Caleb was only 16 when he started crushing on you— his neighbor. You were 28 at the time, married for 3 years to your loving husband, Anthony, and seemed to be living the good life. A lot of people in the neighborhood were jealous of your relationship.

Especially Caleb.

The teen constantly watched you from the window of his bedroom on the second floor— watched you get dressed, kiss your husband, get ready for bed or to shower. He had to be secretive about it, though, because you caught him one time, and just shook your head then closed your curtains.

The next time Caleb saw you, was a few months later. Summer break was over, and he was on his way to school with Gideon. He walked out the house and saw you on your knees, planting some flowers in the front yard. He stopped and stared, taking time to admire the way your apron’s tie squeezed your waist and emphasized your breasts. His eyes trailed down to your thighs, admiring how thick they were in those jeans. You truly were a Goddess reincarnated.

“Dude, stop eye-fucking your neighbor. We’re gonna be late!” He heard Gideon hiss at him, and shook his head like he snapping himself out of a trance.

11 years went by, and Caleb was fully matured, ready for you. It seemed like it was just yesterday that he was a teenager, and now he was a man. But, you still didn’t pay him any mind, except the one time you caught him staring at you through his bedroom window a couple years ago. And, Anthony would sometimes say that he saw the guy staring at the house.

“Is there a reason you’re standing in front of my house?” Anthony once said.

Caleb, who was 18 at the time, turned toward the man and shook his head. “Just thought I saw something…”

He walked away, never looking back at the man, who bore holes into the back of his head before walking into his house.

By the 14th year of your marriage, something shifted. Anthony had been trying so hard to get you pregnant out of nowhere, and you didn’t understand why. You two had talked a while back about starting a family, but you felt you still had years ahead of you before that should become a thing. And you still wanted to travel and do all kinds of stuff. But he was growing impatient.

“If you want a family so bad, then maybe we’re just not meant to be,” you told him one night.

“How can you say that? We’ve been married for 14 years!” He looked at you like you killed his family or something.

“Anthony, there’s so much I still want to do… I can’t do that if we have kids. You know that,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“You don’t need to worry about the kids. We can always get a babysitter.”

“It’s not that simple, and you know that,” you quietly countered.

“Why are you being so difficult?! I’ve spent over a decade with you and you don’t want to have kids with me? What, are you disgusted with me or something?!” He yelled back, making you glare at him.

“Don’t stand there and try to manipulate me because it won’t work! I’ve told you before that we’ll have kids when I’m ready. If you can’t accept that, then you can leave.” You crossed your arms and stood up from the bed.

“Manipulate you?! Because I want us to have a family?! Do you hear yourself?!”

“Yeah I do! And I said I’m not ready so why are you being so pushy?!” You yell back, feeling your heart pounding at the nervousness from confronting him.

Caleb was running down the street, doing his nightly routine of running when he turned his head, and saw you two standing by the window. He came to a stop, and stared in confusion, watching you two bicker back and forth. He turned to fully face the two people upstairs, and watched the man grab the woman. He didn’t think twice to run toward the house and find a way in.

You went to walk out the room, but Anthony grabbed your elbow and you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me. I’m really irritated and don’t want to be around you.”

“Well, we’re not done having this conversation!”

“We are now!” You stomped out the room and went downstairs.

Anthony followed after you, yelling at you to come back and your hand grabbed the front door knob, opening it harshly to leave, but finding Caleb standing there sweating and confused.

“What are you doing here?” You blink, looking up at the tall man.

Anthony approached you, and looked at Caleb, who shifted his gaze toward the man, and glared at him. “The hell do you want, boy?”

“I just… wanted to check up on you. You seemed upset earlier and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Caleb shifts his gaze back to you, and puts on a worried expression.

“She’s fine, you can leave now—”

You turn your head and look at your husband. “He was talking to me, not you.”

Anthony rolls his eyes, and walks away, while you turn back and look at Caleb. “I’m all right, thanks for asking. I’m just… going out to get some fresh air.”

Caleb moves away to allow you to step out the house. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything?”

You walk down the stairs, saying “you weren’t… we just… need some space,” before heading to your car.

Caleb trails behind you, keeping some distance, and looks down at the road. “If you ever need company, I’m always next door, ya know?”

His words come off soft, a little too soft, and they attempt to flutter your heart, but your irritation and annoyance with your husband blocks that from happening.

You look at the young man, and nod. “Thanks…”

Caleb stands in front of your front gate, watching you get in your car and drive away. The farther you get, his face gradually morphs into his cold expression, and he looks back at your house.

Anthony was sitting at the dining table, drinking a bottle of beer when he hears the front door open.

“Are you done being mad at me?” His head hangs low as he turns toward the entrance.

His mood worsens when he sees the boy, that’s been eyeing his wife since he was 16, standing in the hallway, just staring at him.

“Why the fuck are you in my house?” He stands up, setting his bottle down on the table.

Caleb doesn’t respond immediately, and just eyes the man down and up. “I don’t know what she saw in you to want to marry you.”

Anthony feels his head throb in annoyance and approaches the guy. “Listen here, boy, you’re medaling in business that ain’t got nothing to do with you. So why don’t you go back home, beat your dick, and mind the business that pays ya, huh?”

Caleb blankly stares at the guy, and that’s all it takes for Anthony to lunge at him. He misses because Caleb sidesteps and watches the guy throw himself into the shoe rack, knocking it over as he falls to the floor. Caleb stares down at him like he’s a bug beneath his shoes and slowly walks up to him.

“You hurt her. I saw you,” he says lowly.

“You’re stressing her out because your mistress had a miscarriage, and you’re trying to find a way to cope. So now you’re taking your anger out on her, and she doesn’t deserve that.” Caleb hisses, glaring down at him.

“Shut the hell up… you don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I don’t? Then how come I saw you kissing her and her stomach the other day?” Anthony slowly turns his head to look up at him.

“You’ve been cheating on her for 4 years now, and it’s a shame she hasn’t noticed or realized. She really thinks you still love her.”

Anthony groans and moves onto his palms and knees, but Caleb pushes him back down with his foot. “I should skin you right here and now… you don’t deserve someone like her.”

The alcohol rushes up on Anthony and he feels his vision blur and spiral. He looks at the younger man and sees double, then triple of him. Caleb kneels down, and whispers, “you will never get to see her again.”

You came home 2 hours later, after crying your eyes out and staring at the night sky. You stand in front of the front door, contemplating whether or not to go inside. Your heart still ached about the argument from earlier, and now you weren’t sure if you wanted to see him right now. You sigh, and put the key through the hole then open the door, closing it after. You put your keys on the hook then take your robe off as you went to the dining room. You saw the bottle of beer on the table and sighed again.

