Each movement of your mouth on your thumb, deep inside your mouth, made your wet lips tighten around it, moving slowly up and down. Your eyes stayed forwards, intently watching the screen, but you had to be doing it on purpose.

Sammy gratefully reached for the cushion behind him, and tried to cover his hips with it, as surreptiously as possible. His cock pulsed, and his wedding ring bit into his finger.

You laughed at the film, your beautiful face lighting up, a slip of tongue revealed through your parted wet lips. This was better than watching porn. His cock throbbed insistently against his thigh, straining against his jeans. It twitched against the cushion, and Sammy breathed out in relief. No way. There was no way he was dry humping a pillow in the sitting room watching his sister-in-law, in front of his wife. And yet...

Sammy's grip on the cushion was a vice, fighting to keep it completely steady as he slowly rolled his hips against it. His cock pulsed as it brushed the rough fabric, desperate for relief. Sammy held his breath, eyes fixed on you. He felt like a creep, but he couldn't help it. There was no way he could survive a few weeks without doing something about it. Sammy was a really good guy but... maybe he wasn't that good. Tammi hardly paid him attention anymore, he was surprised she had initiated sex the previous night. She was usually mean and spaced out on weed. Sammy had guiltily pictured you making that little moan again as he fucked into Tammi, and he had finished so early Tammi didn't have chance to cum.

The friction started to build as Sammy guided his cock against the cushion. Rolling his tongue over his lower lip and biting down hard on it, he looked to the ceiling and tried to keep quiet. But his gaze soon found you again, so beautiful, your mouth working on your thumb. Sammy imagined it was his cock your lips were tight around, sucking in a light vacuum, whilst your tongue made circles around his head. Sammy was close. You laughed again at the movie and resettled on the sofa. Why did you never wear bras? He could see your nipples through your onesie, pert and waiting for him. Sammy wondered if you were wearing another pair of French knickers under there. If you had a lacy, see-through black pair, or if you had a baby-pink thong on. Fuck, he was right on the edge.

He was gonna cum in his boxers like a teenager. Spill into them with his warm load and sit in the pool, before walking out with them plastered to his cock.

He gripped the pillow even tighter. Would those panties be pushed to the side? Were they damp against your skin right this minute? Were you getting wet sitting there, smearing them with your arousal? Were you even wearing any?

'Sammy!' Tammi interrupted his train of thought, with the tone of someone who had said his name more than once. 'Hmmmf?' Sammy asked, immediately stopping his movements against the cushion, guilt filling him. 'Ice cream? Freezer? Can you get it?' 'Mmm'kay... just need to give me a minute.'

-- 🩷 --

It was Saturday. Tammi was out taking photographs in the park. It was burning hot and you were in a deck chair in the garden. Sammy walked out to join you, bringing a beer for both of you. He stuttered when he saw you, wearing what was probably sold as a bikini but in reality was a torture device. Sammy couldn't believe his luck.

Your bikini bottoms were obscene, the sides reaching way up over your hips with a tiny V heading towards your core. The top was all spaghetti straps, with little triangles of black fabric which barely covered your tits. They strained against it, giving a view of side boob and under boob, all pert and pressed together. Was this heaven or hell?

'Thanks,' you smiled, gratefully taking the beer. 'Are you not boiling?' You nodded at Sammy's tee. 'Um...' Sammy squirmed a little, sitting down on his chair. You could tell he was flustered by something, his meaty hand dragging down his face. 'No, I'm good.' His low, rough voice managed. 'Oh, come on!' You playfully tugged at his sleeve. 'It's only me!'

Sammy swallowed thickly. Only you was the whole problem. He decided to be honest. 'I've er- I've put on a little weight. 'rather not.' You lifted your sunglasses up onto your head. Fuck, you were so beautiful. 'Don't be silly,' you chided gently, looking at him with wide eyes. 'Besides... dad bods are in. Come on,' you tugged at his sleeve again.

Sammy realised he wasn't going to win this one and slowly removed his shirt. Your eyes took on his arm pits, full of thick auburn curls, and smelling faintly of body wash and deodorant. The freckles dusted across his chest matched his face. Sammy sat, embarrassed, his squishy tummy overhanging his swim shorts. You tried not to stare, or at his thick, meaty arms, or the pale, chubby hand gripping his beer tight.

