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The man beside you spoke, and you forced a smile, trying to appear calm. But your body betrayed you — a soft tremor running through you, causing you to shift abruptly in your seat.

“Mrs. Lomax, are you feeling alright?” one of your husband’s coworkers asked with concern.

“Y-Yeah…” you stammered, struggling to respond. The warmth spread deep into your core, making it impossible to focus on anything else. You clenched your thighs together, desperately trying to suppress the sensation. Across the table, Kevin remained completely composed, his expression cool and nonchalant as he engaged in conversation with a client.

The intensity grew, making it increasingly difficult to maintain your composure. You tightened your grip on the fork, your knuckles straining as you struggled to stifle the soft gasps threatening to escape. Despite your efforts, a shaky breath slipped out, and warmth crept up your cheeks. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you fought to regain control.

“Are you certain?” the man pressed.

“Yes, thank you,” you blurted out, but the sensation suddenly spiked, making your knee slam against the underside of the table. The dishes rattled, and every eye turned to you — Kevin’s included.

His gaze was heavy, his brown eyes gleaming with devilish mischief. As he locked eyes with you, a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned in slightly, relishing the moment as he studied your reaction. The details of your discomfort seemed to intensify the satisfaction in his expression.

Unable to withstand your husband’s gaze, you dropped your napkin beside your plate and pushed your chair back, standing on unsteady legs.

“I... I need to retire to the ladies’ room,” you managed to whisper. 

“Honey, you sure you’re alright?” Kevin’s low, velvety voice resonated. His eyes, sharp and expressive, tracked you with an overwhelming, predatory gaze. With difficulty, you forced out, “I’m fine.”

You hurried to the ladies’ room and headed straight for the sink, turning on the faucet. Watching the steady stream of water helped calm your racing heart. When you finally lifted your head, Kevin’s reflection caught your eye in the mirror. His eyes devoured you with a burning gaze. As he approached, his tall frame towered over you, prompting you to turn and face him. With a smile, he wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you firmly against his strong torso. Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on the crook of your neck, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

“You’re holding up well,” Kevin whispered, his lips grazing your soft skin between nips and kisses. His large hands traveled downward, lingering on the part of your body he adorned most. Gently, he caressed the soft curve of your bottom before letting out a deep, contented sigh as his fingers sank into the pliable flesh.

“Kev, we agreed you wouldn’t turn the vibrator on while we’re having lunch with your colleagues,” you purred, fingers gliding over the firm muscles of his biceps, feeling the strength beneath the expensive fabric of the blazer. 

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing your skin. “That was your agreement, not mine,” he teased, his deep, smooth voice making your pussy respond with an ache. 

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, searching for some hint of leniency. 

“They’ll think I’m crazy.”

Kevin’s smirk deepened, his fingers lightly tracing your bottom. 

“When have you ever cared about what other people think of you?” He tilted his head, his eyes locking onto yours. “I thought I married a woman who wouldn’t be swayed by others’ opinions…”

 “Kev, this isn’t fair.” 

He traced a thumb along your jawline. “Fairness isn’t really the point, is it?” Leaning in once again, his breath warmed your ear, making your knees weak. “The dominance, the control,  the thrill — it drives you wild, doesn’t it? You love this as much as I do.”

You bit your lip.

“Lost for words?”

“You’re unbeatable,” you sighed in frustration while his warm hand already slid to your neck.

“That’s true…” His lips brushed against yours as his hand slid to cradle the back of your head, seamlessly pulling you into a breath stealing kiss.

“Kevin... please... I really feel awkward,” you pleaded softly between kisses, your fingers knotted in his arms.

“Alright,” Kevin cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip tenderly.

He smiled, letting his lips brush yours in a final kiss before stepping back. But you knew him too well — he’d only agreed because something else was brewing in his mind. As he walked away, a mix of anticipation and apprehension surged within you, knowing this wasn’t over.

Later, at home in your bed.