“I thought he stopped…” and he wants to bring kids into this environment?

You take the bottle and walk into the kitchen, dumping it out then throwing it in the recycling bin. Your slippers scrape against the wooden floor as you pick up your robe and head upstairs. The light in your bedroom was off, likely meaning he went to sleep. Good, so you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore tonight.

You open the door quietly and peek in, seeing a large lump on the bed. You step in and close the door, then walk over to the desk chair and lay your robe on it. You walk back over to the bed and carefully crawl into your side, sliding under the blanket. As soon as you did that, he turned around and wrapped his arm over your waist, pulling back onto him. You felt his nose in the crevice of your neck then felt his lips touch that spot.

You want to say something. ‘Oh, now you’re happy to be with me?’ ‘Now you want to be all lovey dovey?’ But you were just glad it was quiet.

Even if it was temporary.

His arm moved back and his hand splayed over your waist. His nose slid its way up to your hair, and inhaled its scent. You try to ignore how it makes your heart feel, but you just sigh quietly in response. He left careful kisses on your neck and shoulder, rubbing your waist as he rubbed his legs in between yours.

“Anthony…” you whispered, grabbing his wrist.

Your hand moved up his forearm, and noticed something different. His skin was smooth, which was strange because he had a mole near his elbow. But there was no mole. You sit up a bit and look over at him, but it was too dark to see anything.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers, pulling you back down as he laid on his back.

Your eyebrows furrow as he pulls you on top of him, his hands resting on your lower back. “Why are you acting all lovey dovey now?”

His right hand slides down and cup under your left ass cheek, jiggling the flesh a bit before gripping it. “What? I can’t love my wife?”

You stare down at his face, unable to see his expression. “So we’re just gonna act like earlier didn’t happen? Like you wasn’t mad ‘cause I ain’t want kids right now?”

His left hand slides down to grip your other ass cheek, pulling you forward so he can kiss your collarbone. “I was wrong for that. I should’ve never pushed you that far, and I’m sorry.”

His tone is quiet, words are soft, and his hands touch you in a way that makes your pussy tingle. But you have to be strong, you can’t let him ‘make-love’ his way into being forgiven. You lay on top of him like a sphinx, letting him grope your thick body as much as he wants. As long as you don’t fall for anything else, you’ll be fine.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, princess.” He whispers, nipping at your ear.

Princess? That’s a new one.

His hands slide up your back, moving around front and squeezing your tits firmly, causing a moan to rumble from your throat.

“‘M tired…” you rest your forehead on his shoulder, and he hums.

“Sleep… I’ll make breakfast tomorrow before I leave.”

Breakfast? That’s different, too…

“Breakfast? You never make breakfast… what did you do to my husband?” As if your annoyance and frustration dissipated, you ask him with suspicion.

“Mm, he’s still here… I’m just… realizing how much I love and adore you,” his arms wrap around your waist, making your head move upward a bit and put your face into the crevice of his neck.

Your right hand shifts and presses on his chest, staring at what should be his cheek before closing your eyes. You let out a sigh, and readjust your hips.

“Hm… I love you too…” you feel his left hand come up and stroke your hair, soothing you to sleep.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

~~

You wake up, feeling sluggish. The faint smell of pancakes lingers into your nose, and you open your eyes. Your head shifts over and sees the bed’s empty.

“I’ll make breakfast tomorrow before I leave.”

His words echo in your mind, and you stare at the ceiling for a moment. The silence creeps in, and you listen for anything downstairs. Nothing, not even the muffled sound of the TV or water. You slowly get up, and slide into your slippers. You walk to the door, open it, and step into the hallway. Your hand grazes the rail as you walk down the stairs, making it to the bottom, and moving over the the kitchen.

A plate of pancakes sat on the counter with a plate of bacon and eggs next to it. Your stomach grumbled and you touched it, walking over to the counter of food. The doorbell rang, and you looked at the 2nd kitchen window. You head to the front door, and look through the peephole, seeing a familiar figure. Your hand grasps the knob and opens the door, peeking through the crack.

“Good morning, Mrs. Saturn. How are you doing?” A soft expression forms on Caleb’s face.

You blink twice, looking at his casual attire, and clear your throat. “I-I’m fine… thanks for coming by?”

“I just wanted to check on you, with last night happening and all.” He gives a gentle smile, and nods a bit.

“I see… well, we’re doing okay, I think.” He looks down, trying to see your figure but noticing it’s hidden behind the door.

“Is he home? I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything—”

“I think he went to work,” you open the door wider, and peek out to see his car gone.

Caleb’s heart leaps as he takes in your appearance, the orange silk nightgown fit snuggly on your body, and the sight makes his mind malfunction.

“A-ah okay. Well, I-I’ll see ya around,” he turns to leave but you call out to him.

“Did you eat already?” You call out to him, making him turn around. “Anthony made a lot of food but I can’t eat it by myself…,” you rub the back of your neck.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude. I was just… going to eat at work.” He says, feeling flustered himself.

“It’s all right… I’m off for the next couple of days, and he won’t be back till next Friday, so I’ll be alone for a little while.” You give him a gentle smile, and he swears his nose will bleed.

~~

He watches you walk to the kitchen, and trails his eyes down to your lower back, watching the way your hips sway unintentionally. Just hours ago, he was in your room, laying next to you and playing the role of your husband while kissing and holding you like you were his. Now you were having breakfast— he made for you— with him. A small smirk forms on his face before vanishing as quick as it came when you walk out with a plate.

“Here you go. They’re still fresh, and fluffy!” You smile softly.

“Thank you...” He carefully takes the plate and sits at the table.

You go back into the kitchen and finish cutting your food, drizzling some syrup on it before taking it to the dining room. You set down your plate and a mug of coffee in front of him.

“Usually, he drinks coffee before work, but I woke up a little late, and it looks like he didn’t make any so… you can have this.” You push toward him a bowl of creamers.

“You’re too sweet. I appreciate that,” you give a small nod and sit across from him.

You turn the TV onto the news, and eat your food in silence, while he watches you. He takes in your mannerisms, how you chew, pick up your fork, drink your juice. Every little thing about you, he makes a note of.

You rarely looked at him the entire time he was in front of you, and it made him wonder why. Were you avoiding him? Did you know something he didn’t?

Did you know what happened to your husband?

Caleb spaces out for a moment, unaware that you’re calling him until you wave a hand in his face.

“Caleb?” God your voice was like a beautiful song.

“S-sorry, I was just… thinking about work.”

“Oh. What do you do for work, if you don’t mind me asking?” You lean forward, resting your forearms on the table.

“I work for the Farspace Fleet,” is all he says before he takes a sip of the coffee.

“Ooo, what made you want to join the military?” Your head tilts to the side a bit.