Sammy squirmed under your gaze, flustered, heat blazing across his face. A slight sheen of sweat dampened his curls. 'S'stop looking,' Sammy mumbled, and you flipped your sunglasses back down over your face. 'Why? You're hot,' you shrugged and went back to your book. Sammy shifted in his seat and tried to think about his taxes.

--🩷--

You were both a few beers in and slightly buzzed. Sammy felt more confident in stealing quick glances at you. You sat up and moaned, stretching your arms out, pushing your tits forwards. The view of your breasts made it impossible to ignore and Sammy's mouth dropped open a little. He wondered how else he could pull that moan from your mouth... preferably made into his mouth.

'Please put some cream on me, Sammy?' 'What?' Sammy stared at you, guilty. Had his face given away his thoughts so easily. 'Sun cream?' You shook the bottle at him, a smirk on your face. 'Oh, right... yeah.' Sammy cleared his throat and sat sideways on his chair as you turned your back to him. 'My neck and back always burn.' 'Uh huh.'

Sammy took the bottle from you and squirted some lotion onto his hands, warming it between his fingers. He took a deep breath and bit his lip, starting along your spine and your lower back. As his hands rubbed up and down your sides, he tried to break the silence with the first thing he could think of... your body, your rolling hips, your moan...

'How're things with Josh?' Sammy tried to keep his voice even. Your skin was so smooth and soft under his thick fingers. They slipped under the string around your ribs. 'Oh, that's over,' you replied breezily, holding your hair up and out of the way of your shoulders. Sammy leant forwards, breathing in your smell, then feeling very guilty. 'That's too bad,' he murmured, trying not to feel pleased. Smug prick. 'Nah, he was a cheating loser,' you replied.

Sammy couldn't believe that anyone would cheat on you. On you. 'He must be insane,' Sammy muttered before he could stop himself, moving up to your shoulders. You snorted, 'yeah, well... he wasn't that great anyway. I had to keep faking it in the end.' Sammy nearly choked. 'Sorry,' you grinned, looking back at him. 'TMI.'

Sammy couldn't help but imagine you prone on the bed, that fucking prick above you. You look bored and sad, receiving no pleasure as Josh just used your body. It made Sammy seethe.

'No, sweetheart, you deserve better than having to do that.' Sammy's chubby thumbs pressed lightly against your neck, rubbing into the tight muscles. You moaned softly and leant back into his hands. The sound went straight to Sammy's cock, twitching in his shorts. It was just biology, he told himself. It didn't mean anything. It's just... his body doesn't know that. It's like it's a separate entity, ignoring his instructions and responding to your voice. He couldn't help it. 'Mmmm, feels so good,' you hum as you leant back harder into his thumbs. Sammy was fucked.

Sammy rubbed up your neck and back down. Nearly finished, nearly finished, nearly finished... 'Thanks!' You turn around with a bounce, smiling at him gratefully. 'Your turn!'

'W-what?' Sammy stuttered, putting on his own sunglasses to hide some of his panic. 'You don't have any on,' you explained slowly, gesturing to his chest and tummy. 'Oh er... 'sfine, I'll do it in a minute.' 'Don't be silly,' you laughed, taking the bottle from his hands, and pulling your seat closer. 'I can reach it all myself,' Sammy squeaked, gesturing to his front. 'Oh, shut uuuup,' you teased, rolling your eyes.

Sammy breathed a sigh of relief that his shorts were dark and baggy, hoping you wouldn't notice how ridiculously hard he was. His hand clenched tight around his beer bottle.

You warmed the lotion in your hands as Sammy had done, and then started along his chest. Sammy didn't dare breathe. You leant forwards and Sammy could see all of you escaping your bikini top now. Your round tits were pressed together, nipples hard and scraping across the glossy material. Sammy swallowed and had to look away.

Your hands pressed gently into his chest as you rubbed the lotion in, running your fingers through his chest hair, and Sammy had to press his mouth shut so he didn't whimper. He had dreamed of you touching him like this and, now that you were, he didn't know where to look or what to do with his hands.