Kevin’s hands clamped onto your hips with a bruising grip, his fingers digging into your soft skin. On all fours, with your legs spread wide and knees pressing into the mattress, he took you from behind. His pace was unhurried, but each thrust was brutally powerful, driving deep in you. The cock ring around the base of his shaft ensured that you were going to be fucked without mercy, maintaining his hardness until you were completely undone beneath him. Inside you, the vibrator buzzed, steady and consistent, leaving no room for any thoughts of resistance.

“Kevin, please…” You didn’t know if you were pleading for him to stop or to push you over the edge. 

“Please what? You want me to stop?” His cock slid inside you roughly and assertively that made your breath hitch with every movement. Kevin’s shaft harder and more swollen than ever, making every thrust feel like he was tearing you apart in the most ravishing way. 

“No-no-no, don’t stop,” you whimpered.

“Good,” he grunted, and the rapid, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin filled the room.

With a deep, forceful thrust, he pushed you over the edge, your orgasm surging through and you milked him with every convulsive wave. 

“That’s it…” he whispered hoarsely, smacking your ass leaving a red mark. Kevin didn’t break his steady rhythm as his hand glided from the small of your back to between your shoulder blades, pressing you firmly into the mattress, causing your hips lift higher in response. He adjusted his angle, pushing his cock perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you. Another slap echoed through the room, making you cry out as a devilish smile spread across his face.

Now he had the perfect view. With primal hunger, he watched as your pussy fitted snugly around his thick cock, sliding along his shaft with each withdrawal, only to greedily take him back in till the hilt. The way your ass bounced with each thrust, the way your body quivered as he plunged, fueled a need to fuck you harder. Your breath came in ragged gasps, fingers clawing at the silk sheets as Kevin’s pace quickened.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you? Getting fucked like this?”

Overwhelmed by emotion, you nodded, unable to remember the simple word. His hand snaked between your legs, fingers finding your swollen and sensitive clit, rubbing it in small circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

The climax built fast, your body twitched as another earth-shattering orgasm crashed through you. Kevin growled in pleasure, feeling your pussy clench around his throbbing cock, your muffled cries swallowed by the pillow beneath you. He didn’t let up or slow down. Instead, his grip on your hips tightened, fucking you with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall with each relentless thrust. You were completely at Kevin’s mercy.

“You have no idea how fucking amazing it feels, fucking your sweet pussy while it clenches my dick every time.”

His hand gripped a fistful of your hair pulling your head back, forcing you to arch into him. A bead of sweat traced down your spine as he leaned over, pounding into you with fervent force.

“Get ready to come again.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, teetering on the edge of another orgasm you didn’t think you could survive.

“Oh, you will,” Kevin muttered through gritted teeth, his grip tightening on your hair as he yanked you back against his broad chest. Panting against your ear, he seared your skin with his breath. “And you’ll come as many times as I want.”

His pace turned brutal, each thrust harder and more intense than the last. Your vision blurred with tears, and every powerful stroke had your breath catching in sharp, uneven bursts.

Pleasure and pain melded into one sensation, your moans turning into a guttural scream as he pushed you towards high point. 

“Kevin!” you cried out, barely recognizing the hoarse voice that broke your lips as your release gushed out, coating his cock and your inner thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. He continued to thrust into you, not giving you a moment to recover.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he snarled, his hips slamming against you with brutal force. Your legs trembled, barely able to support you as he fucked you with such ferocity that it felt like he might shatter you. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth falling open as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you once more.

Finally his grip on your hair gradually loosened, and his pace slowed, savoring the way your worn-out pussy still gripped him tightly as he continued to slide in and out making sure you felt every inch of his thick length. The vibration of the toy made your body shudder uncontrollably. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you, but the sensation was different, leaving you acutely aware that it wasn’t his full release.  

“Fuck, you take me so well,” Kevin groaned, landing rough slap on your ass, leaving the skin burning with gratifying pain. “But I want to see your pretty face when you come.”

As you rode out your orgasm, he pulled out his partially ejaculated cock, leaking a mix of precum and cum. It wobbled, spilling over your ass and onto the sheets, yet still incredibly hard.