“They offered a scholarship I just… couldn’t refuse,” he smoothly lies, but smiles anyway.

You hum and eat a piece of pancake. A bit of whip cream gets on the corner of your lip, and Caleb smiles.

Silly girl.

He takes his napkin, covers his finger, and leans over wiping your lip.

“o-oh, thanks,” you blink and wipe your mouth with your napkin.

He doesn’t respond, and finishes his food.

~~

“Thanks again for breakfast, Mrs. Saturn,” Caleb turns around after stepping outside the front door.

“No worries. It’s the least I can do for you checking up on me last night… and today.” You smile, leaning against the door frame, and crossing your arms.

He smiles back and looks down at his hands, “you know… you shouldn’t be with a guy like that.”

Your smile falters just a millimeter.

“Guys like him will only bring more problems in the future. You should be careful if you’re going to stay with him.” He steps onto one of the stairs, instantly being taller than you.

“I appreciate your concern, Caleb… I have it under control now.” You gently say, resting your left hand on your hip.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt anymore. You don’t deserve that,” he takes another step, getting closer.

You look up at him closely, and his eyes soften. You blink twice, shifting your gaze to his chest then to the ground. You let out a sigh, and say, “see ya around.”

You step off the doorframe and walk back into the house, closing the door. Caleb sighs, looks down, and walks off your porch, going back to his house.

~~

It’s been a week since Anthony went on his trip, but he hasn’t messaged or called you. You figured he might just be busy or too tired to talk, so you try not to take it personally. But it bugs you because you’re his wife, and it feels like he doesn’t care or isn’t thinking about you.

You stand in the kitchen, cutting dead leaves off your tulips, and re-arranging them in their pot. You lick your lips as you put the pot in the small carrier then put the cutters next to them and take them to the front yard. You close the front door and jog down the stairs, walking over to the garden and kneeling down. Your ear catches the sound of footsteps and you turn your head to see Ms. Stones walking toward you.

“Good afternoon, Ms. St—”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but there’s a strange smell coming from your house!” She put her fists on her hips.

“A smell?” Your eyebrows furrow, and you stand up to look at her.

“Yeah! It’s awful! Like something died!” she huffs, looking at your house.

“Surely you’re not talking about inside, because I clean my house and you haven’t been in there.”

“Well, obviously not inside! It’s like, in the backyard or something!” You turn your gaze toward the back of your house.

“I’d get that checked out if I were you. Probably Sadie’s dog burying his leftover food on your property or something.” She turns and walks off, leaving you confused.

“Thanks…” You say to no one, and sigh, turning back to your garden.

Caleb finished his 12th rep of bench presses and put the barbell on the hooks. He sat up, wiped his face, and drank some water as he stood up. He took his mp3 player out and turned the volume down as he walked out of his gym/basement, and headed to the bathroom. He walked past the living room and happened to look out the window before he stopped. He saw Ms. Stone stomping her way over to your house, and slowly approached the window, lifting it up just a bit to hear.

Caleb saw you knelt on the grass, messing with your garden then turning to see the older woman approaching you.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but there’s a strange smell coming from your house!”

Caleb shifted his gaze to the window sill and clenched his jaw. He was too distracted getting caught up in you, that he forgot to dispose your husband’s rotting corpse from the shed in your backyard. He’s just glad you haven’t been back there yet. He watched you look at the woman, adorably confused, then look at the back of your house. Ms. Stone says some more things before walking off, leaving you completely confused and likely curious about the backyard.

Caleb knew your routine down to a T, so he knows when to go in your backyard. He closes the window, and walks away, keeping his jaw clenched as he goes to the closet in the hallway. He takes out some disposable gloves and shoe covers, setting them on the small table then closing the door. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a large black trash bag, then put it with the other supplies. Right now, he was going to shower then head over to your house to give you some company. He’ll handle the trash later.

After an hour and a half, you finally finish planting the tulips, and wipe your forehead, taking your gloves off as you sit back on the heels of your feet. The hot summer heat was getting to you, and you felt icky with the sweat sticking your clothes to your skin. You hear someone approaching again, and turn your head to see Caleb.

“What brings you by?”

“I just wanted to see what you were doing. See if there was anything you needed… maybe provide some company?” He lightly shrugs.

“Oh, um, I just finished planting some flowers I trimmed earlier…” he crouches next you and gently cups one of the tulips.

“They’ve bloomed beautifully.” He smiles, and looks down at you.

“They’ve come a long way, nearly dying and all… they’re just happy to be in a perfect spot.” He chuckles, and looks at them.

He eyes them again before looking down then over at you again. “Is their mother happy in her perfect spot?”

You look at him and blink then look down at the shears in your hands. “Decent…”

He gives you a sympathetic smile, “it shouldn’t be decent, Mrs. Saturn.”

“I know…”

“You should be happy! You got a nice, big house, a loving husband,…” he looks down at the flowers again, “lovely flowers.”

You don’t realize that he’s gotten closer, until you look up at him. “I guess my mood’s just… been down recently.”

It goes quiet for a moment, and he stares at you. You wave your hand and shake your head. “Eh, I’ll bounce back tomorrow or something.”

You stand up, and he follows, reminding you of the height difference. “You know you can always talk to me. We’re neighbors, after all. If you ever need anything, even just someone to talk to, I’m here.”

You catch the sincerity in his words, and give him a half smile. “Thanks, Caleb…”

You watch two dimples appear on his cheeks, and shift your gaze to his chest for a split second. You look over at your front door and sigh, “why don’t you come in? It’s hot, and this heat’s getting to me.”

~~

You set down a tray of snacks and juice, nodding a bit when Caleb thanks you. “I’m gonna go change really quick. I feel gross being outside for a while.”

He sets his glass down and nods, “take your time. I’ll be here watching TV.”

You quickly walk away, going upstairs to freshen up. He could use this as an opportunity to get a closer look at that sexy body of yours… or he could properly dispose of your husband’s corpse in the backyard.

… he’ll just deal with him later.

He looks toward the dining room where the stairs start, and slowly stands up. He walks over, and looks up them, to the hallway. You were several feet away from him, likely naked and washing your body or something.

His heart raced as he took careful steps up the stairs, then made his way down the hall before meeting your door. He put his ear to it and listened, not hearing anything then quietly testing to see if the knob was locked. He cheers in his mind, and opens the door, peeking in to see it empty with clothes on the floor. He takes careful steps into the room and approaches the pile of clothes you wore earlier. He kneels down and finds your panties under the jeans, taking them and slowly bringing them to his nose.