You reached his tummy and Sammy bent away. 'Please don't,' he whispered. You pushed your sunglasses up off your face again and looked at him, even though he was still wearing his. 'I told you,' you repeated, softly and gently. 'Dad bods are in.' The wine was giving you a pleasant buzz and made you feel brave. 'Besides,' you said, rubbing your fingers into his squishy tummy, 'it's kinda really hot.' finally admitting to yourself that you wanted it pressed against your back, with his big, solid body wrapped around you.

Sammy dared not breathe. He must have misheard you. 'Mmmm, don't think so..' Sammy shook his head, desperate for the conversation to be over. Your hands reach beneath his belly button, then were rubbing the underside of his tummy. Sammy was frozen on the spot. The air between you shifted somehow, grew thicker. It sat heavy and charged. Your fingertips were inches, inches, away from the waistband of his shorts. You could slip them under without even moving your wrist. 'Sammy-,' you whispered, but were interrupted by a door banging shut.

You and Sammy immediately sprang away from each other, and Sammy found himself panting. His want and his frustration were warring for first place. 'You would not believe this awful... oh jesus christ, put some clothes on. Your sister doesn't wanna see that... and Sammy sure as hell doesn't.' Sammy could have burst into tears. His jaw clenched and his cheeks twitched. You glanced at him, an apology and a guilty look in one, and then stood. As you turned, Sammy got a view of your plush ass, right at eye level. 'Whatever, Tams,' you groaned, rolling your eyes. You poke her in the ribs as you walk past and she just sighs impatiently. 'Besides,' your voice floats away, 'anyone would be lucky to have this.'

--🩷--

Sammy's cock was weeping as he took a shower, the water pounding over his shoulders. It found his hand again, his meaty fingers struggling to wrap around the chubby length. He thrust his hips and fucked roughly into his fist, desperate and impatient. The tension in the air, the way you had looked at him, your fingers inches from tugging at his waistband, touching the top of his auburn pubic hair, scratching your nails down, down, down... Sammy bit his lip and tried to quieten his grunts as he pulled on his cock, imagining you taking him out of his shorts... Sammy stifled a wounded groan, he was gonna cum, he was gonna cum... 'Ah, ahhhh, aaaahhhh, mmmf,' Sammy turned his head into his bicep, biting down so hard to muffled his grunting he could taste blood. Fuck, here it comes. He was right on the edge, his balls tightened up, his stomach coiling, his toes clenching... A knock at the door. 'Sammy! Hurry up! We have takeout.' Sammy cried out in frustration. '.... you okay?' Tammi asked. For fuck's sake. 'Yeah! Fine!' Sammy hung his head and pressed it against the cold shower tiles. He couldn't remember a time he had ever been as frustrated as this.

--🩷--

Sammy barely spoke during the movie. He didn't know what to do with himself. You were back in tiny sleep shorts and a crop cami, relaxing into the sofa and laughing along. He couldn't help but take you all in. You were glowing from an afternoon outside in the sun. You were starting to get sleepy, your face all soft and relaxed, your thumb grazing your mouth. Every so often your eyes would flick to his and then quickly away, leaving Sammy insanely flustered. He had never been so desperate to fuck someone in his life.

The way you walked around in skimpy clothes, the amazing homecooked meals you made as if you had to earn your place (you didn't), the big smiles you gave him every time he came home. But then there were your nipples, always in his vision. Your peachy butt he wanted to bite down on until it bruised. Your gorgeous legs he wanted wrapped around his ears. Sammy was desperate for you with a carnal intensity, like a dog in heat.

It was heaven watching you float around his home, and hell that he hasn't had you yet. It was too much. He was going to have to do something about it.

Sammy was aching for you, so much so that it hurt. He was constantly half-hard just watching you, and his balls were so heavy; full and uncomfortable. His cock was sore for you. He hadn't even been able to jerk himself off to you, spraying the shower tiles with his cum like he wanted to, because Tammi always interrupted and ruined it. There was no relief for him. He had to fuck you. He had to.

Tammi went to bed early with a headache. For about half an hour, you didn't speak, sat in comfortable silence as mindless nonsense played on the TV. Sammy moved onto the couch and joined you under the blanket, after pushing Richter gently off. You were his favourite person, and Sammy could see why.

You turned to look at him and found him already looking over your face. You took a sharp breath, and Sammy's eyes dropped to your mouth, just for a second, and then back into your eyes.