Without missing a beat, he flipped your pliant body onto your back, pressing you against the sheets soaked with cum. His strong hands lifting your shaky legs and spreading them wide, exposing your dripping, oversensitive pussy to his ravenous gaze. 

You groaned loudly, the vibrator inside you a mere tease compared to the fullness of him. Your body ached and your pussy throbbing, practically begging for him. Kevin didn’t make you wait long. He shoved back inside you with one forceful push, causing your back to arch off the bed as a loud wail escaped your lips. The thick, swollen head of his cock stretched you once more, gliding through the mixture of your wetness and his cum. Kevin lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders, his fingers possessively sinking into your supple flesh. 

He leaned closer, locking his obsidian dark eyes onto your.  Propped up on his arms, your hands instinctively gripped his sinewy forearms as he folded your legs until your knees brushed against your chest. By giving you a much needed moment of respite, he then resumed a relentless pace, driving his hips up and crashing down with a fast, insatiable rhythm. The wet, squelching sound of his thrusts mixed with the slap of skin against skin, filled the air. With a muscular frame hovering above, every ripple of toned arms was felt under your fingertips as his shaft buried itself deep inside you.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, his breath coming in heavy, ragged pants.

Every thrust pushed you further into the mattress, his scorching body melding with yours as your breath was sharply expelled by the relentless pace. The vibrator buzzed incessantly, amplifying sensation. 

A bead of sweat rolled down from his temple, tracing the sharp angle of his high cheekbones before it paused at his chin. As the droplet hovered above you, it finally fell, landing on your lips and slipping into your mouth, leaving behind a lingering taste of his salty essence.

Time blurred as you lost count of how many times he had made you fall apart. Your body, already worn out from multiple orgasms, was a trembling mess beneath him, quickly spiraling toward yet another climax.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” he panted, his hand grasped the back of your knee while the other pressed firmly against the mattress, bracing himself as he hammering into you. “I could fuck you like this all night long.” 

Unable to hold back any longer you shout in pleasure and surrendered to another wave of orgasm, your face contorted in bliss, eyes tightly shut.

Without warning, he pulled out, yanking his cock and the vibrator from you in one swift motion. The sudden emptiness made you whimper, your overworked pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

“Open your mouth,” Kevin commanded, straddling your chest, his cock hard and glistening with your wetness. You immediately obeyed, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, looking up at him with eyes glazed in need, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with lust, his eyes locked onto yours. “You’re going to swallow every drop.”

With a guttural groan, Kevin slipped off the ring before pressing his swollen tip against your warm tongue. He pumped himself roughly, his growls turning primal as thick, heavy streams of cum erupted, filling your mouth. Your hands traced the contours of his taut ass, gripping firmly as you felt his muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably beneath your touch while he rode out his climax. His cock throbbed and pulsed with each release, some of the warm cum spilling onto your lips and chin. Kevin’s breathing was ragged and deep, his gaze fixated on you — captivated by the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your mouth opened wide to take him in, and the way your throat worked to swallow viscous liquid.

His lustrous brown eyes gleamed with a satisfied glow as he leaned down, his thumb gently brushing across your chin to wipe away the remnants of his cum. 

“So beautiful…” he breathed out, collapsing onto you and claiming your lips in a fervent kiss, tasting himself.

“You did so well,” he murmured against your lips, his voice now soft and filled with pride.

You lay together, bodies heated and slick with sweat, utterly exhausted and indifferent to the mess staining the sheets beneath you. The air hung heavy with the intoxicating scent of sex. Rolling onto his side, Kevin propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand wandering over your glistening curves, tracing slow, soothing strokes.

“You okay, honey?” Kevin’s eyes filled with concern as they searched your face for any hint of distress or disappointment.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your breath still uneven. “I’m more than okay.”

He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their tender exploration. “I hope you’re not too sore.”

“Well,” you turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, a tired yet sincere smile on your lips, “it wore me out, but I really loved it.”

Kevin’s smile grew as he cradled your cheek with his warm, firm hand, his fingers gently caressing the heated skin of your face. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad to hear that,” he murmured. “You were incredible tonight.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. “So were you.”