His eyes roll back, and he lets out a sigh, getting a good sniff of your scent, then looks at them and sees a faint spot of clear discharge. He looks towards the bathroom door and stares at it for a moment then looks back down at your panties, and slowly puts them in his mouth, tasting the area your labia was directly on. The natural, tangy flavor barely coats his tongue, and his heart thumps harshly, but it wasn’t enough. It’s like getting a sample of something so good, and needing the whole thing.

His tongue glides onto the wet spot, trying to get as much of the substance on his tastebuds. Fuck, he needs you bad, so bad. He contemplates on taking the fabric, but he doesn’t want to freak you out so soon. Disappointingly, he sets the panties back where he found them, and stands up, looking at the bathroom door. He walks over and stops in front of the door, grasping the knob, and quietly opening it. He peeks in just enough to see you, and his pupils dilate.

He finally sees your naked body, behind the clear shower door. He sees you washing your hair, watches the soap glide down your body, and lets out a shake exhale.

Oh my god…

Caleb blinks twice, and feels around for his phone, taking it out after finding it while keeping his eye on you. He turns it on and opens the Camera, making sure the flash is off, and takes a picture of you. He feels his pants tightening up, and gulps, stepping back and closing the door. He tilts his head back, and blows out the breath he was holding in. He looks down, and sees a very obvious tent bulging from the crotch of his pants. His jaw clenches as he slips his phone back in his pocket and quietly walks out the room, after hearing the water shut off.

You finish drying off and getting dressed while he sits back down on the couch, pretending to be normal— like he didn’t just see you naked. You walk out the bathroom and retrieve your clothes, throwing them in the hamper along with your towel. You slip on your bonnet after moisturizing your hair, and put on your robe, sliding into your slippers after putting lotion on your feet.

Caleb’s leaned back on the couch with his feet up on it when you get downstairs. He hears you coming and looks over, giving a dimpled smile. “Oh, hey! I was starting to get worried.”

“Sorry, I tried to be as quick as possible. I feel like a bad host for just leaving you here.” You sit on the other couch, closest to the dining room.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I was just watching this show.” He gestures to the TV with the remote, and you recognize it to be Dumb Ways To Die.

You let out a relieving sigh, and take a sip of your water bottle, unaware he was watching you. You put the cap back on and set the bottle down, looking at him to see him already staring at you.

“So… wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” He turns to face you, and sets the remote down on the coffee table.

You raise your right leg and out it over your left knee, looking down your hands as you speak. “I guess I just… miss my husband. He went on a business trip last Tuesday and hasn’t talked to me since he left.”

He leans back again and spreads his legs a bit, relaxing into the cushion. He hums, and looks down at your legs.

“We… got into an argument last week because he was upset I didn’t want kids right now… which is what was happening when you came over that night,” your voice quiets down as you fiddle with your fingers.

He stands up, and goes over to your couch, sitting next to you for your comfort. You look at him then back at the TV before down at the table. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-No, it’s just… we’ve never argued like that before… and I was trying to leave but he was trying to stop me from doing that, so I ran out of the room… and that’s how you and I ran into each other at the door.” You swallow, keeping your gaze away from him.

“Did he touch you at all during that time, though? Even if it didn’t hurt.” He sounds worried for you.

“He just grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving, but that was it.” You look at him when he lifts your arms.

You pull back, and he looks at you, watching you untie your robe and shimmy the sleeves off. You’re wesring a different colored nightgown, but it’s the same silky one from before— thin straps and the panels go down to your mid thigh.

“It didn’t leave a bruise if that’s what you’re worried about.” You watch him grasps your elbows, looking for any spots or marks.

He’s gotten closer, you realize, and it makes you look down at your arms. You feel exposed with the clothing you’re wearing, and when you try to put the robe back on, he stops you.

“It’s too hot for you to be wearing a robe, especially at night in this season.”

“But my clothes…”

“I’m not worried about them. This is your home, you can wear whatever you want, Mrs. Saturn.” His voice and gaze softens.

You give him a shy nod, and look down. “… A-anyways, I just… wish I knew why he was so adamant about us having kids. I mean, I told him there was still so many things I wanted to do, but he just… dismissed them like they were nothing.”

Caleb looks down at your lips then your breast, observing how the fabric shapes around them. He shifts his gaze back up, and cups your cheek, making you look at him. “I’m sorry he did that. You shouldn’t be with a man who talks to you like that. Nobody should be making you feel like your dreams and ambitions aren’t important or worth any time. You deserve someone who’ll support you in all of your adventures and journeys in life.”

You blink, looking him in the eyes. “Caleb…”

His heart flutters when you say his name. You swallow and look away, turning away from him as your heart races. “Th-thanks… that means a lot to me.”

His hands slowly fall down to his lap and he mutely sighs, looking down at your thighs. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Maybe get your mind off things or something?”

You slowly look back up at him, “… like what?”

His left hand raises and caresses your cheek, making your eyes widen a fraction. “I don’t know… I want to be of use to you.”

“U-um… just keeping company is fine,” you whisper, gently taking his hand off your cheek.

He nods, and looks at your lips then back up at your eyes. “Can I… give you a hug?”

You smile a little. “I’d like that a lot.”

He leans forward and wraps his muscular arms around your waist, while you wrap your arms around his neck. You two stay like this for a while, with him rubbing your back to comfort you. You want to cry because of the fight and because you miss your husband, but you already feel bad for dumping your issues on Caleb.

“You feel tense… what’s wrong?” He whispers, pulling away just enough to see the side of your eyes.

Your arms move and hands rest on his shoulders. “It’s nothing, I’m just feeling emotional with everything that happen this week and the last…”

“Hey… look at me,” he cups your cheeks, making you look up at him. “I know he’s your husband, but you shouldn’t be crying over something like this. He hasn’t tried to fix anything with you since that night, huh?”

“… I went to bed that night, and he hugged me and kissed my neck… he apologized for everything that night, but since then, he hasn’t talked to me…” your eyes look away. “Maybe he’s still upset with me or something, I don’t know…”

“And if he is, then that’s his fault, not yours. You deserve to be happy and worshipped, and a dickhead like him doesn’t deserve someone as precious as you.” His voice hardens.

“That’s my husband, you know?” You whisper, chuckling softly and crossing your arms.

“I don’t care. Guys like that don’t deserve people like you because they always try to find problems in every single thing just to make others feel miserable with them. You’re a smart, intelligent woman. You could do so much better.” He whispers back.

“You sound like my mother,” you deadpanned, rubbing your eyes.

He grins, “I think she would like me.”

Your hand falls onto your thigh, and you realize he’s still holding your face. “Caleb.”

“Hm?”

“My face…”

“What about it?”

“You’re still holding it.” His thumbs move to graze the top of your cheekbones.

“What are you doing?” You say lowly.

“Admiring you.” You freeze. “God… you’re so beautiful.”

“… Caleb—” your sentence is cutoff by his lips pressing onto yours.