'Sammy,' you breathed. 'I know,' Sammy's voice wavered at the end, deep and rough. He looked between your eyes with a blazing heat. 'I want to,' you whispered, searching his eyes for reciprocation. 'Fuck, I want you,' Sammy's voice was low but he was shaking slightly. 'You know we can't, though,' but you moved closer, so much so you could see the dusting of freckles over his forehead and cheeks. His hazel eyes burned into yours, darkened with want and blown pupils. 'No, we definitely can't,' Sammy agreed, moving closer still, lips inches from yours; closer than your fingers were to the waistband of his shorts. 'So we just go to sleep, then,' you whisper against his lips.

Sammy couldn't take it any more. The anticipation, the want, he had to have you. He had to fuck you. Sammy had to act upon it. 'Nuh-huh,' he disagreed, closing the space and pressing his soft lips against yours.

You made a soft moaning sound, which made Sammy groan into your mouth. As you kissed, he gently held your jaw, before pushing his thick fingers into your hair and curling them round a handful. He didn't pull hard, just enough to let you know that he could. The kiss was soft, gentle, tender. 'This okay?' Sammy whispered against your lips. You just nodded and made a soft sigh against his mouth, as if finally finding relief.

Sammy ran his tongue gently across your bottom lip, which you opened, and the kiss became more intense; full of the frustrations and anticipation of this moment, which you both knew deep down was coming. 'D'ya wanna stop?' Sammy panted, knowing how wrong this was. His wedding ring cut into his finger like barbed wire, but he didn't feel guilty. Not in this moment. Not with how Tammi treated him, and the way you were looking at him right now. 'Fuck no,' you whispered, pulling him closer to you and kissing him again. Sammy made a sound, a low whimper, and you put your arms around his neck, fingers toying with his auburn curls.

Sammy pressed his body closer to you, his solid frame soft against yoir body, large but plush at the same time. Another moan escaper your into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed it. '... 'hope that's not fake,' Sammy murmured, his hands running down your waist, finding your shorts and pulling you closer. You almost laughed. You were half-straddling him, his heat radiating onto you. He smelled so good, he felt so good. 'Somehow I don't think I'll need to fake it,' you whispered back.

Sammy growled in response, pushing you down onto your back on the couch, legs still intertwined. 'We're gonna have to be quiet,' you whispered, the door to the sitting room still open. Tammi could walk in at any time, and you felt a flush of wetness at the thought. Sammy was painfully hard, pressing against his jeans, which were damp from your wetness. He pushed his body weight down onto you and you thought you might cum there and then. 'Real quiet,' Sammy agreed as you unbuckled his belt. 'Don't want anyone to walk in 'ncatch us,' he murmured between kisses. 'Definifely not your wife,' you whispered, pushing his jeans down and pulling him close. Sammy groaned at your words, and then again at your hot cunt, as he slipped his cock against the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. 'And defnitely not my sister,' you agreed.

Sammy let out a loud, pained whine, and you covered his mouth with your palm. 'Gotta be quiet, baby,' you shook your head. 'Can't get caught before you cum inside me.'

Sammy made a pathetic, wounded sound. Pre-cum soaked the front of his boxers, smearing against the material as he slowly moved against you. The thick, mushroom head of his chubby cock rubbed against your clit, making you gasped. Your head went dizzy as the thick head made lazy circles against your bud, before roughlt flicking back and forth against it. You felt your pussy clench around nothing.

'Oh fuck,' Sammy panted. 'Ah.. uhhhh, please take me out. Please.'

When you placed a hand inside his boxers and felt the size of his cock, you inhaled sharply. This was gonna stretch you out. 'Wha..?' Sammy asked, kissing your face, your ear, your neck, your jaw. ''something wrong?' 'Nope,' you smiled, pulling him out of his boxers and shrugging them down past his knees. His cock waved against his stomach. 'Pulll these aside for me, baby,' Sammy begged, tugging your sleep shorts.

When he had access, he ran his fingers through your wetness. 'Fuuuuuck,' he breathed. 'Is this just for me?' 'All for you, Sammy.' You gently sucked along his jaw. 'Your pussy's so pretty, baby,' Sammy moaned as he circled your clit lazily, before flicking it sideways, up and down, circles, up and down, sideways... He was bringing you to the edge and letting you teeter there.

'Please le-let me touch youuu,' Sammy whimpered. You nodded against his lips, pulling him tighter to you. Sammy slid a thick finger inside you, swiftly followed by a second.

You gasped, feeling the enormous stretch as Sammy's fingers scissored inside you. The pressure and tickle felt almost too much to bear. Sammy began sliding his fingers in and out, and the obscene squelching noises filled the silent room. You pressed your head against Sammy's bicep, embarrassed. 'Hey, look at me, baby.' Sammy lowered his head to be back on your level. ''love you makin' a mess for me.'

You moaned in response, glad that it seemed to turn him on more. You felt his cock press insistently against your hip, twitching as Sammy added a third finger. You gasped. 'Sammy, I can't-' 'Oh you can, princess,' Sammy moaned, getting close to cumming from just this. 'Fuck, yeah, you can.'

He shifted slightly so he had more access to your cunt and curled his fingers, gently rubbing against your squishy spot. Your legs shook underneath him. 'There?' Sammy asked, looking up at you. 'Oh fuck,' you panted, 'there.'

Sammy continued massaging you, pulling his fingers in and out, the base of them covered in your cream. You felt yourself leaking out around his fingers, running down your ass and onto the couch. You were too far gone to care.

Sammy nudged your legs further apart with his knee when you tried to tighten them together. Sammy was fucking into the couch, humping against it, hips rolling up and down. His thrusting into the fabric became rougher as his fingers deep inside you began to speed up. His thumb circled your clit, palm pressing on your mound. 'There it is,' Sammy moaned. 'Cum for me.' Your orgasm hit you like a train. Your back arched as you saw stars, heat radiating through all of your muscles. 'Good girl,' Sammy whispered into your mouth, swallowing your moans. 'Theeere you go... you're doing so good.'

Sammy slowed his fingers down but didn't stop touching you until you had fully come down from your high. 'Fuck,' Sammy breathed. 'You're so beautiful.'

'That was amazing.' You fought to catch your breath. Your cum glistened all over his fingers from gushing into his hand. The couch was soaked from when you surprised yourself and squirted. Sammy dragged his finger down his tongue, sucking your wetness with his eyes closed. Then he leaned in and kissed you, so you could taste yourself on his tongue. ''made such a mess f'me,'

'Can I fuck you now?' Sammy's voice was cracked and hoarse. 'Please yes... fuck yes,' you replied, wriggling out of your shorts. ''m not gonna last long,' Sammy warned. 'Good,' you ran your fingernails up and down his neck, making his eyes roll back. 'It's so sexy that you can't stop yourself from cumming over me.'

You pushed his cock along your cunt, through your lips and covering it with your glistening wetness. 'Uhhh... uh. St-stop that,' Sammy stuttered. His face was completely red and screwed up, and he shuddered as you moved him. You loved seeing him, a big police detective, so flustered and falling apart for you like this. 'Why?' you asked innocently. ''cos I'm gonna cum,' Sammy let out a long groan, his eyes rolling back, and biting down on his lower lip. ''n-o, seriously... stop... 'wanna fuck you so good.'

You ran your fingernails up and down his biceps, and along his soft chest. Sammy groaned again, a guttural, pained sound, squirming as you clapped your hand over his mouth. 'Baby, you gotta shut the fuck up if you want fuck me.'

Sammy nodded desperately, obediently, too lost in the need for you to let him. He lined himself up with you and slowly pushed halfway in to you. 'You're so tight,' Sammy moaned, his head thrown back. 'Fuck, you feel so good.' 'Keep going,' you whispered, hands on his hips and pulling him closer, making him move further into you.

Sammy let out a series of broken sounds until he bottomed out; he was coming undone already.

You rolled your hips in slow figure 8s, dragging his cock along every part of your wet, warm walls, stretching you out. As his thick head bumped against your spot, your pussy helplessly clenched around his cock. 'Don't- don't do that,' Sammy begged, trying desperately not to just blow his load inside you straightaway.

'Sammy,' you pleaded, rolling your hips against his pelvis. 'C'mon... fuck me. This is what you want. This is what you needed. Come get it.'

Sammy nearly came. There was nothing gentle or romantic about the way he fucked you. He pushed you deep into the couch, thrusting down on you. His heavy weight pressed against you, and you could feel his big belly squishing hard into yours.