You gasp in his mouth; your eyes widening as they stare at his closed ones. Your heart thumps harshly in your chest, pumping loudly in your ears. Your hands move up to push him back, but he grasps your wrists. You turn your head away, hearing a quiet smooch! when your lips part.

“What are you doing?” You look at him horrified.

“What does it look like I’m doing, honey?” His right hand cups your jaw before he leans forward again and kisses you deeply.

The force was enough to push you back against the couch’s cushion. His lips connecting to yours brought out sparks you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. Your eyes squeeze shut as he continues kissing you, hugging your waist as you sink further into the couch. Your legs bend beneath him as he shifts onto you, using his right hand to lift your leg up and over his waist. You pull away from his lips again, and he pouts.

“I-I can’t do this, Caleb! I’m married—”

“Do you really think that’ll last?” His hands rest on both sides of your head. “When will you realize that he’s been cheating on you for the last 4 years?”

You freeze, staring up at him. “What…?”

Anthony was cheating on you?

No, that can’t be… but why would he be so persistent on you two having kids now?

“He’s been cheating on you with his coworker. She got pregnant with his kid, but had a miscarriage.” He stared down at you intensely.

“How do you know that…?” You blink twice.

“… I saw them… the only reason he wanted you to have kids now, was so he could fill that void of losing his first child… with her.” Caleb moves to tower over you.

“He stopped loving you when he met her… and got her pregnant.” He whispers the last part.

“No, that… that’s not true.” You shake your head, and push him back.

“You want pictures? I can give you pictures. You want audio proof? You got it. I wouldn’t just say this to say it.” His gaze hardens as he leans down toward your face.

You look in his eyes for a moment. How could he be telling the truth? Why would he wait till now to say anything? You and Anthony had a relationship everyone in the neighborhood adored, and wanted.

Or was it just a front?

Who else knew that he was cheating? Were you the only one that didn’t know?

Your thoughts cut off by Caleb deeply kissing you again. His hands slide to go under your back before his arms curl around you, keeping you close to him. You start to kiss him back after a minute, gradually wrapping your arms around his neck. He devours you like you’re something he regrets missing out on. Your hand cups his left cheek, as you continue kissing him; your eyes shooting open when you feel something poking your pelvis.

You pull away from his lips to breathe, and slowly look down. He follows your gaze, and looks down to see his bulging dick pressing against your pelvis.

“I guess he wants you too,” he jokingly breathes out, looking back up at you.

“I…” you hesitate, swallowing and looking away.

He watched as the gears in your mind turn, and falters a bit when you speak. “We can’t go further.”

“… why not?” He carefully asks.

“I’m… I’m too old for you. This is just… downright wrong and… embarrassing.” You mumbled, pushing him off and getting up.

He stands up, and grabs your wrist, making you turn to look at him. “You’re worried about… us doing stuff because you’re older than me?”

“Caleb, I’m old enough to be your mom. I should’ve never let you kiss m—”

“Don’t say that.” His eyes harden as he gets closer.

“Why not? It’s the truth!” Your arms cross under your chest.

“Because I don’t care about our age. I’m old enough for you. I’m a man. I can take care of you.” He pants lowly, feeling his passion for you drip with his words.

“… you’re not old enough for me. And you can’t take care of me.” You turn and walk out the living room.

“Why can’t I?”

“Because people are going to get the wrong idea! They… they’ll look at me like I’m a… weirdo or something! You’re too young, Caleb!”

“No, I’m not! I have a job, I have my own house! I can take care of you! Just let me in!” He stands behind you, looking down at you as he pleads.

You don’t turn to look at him, but you can almost feel his chest on your back. “Let me love you… let me take care of you and worship you like you deserve.”

He gently turns you around and lifts you chin up to look at him. “Don’t worry about what other people think. This is us, not us plus everyone else. If I wanted their opinion on you as a lover, I’d go and ask them, but I’m not because I don’t care what they think.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Caleb. I’m the more mature one out of the two of us.”

“So, I’m not mature?” He says, almost like he’s offended.

“I didn’t say that.” You rub your face and roll your eyes.

“You’re overthinking it. No one’s going to look at you like you’re a disgusting person or something.” He cups the sides of your neck, making you look up at him. “They don’t know us, and they never will. My heart aches for you, and you only. My heart belongs to you, and you only. I don’t want anyone else.”

His hands move from your forearms to your waist, then slowly wrap around to your lower back, pulling you against him. “See? You fit perfectly in my arms…”

His voice shakes quietly, as he smells your bonnet, gliding his nose down to your cheek and kissing it. “Let me in, princess. Let me love you.”

Your head turns to him, looking at him like he said something strange. Your mind wanders to that night you came home after you left from the argument.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever, princess.”

You blink and push him back a bit, but his hands keep their grip on your lower back.

“What’s wrong?”

You push his hands off you, and his eyebrows furrow. “You were there…”

He blinks.

“You were there i-in my bed… I thought…” you shake your head as you back away from him.

“What do you mean?” He walks forward, but you take another step back.

“I thought it was weird for him to call me princess because he never does… never has…” you keep backing up until your back hits the wall.

Your eyes sting as tears form, realizing that the man that spoke to you that night— hugged you and kissed on you— was not your husband.

“You were in my bed… you were… kissing and touching me…” your eyebrows pinch together tightly.

He stops walking once he’s in front of you and gently wipes your eyes. “And if I said I was?”

You look in his eyes. “Where’s my husband…?”

He tilts his head a bit. “You said he was on a trip, didn’t you?”

You did say that, but you also remember Ms. Stone telling you something smelled horrible in your backyard.

“Where is he, Caleb…”

You watch the light leave his eyes; a darkness overshadows his features. “You don’t need him. He wasn’t worth your time or your love.”

His hand slides down from your left eye to your chest, hovering over your heart.

Your eyes look past his shoulder to the backyard, and he turns his head just a bit. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“You are smart. Smarter than you give yourself credit for…”

“You…” the words stop in your throat. You want to say them, but they’re stuck.

“What? You gonna go to police? Tell on me for killing your husband?” He fake pouts, slowly holding your head and tilting it down, to press his lips on your forehead.

“They would never believe you, sweetheart. I am the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, after all… this whole city is under my control.”

~~

You try to step away, but his hands find your waist, again. He lifts you up, and sets you down on the dining table, slotting himself between your legs. The boy that grew up next door to you was a killer, and he would be getting away with murder. You stare up at him, and he just smiles, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that, honey. It breaks my heart… just a little.”

“Why did you do that…?” You ask quietly.

You feel his hands rub your bare knees, and look down to see him caressing the soft skin.

“Ever since I was 16, I had the biggest crush on you. I always fantasized about you, dreamed about you. I wanted to make you proud one day.” He moves even closer, wrapping your left leg around his hip again.