Sammy grunted in your ear like an animal every time he bottomed out. He fucked you with the aggressive energy of a dog in heat, mindlessly mating with its partner. Sammy's sweat dropped onto you, his face all red and screwed up. 'Uhhh... uh... huh... uhhhh,' Sammy grunted every time he buried himself in your warm, soaking cunt. You pulled on his hair and he moaned, which turned into a whine. ''m gonna cum,' Sammy's voice was broken, his eyes glassy. One was half-rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open as he buried himself deep within you.

'Cum for me, Sammy,' you whispered, one hand raking his back down hard with your fingernails, the other one reaching under him and gently holding his balls. 'Mmmmmf,' Sammy was getting louder. 'Oh I'm gonna... hnnnfgh.. I'm go-gonna...'

His hips moved rougher and sloppier, slamming into your cervix with uncoordinated precision. ''gon' fi-fill... oh fuck, 'm cumming.' You felt the load pumping into you immediately, warming you from the inside and sluicing around his cock because there was just so much cum.

Sammy let out high-pitched squeals, like a hurt dog, as he buried his face in your hair. He gave one, then two more thrusts before he stayed bottomed out, deep inside your cunt, as throb after throb of his cum spilled into you. Your insides were thoroughly hosed down, dripping out of you and onto your thighs.

Sammy lay on top of you, heavy weight pressed into you, sweaty and flushed red. You smoothed his auburn curls. 'Feel better now?' You asked. You could feel his cock softening inside you, but Sammy made no attempt fo move. 'Yeah,' Sammy's voice was shaky. 'Just for the record,' you whispered, 'none of that was fake.'

across the room, jack adjusts his watch at the dresser mirror. his eyes catch hers in the reflection immediately.

“you keep doing that,” he says, raising his brows.

her hands stop. “it keeps wrinkling.”

“it doesn’t, honey.” he says as his eyes drift over her slowly.

she’s nervous but she’s trying to hide it— she’s giving him that small smile. his jaw tightens.

“sweetheart,” he says quietly, “is that little number new?”

her cheeks warm instantly.

she looks away, embarrassed by how easily he does that to her.

after fastening his watch, he stalks toward her slowly, sleeves rolled neatly at his forearms. tie still undone around his neck. the closer he gets, the more she can feel her chest rise and fall.

his hands settle absentmindedly on her curved waist when he reaches her.

“mm— hi,” he murmurs.

she lets out a small breath. “hi.” she quips. “would you be shocked if i told you that i’m nervous?”

his brows pull together. “about tonight?”

she nods, looking up at him through her lashes.

jack’s thumbs stroke lightly against the silk at her waist. “talk to me.”

her gaze drops to his tie and starts to tie it. “everyone there knows you… and all those surgeons and department heads and board people…”

he waits patiently.

“…and then there’s me.”

his hand slides higher along her side before gently tipping her chin upward.

“yeah,” he says quietly. “there’s you.”

her chest tightens at the warmth of his hands.. and the rasp of his voice.

“they’re gonna stare,” she whispers.

jack blinks, “let them.”

“jack.”

“what?” his voice is calm. “you think i care what anybody at that damn charity gala thinks about who i bring?”

she doesn’t answer.

because maybe he doesn’t care.

but she certainly does.

she notices the looks. the assumptions. the way people glance between them when they’re running errands, or getting dinner. they immediately decide what they think this relationship is!

heck, before she met him she’d give those couples the look.

jack studies her face for a long second before sighing through his nose.

then he steps closer.

close enough that her back lightly brushes the dresser behind her.

“look at me,” he says gently.

she obeys and her eyes widen at that big mistake.

because the second their eyes meet, his expression changes into something hungrier.

his gaze drifts slowly over her again.

her breath catches.

“jack…”

“do you have any idea,” he murmurs, voice lower now, “how hard it is to focus on this fucking dinner when you’re standing here looking like this?”

she tries to hold in her surprised giggle but fails.

his hands slide around her, his fingertips reaching the area of her exposed back.

“you’re beautiful,” he says simply. “that’s all anybody’s going notice. understand?”

“yes.”

she shakes her head a little, shy under the intensity of his attention.

“stop looking at me like that.”

he gives her his sideways smirk. “can’t.” he tuts.

and then, because he’s impossible, he leans down and kisses just beneath her ear.

his hands tightening briefly when she melts against him almost instantly.

“jack,” she giggles, trying free herself from his grasp.

he hums softly against her skin, entirely too pleased with himself.

“mm?”

“we’re gonna be late.” she tries to fight.

“tempting argument.” his lips brush her jaw before pulling back to look at her again. “but i think i can spare another minute.”

the look he gives her then nearly makes her forget the gala entirely.

—

at the gala, jack has his fingers at her back, then her wrist, then intertwined with her fingers as they walk through the mingling crowd.

and somehow, she thinks that it’s okay.

it’s actually better than okay. she’s having fun.

everyone she’s met is kind, they’re a little curious— but in a way that doesn’t feel like judgment. robby jokes with her like she’s always been around, and dana smiles at her like she’s a good friend.

for a while, she even forgets why she was nervous.

and jack— he’s quietly relieved every time she laughs.

eventually, she drifts toward the bar alone to get a drink while jack is engaged in a conversation a few feet away.

she’s standing at the bar, rolling her ankles as she feels her heels pinch at her skin. when she suddenly feels someone step in beside her.

“this thing is dragging.”

she turns to see brendon park looking down at his phone, unimpressed. she vaguely remembers jack calling him shark.

“oh—um, it’s not too bad. i’m hoping the food will be good though.” she lets out. clearly taken aback at that conversation starter.

he nods and lets his eyes drift over her. like he’s trying to figure out where she fits into the room.

“you with someone tonight?”

her grip tightens slightly on the glass of champagne that the bartender just handed her.

“yeah,” she says simply. she doesn’t know if she should say ‘dr. abbot,’ or ‘my boyfriend,.’

so she just says, “jack.”

that gets a faint reaction.

“abbot?” shark says. “huh, i didn’t realize he was bringing residents to this thing.”

the words land wrong immediately.

her stomach dips.

“oh—no, i’m not—” she starts quickly, shaking her head a little. “i’m not a resident.”

shark’s brows lift slightly. “medical student?”

“no,” she says again, softer now. “i’m not— i’m not in medicine.”

his gaze lingers as realization hits.

“huh,” he murmurs. “just didn’t peg you for his type.”

her smile falters before she can stop it and she looks down at her sore feet.. wishing she hadn’t even entertained a conversation with this asshole.

she’s suddenly hyper ware of everything—her age, her dress, the way she probably looks exactly like what people assume she is when they see her next to jack.

“what does that mean?” she quivers, trying to keep her voice steady as anger starts to boil through her veins.

shark shrugs slightly. “nothing. just that he’s a serious guy.”

she gapes at him. and it feels like someone had just punched her in the gut.

“you’re, you know…”

he can’t be serious?

her throat tightens and she opens her mouth to respond but before she can even let out a sound she hears a voice.

“dr. park” the voice cuts in calmly. “problem?”

jack.

he’s there now, one hand snaking to find her waist. like he’s been tracking this conversation from across the room without even needing to hear it clearly.

she doesn’t realize how much she relaxes until he touches her.

shark straightens slightly. “no problem. just talking.”

jack’s eyes don’t move off him.

“about what?”

shark hesitates. “I just didn’t realize residents were invited to this thing.” he says, clearly trying to gage a reaction.

her mouth falls agape in disbelief as she watches shark smirk.

jack’s hand tightens at her waist to anchor her. to anchor himself.

then he speaks. his voice cold but deathly controlled.

“she’s not a resident.”

shark gives him a mock expression.

“she’s my girlfriend.”

shark blinks once. shrinking under jacks gaze that she can’t see. it’s like he’s recalibrating the entire situation. “oh. I didn’t know it was like that—”

“you do now,” jack says simply.

jack doesn’t even look at him again after that.

instead, his attention drops immediately to her as he pulls her away from the bar. her dress flows as they walk towards their table.

“you okay?” he asks quietly, draining his neck down to look into her eyes.

she nods, a little breathless, “well.. he’s an absolute asshole.”

jack’s thumb brushes the crane of her back and lets out a bemused chuckle. “yeah. i hate that guy.”

he watches her as she looks at him though her lashes, pouting her lips softly before looking down at the table setting.

“don’t do that,” he murmurs.

“do what?”

his eyes soften slightly.