“But when I found out you were already married, I was annoyed. I hated him. I wanted him out of the way. I wanted you to myself.” You lean back on your palms as he leans forward towards you.

“I knew I couldn’t have you at that moment, with how young I was. So I silently hoped you’d live here for a while… just until I was old enough to take you for myself.” His right hand lifts and his knuckles rub against your cheek, sliding down your neck, collarbone, and slowing down at your chest.

“I was so irritated at the fact he got to see you naked. He got to touch you in ways I could only dream about. He got to kiss you… even in places I imagined… I wanted every inch of you for myself.” That same hand slides around your back and pulls you towards the edge of the table.

“I thought it was just a phase; that maybe I’ll get over you eventually. I convinced myself to get in relationships, sleep around, anything to get rid of those thoughts about you…” his jaw clenches, and he looks down.

“But in the end, every relationship, every one night stand, made me realize that no matter who I was holding hands with… who I was kissing or who I was inside of… you were always there. You were permanently embedded in my mind— you made a home in my heart and have lived there for years.” His voice softens.

“I can’t let you go… no matter what I do… that’s why I needed to get rid of him… he didn’t deserve you anyway.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Caleb.” You gently say, trying not to upset him or tick him off.

“Why not? I forgave you for making the mistake of marrying that loser. I believed that… you just saw something in him others didn’t— that maybe you were just… blinded by fake love. I wanted to help you, guide you on the right path.”

You shake your head, and sigh heavily. “Caleb, I don’t need help. You do! You literally killed someone because he was married to me! Do you not hear yourself?”

You glare at him, conflicted and distressed. But he doesn’t care.

“Sweetheart, you’re the cure. You’re the one thing in this world that keeps me sane. If anyone hurt you, they’d have to deal with me. I don’t care who they are or how old they are.” He looks deep in your eyes. “You are my light. When everything’s going to shit, I think about you, and suddenly, everything’s better.”

“Nobody could make me not love you. You’ve had my heart for so long, and didn’t even realize it.” He whispers.

You stare at him, horrified. You’re not sure what happened in all the years you weren’t with or near him, for him to have turned out like this. But something sparks in your mind.

“Where’s your mom?”

He stares. That’s all he does.

It’s like the words just crashed his brain or something, because he can’t say anything.

You look in both of his eyes, and blink. “Caleb—”

“I don’t know where she is, but I don’t need her.”

“… I can’t help you.”

“Yes, you can. All you need to do is love me… let me love you, cherish you, adore you… that’s all.” He pecks your lips, and you shake your head.

“Come on, princess… you can’t reject me forever… you’re going to realize that I’m the real man you’ve been needing…” he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, and goes down your neck.

You sigh, accidentally tilting your head to the side. He hugs you tightly and ravishes your neck, marking it and kissing it like it belonged to him. Your mind shifts between two things: needing to reject him and kick him out, and reconsidering your previous thoughts and stance on this situation. He did all of this because he loves you. He killed someone because of his obsession adoration for you. You’ve been stuck in his mind and heart for years, and now he has you exactly where he wants you.

“Baby… you smell so good…” he kisses your shoulder, pulling the sleeve of your nightgown down. “… always knew you would.”

He gently pushes you down onto the table, moving your other sleeve down and pushing the fabric down to reveal your breasts. “Fuck…”

His large hands shake as they carefully squeeze the mounds, his heart fluttering at the sound you make when he touches them. “That feel good, baby?”

You look down at him, feeling ashamed, but aroused. “… Y-yes…”

He hums and leans down, taking your right nipple in his mouth. You gasp, and cup the back of his head, grinding your hips into his hand when it touches your wet panties. He takes more of your flesh into his mouth, and licks the erected pebble thoroughly.

“Oh…~” you whisper, biting your lip.

“You’re so perfect… a literal Goddess…” he muffles, sucking your nipple again and groaning.

He lifts you up with ease, and wraps your legs around his waist, making his way upstairs like he knew where to go. You hug his head against your chest, feeling your pussy throb in excitement, and run your fingers through his fluffy hair. He walks into your bedroom and kicks the door closed, laying you down on the bed. You sigh in relief and delight when your back hits the blanket, and look down to watch him go to town on your tits.

“Mmm… I’ve always wanted to suck on these…” he whispers, giving your left nipple the same attention.

“Fuck, mommy… don’t leave me, kay? God, I fucking need you…” he quietly whines, slipping his right hand into your panties to rub your clit.

Your head falls back onto the bed, and you moan quietly.

“You’re so wet for me… I wonder how tight you’ll be when I slip my cock inside.” He kisses down your cleavage, stomach and pelvis while stealthily taking your panties off.

Your head lifts up to look down at him, and you pant, your mouth slacks open when he eyes you from below. “I need to taste you… need your flavor on my tongue so bad…”

Caleb’s mouth opens wide and his tongue hangs out before attaching itself to your slick, and man, does it get you going. Your hands tightly grip the blanket, and he holds your legs up and far apart, giving him full access to all of your beauty. He hums as he takes his time eating you out, making sure to really savor your arousal. He gently sucks on your clit, and your back arches, your hands immediately moving to grip his hair.

“Yes, yes! Grip my hair, princess. Let your baby know how good he’s making your pussy feel~” he muffles, slurping up more of your slick.

He lathers your clit and inner folds with his saliva, like he’s marking his territory, and wiggles his tongue rapidly. He goes on for about 5 minutes, his jaw starting to feel numb, but not caring enough to stop.

“W-wait, p-pull away!” You look at him nervously trying to push him off, but he tightly wraps your thighs around his head.

“Nuh uh. I want it all. Squirt on my face, mommy. Give me everything you have.” His thumb moves and rubs the sensitive bud until you finally splash onto his face.

You moan loudly, feeling your thighs shake as your urethra shoots clear liquid onto his face. He drinks up every drop, while moving his left hand down to palm the painful hard on. He gives your yoni long and slow swipes of his tongue, admiring the sight for a split second before licking it again. His lips suction the area surrounding your clit so he can suck on the pearl, and your eyes roll back.

Caleb pulls away and stands up, leaving you tired and confused, but warm and sticky down below. Your head slowly lifts again, to watch remove his shirt and pants. Your eyes shift down, and see his thick and girthy length curved upward and twitching.

“Sh-shit…” you pant heavily, feeling your yoni getting wet again.

He crawls onto the bed, and lifts your legs up over his shoulders.

“C-Caleb, wait, I—”

“I know, angel. I’ll go slow,” he whispers, looking down as he rubs his tip between your puffy folds.

“W-where’s your condom?” you look up at him.

“I don’t have one… but I’ll pull out, I promise…” he looks up at you and kisses you deeply.

“S-so wet for me… don’t even need lube…” he mumbles, looking back down to watch his length disappear inside you.

“F-fuck, you’re too thick…!” You whine, letting your head roll to the side.

“I know, baby, but it’ll feel so good in a little bit.” He reassures you, palming your tits and kissing your nipples.

He pushes a bit more until he’s completely inside, a thick schlick! noise reverberates when his pelvis meets yours. “Th-there… I’m all the way in.”

He huffs against your shoulder, repositioning himself so he was crouching above you. You look down and stare his dick fill you completely. He sees the look of worry on your face and cups your cheeks once more.

“You’re free now... and I can love you for the rest of my life.” He rubs your eyelids, kissing them gently as he slowly pulls out then pushes back in.

Your tits jiggle with each push he gives, and he can’t help but to stare at them. “You’re just so fucking gorgeous… laying bare beneath me... taking my cock like a good girl…”

You sniffle, and grip his forearms tightly, hearing him groan when your nails dig into his skin. He gradually pistons faster, moaning alongside you. He dives down and attacks your neck, biting and sucking on it as he fucked your cunt.

“Shit… it feels good…!” You give him a pornographic moan, and it sends shivers down his spine.

“I know, honey,” he condescends. “I made you wait so long, and now I have to make up for lost time.”

His hips start snapping against yours, creating a clapping sound each time the skins meet. The bed starts creaking and bumping against the wall, leaving marks as the headboard scapes it paint onto the wall.

“Oh, god, you’re so… d-deep!” You look down with wide, teary eyes, watching him slam down into your cervix.

“As I should be, mommy. My fucking pussy, no one else’s!” He growls, pushing you deeper into the mattress.

Your hands reach up and grip the headboard for leverage, watching him claim your womb that once belonged to your husband. Your toes clench with each pump his dick gives, and your head falls back onto the pillow. He feels so good inside you, you almost forget about the man you were married to.

The man you were supposed to have kids with.

Caleb fucks faster, and harder, trying to go deeper, and damn near drill another hole into you, your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His right hand curls under your head and lifts it up, making you watch as he pounds into your womb.

“You’re gonna watch me breed this fucking pussy, understand?” He growls lowly, staring at your eyes from the side of your face.

“Yes, yes, yes! … Fuuuuck!” You whine, your harsh panting synchronizing with his snapping hips.

Your hands move to hold his arms again, as you stare at his cock fucking you. “C-Caleb! I-I’m gonna cuuum!”

“Do it. Just for me, mommy.” He kisses your temple, and tightens his grip around you when he feels your gummy walls squeeze him.

You cry out when that wave crashes through, and your vision covers with stars. He groans in your ear, as the sound of your wet pussy gets louder, thicker. The squelching and gushing noises rile him up even more. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, and hug him tightly.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last! … need to breed you. Need to make you a m-mommy… for real this t-time” he whimpers, feeling his dick thicken and his orgasm rapidly coming up.

He squeezes your body, and pushes his hips into yours, crushing your ass beneath him and into the mattress. His hands tightly grip your ass, and grind your hips against his as he cums inside your womb. Your mouth slacks open, feet arch, and eyes water as the overwhelming pleasure crushes your soul. His eyes roll back as he grinds his seed into you, making sure it sticks.

“… f-fuck you feel so good… way better than I imagined…” he quietly pants.

You sob and your legs shake, feeling your yoni sucking him in, making him stuck from the suctioning your walls was doing to him. He cradles you against him, and coos in your ear, stroking your hair as he rocks your bodies.

“You did so good for me, mommy… my mommy…” he whispers, pulling back enough to kiss you deeply.

Caleb slides his tongue into your mouth, claiming yet another spot of yours for himself. Your tongues wrestle and coat each other in the other’s saliva. He pulls back after a while, and a string of spit connects your tongues.

“I love you… so much,” he rests his forehead against yours.

You stare at him in a daze, but only one thing comes out your mouth. “I love you too~”

~~

You slobber on the blanket, nearly cross-eyed by the pleasure you’re getting. Caleb holds down the back of your neck, keeping your head onto the pillow as he fucked your yoni from behind. He watches as your ass jiggles with every harsh thrust he gives. Your back’s deeply arched, giving him the perfect view and position to breed you again. You weren’t even worried about your earlier problems anymore. You were too busy getting filled over and over by him to even think.

His cum drips out of you and onto the blanket, slowly accumulating. His balls slap harshly against your clit as he jackhammers into your used cunt. He was still mounting you, but now, both of his hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pumped into you.

“I f-feel even deeper th-than before…!” He stutters out, getting lost in you.

His face is flushed, and sweat drips down his neck and back. He fucks you like a rabid dog, wanting to be impossibly deep inside you— needing to be. You can’t even remember how it got to this point.

“L-look at you wasting my seed… bad mommy,” he smacks your ass, causing a yelp from you.

“‘M s-s-s-sorry!” You bite down on the pillow and tightly grip the bedsheets.

3 hours had passed, and you were so far gone. Caleb had the side of your face and tits pressed against the wall with your back deeply arched. His hands firmly gripped your hips, and he watched as his cum-covered cock disappeared inside you then reappeared. Each push of his length made a drop of white essence formulate on his shaft, gradually trickling down to his balls and dripping onto the floor.

All you could do was moan and whine for him. Beg him to not stop, to keep going until you couldn’t even speak.

And who was Caleb to deny an order from his mommy?

He leaned over and wrapped his arm around your lightly bulging stomach, kissing your shoulder and the back of your neck. “You were made for m-me… see how easy it is for you to just.. get into position and take my cock?”

His hands groped your breast, index fingers and thumbs tweaking and pinching your nipples. All you knew to do was make sounds; trying to say words was energy-consuming, and you didn’t have that anymore. You felt sticky, full, and bloated, but he made you feel like that— made you feel loved and wanted, so you couldn’t be mad about it. He admired how fucked out you looked, and smirked.

“Think you can handle another 3 hours of this, mommy?” He darkly chuckled, causing a cute whine to rumble from your throat.

“I’m nowhere near done with you~”

And you hoped he wouldn’t be.

You prayed that you’d become nothing, but a hole for him to fill every single day. That he’ll tell you to get into a position, so you could have a 6 hour breeding session, and you’ll thank him for giving you the time of day.

But, you shouldn’t thank him. If anything, he should be thanking you for giving him the best pussy ever. He’ll kiss the ground you walk on, dress you in the finest fabrics— just to rip them off and fuck you dumb— and call you his mommy in all of that because that’s what you are.

Zayne rimmed the edge of his wine glass as he watched you talk to your father and one of his other friends. He’d been sitting here for almost 30 minutes, being subtle about his attention on you. The long dress you wore hugged your body perfectly, he almost believes that you chose it for the backless part so you could rile him up.

But, you weren’t aware of his attraction to you.

Your dad was talking to one of the neighbors about something relating to construction, and you tuned out, but felt like someone was watching you. You casually look around the place, not seeing the green eyed man sitting in the distance just watching you. You turned back to your dad to excuse yourself, and walk away.

Zayne follows your figure and stands up, brushing off his suit before walking in your direction. Your pace increased just a bit as you rushed toward the empty hall, deciding to turn in for the night. Zayne finally catches up to you, and slows his pace, just a bit the wider his steps get. He hears you let out a sigh, and sees you stand against the wall; you let out a sigh and rest your palms behind you on the wall.

“Tired?” A voice rang out, and your head turned quickly.

“Oh, Mr. Li! I’m just taking a break,” you watch him get closer and stand in front of you.

“All that talking and standing around has worn you out, hm?” He speaks quietly.

You nod, and lower your head, looking at the ground then tilt it to the side. Your hand comes up to rub the side of your bare neck.

“Does it hurt?” You look up at him.

“Mm just a bit. I don’t know why Marty likes to just, grip the back of the neck when hugging people”.

“Let me see,” he softly suggests, taking 4 steps forward.

You look up at him softly and turn away bit, giving him access your neck. His large hands carefully come up, and rest on your shoulders— rubbing them gently then slowly moving up to your neck. Your heart beats a little faster, feeling nervous and somewhat awkward. Your hands rest in front of your pelvis, closed and layered. Zayne’s thumbs rub circles along the structure where the pain is, and you let out a sigh.

“I’m assuming that feels good?” He whispered.

“Yeah…” you don’t know why you suddenly want his hands in other places.

You can feel him behind you, and something about this was sounding alarms in yours head. Why were you letting your dad’s friend touch you like this? Yeah, it seems normal, just someone giving another person a neck massage, but if someone saw you two, they’d assume something else.

You blinked, feeling his hands caress the side of your throat. You feel a strange warmth forming in your pelvic area and lower region, and squeeze your thighs shut.

But he noticed.

“You’re tense… relax for me,” he continued massaging the area.

You feel tired, but relieved. Your shoulders loosen and drop, feeling vulnerable to the tall man behind you. His hands move to the back, sliding down between the top of your spine then away from your body. You grip your neck, and look at him.

“Th-thanks,” you look away quickly.

“You’re welcome.” He maintains the soft tone.

He continues staring at you with an unreadable expression. He can’t decide if he should take you here and now, or walk away and act like the tent in his oants isn’t bothersome. Deciding to be naughty, his hand curls around your forearm, and he pulls you with him somewhere nearby.

“Huh? Where are you taking me?” You look at the back of his head confused.

He opens a door, and finds the room to be a closet. A tight fit, but you’ll both make it in. He steps in and pulls you in, closing and locking the door.

“W-wait why are we in here– mm!” He cups your face and kisses you passionately.

His left hand cups the back of your neck, while his right hand slides down your waist and to your ass to grip. You stare up at him wide eyed and confused, feeling an odd, but good sensation when he touches and kisses you. He deepens the kiss, and slides his tongue in, making you grimace at the wet muscles. It makes you feel tingly and excited, causing a moan to slip into his mouth.

He pushes you back against the wall, continuing the kissing as he lifts your legs up and around his waist. Your tongue wrestle with each other, having saliva drip out your mouth just a little. Your eyes squint at him, then slowly close, feeling him tilting your head to the side. He pulls himself back, and kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. He reaches a spot that tickles but a moan flow smoothly out your mouth.

Your hands rest on his shoulders as he mouths the flesh and bites on it, needing to mark it. His hands that rubbed your waist, slid up to your breast and gave them a firm squeeze, and his thumbs rub your nipples through the fabric.

“M-Mr. Li, I– ha!” Your left hand grips the wall next to the door, while the other cups his jaw, watching him in dazedly as he pulled your sleeves down.

His right hand gripped the center of your dress’s neckline and pulled it down, revealing your pretty blue bra. He eyes the two mounds confined behind the fabric, and you look up at him innocently, confused, but aroused. He doesn’t speak as he admires the sight, and looks up at you.

“I… I’ve never done this, Mr. Li. I-I don’t know if we should go further,” you swallow nervously.

He steps as close as he can then leans his head down, his face parallel to your breasts. You stare at him with curiosity and concern in your eyes, but his eyes reflect the burning need and lust within him. He carefully pulls your bra down, and clenches his jaw as he watches your tits slip out. You gasp when his hands curl over the lumps and massage them.

“I want to hear you say my name…” he breathes against the flesh, gliding the edge of his teeth in your cleavage.

“M-Mr. Li…” you pant and quietly moan, looking down at his hands.

“Say it.” He quietly, but firmly orders.

He rubs circles around your nipples then press on them like they were buttons. You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together as an exciting feeling spreads throughout your pussy. Your eyes sting to cry in pleasure but you hold back. He leans his head down and kisses your neck again keeping the massaging motion for your lumps.

“Z-Zayne… we should stop. My dad… he might come looking for me,” you whisper.

Your chest rises and falls steadily as he moves up to kiss your clavicle, then back to your cleavage, before finally attaching his lips to your nipple. Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling back as this new sensation courses through you.

“O-oh…!” You breath out, quieting when you hear his soft sighs of delight.

His tongue flicks the pebble, then sucks it again, opening his mouth wider to take more of the flesh.

“Th-this is… wrong– ha– my dad’s gonna kill you…” your lips quiver before you teeth bite down on your bottom one.

You lower your head to watch him kiss and suck on your breasts, and you curl your fingers in his hair, tightly gripping the strands. His hands move to keep yours at your sides, and he holds your forearms to keep you place.

He pulls back, making a soft sound of a suction echo out. He gives both your nipples a long and slow lick, kissing them after. He eyes your face, and stands straight again with the two of you staring at each other.

You’re a panting mess, your hand cups your forehead as if trying to calm yourself down.

“How do you feel?” He whispers, pulling your deess down more.

“U-uh… kind of tired a-and confused… but tingly and warm…”

Your dress falls to your ankles, and his hands gently caress your waist and stomach.

“W-why are you… doing this?” You ask quietly, gasping when his fingers rub your folds through your panties.

“Because I love you. I’ve waited for long to touch you like this… I can’t keep holding myself back, honey…” he lowers to his knees and pulls the fabric to the side, revealing your wetness

“W-wait! That’s not–!” Your eyes widen when his lips connect to your folds, his two fingers spreading them so he can get between them.

“Oh! Mmm!” You shake, and grip his hair again, feeling his tongue reach places you’ve never tried to reach, let alone touch.

He lifts your leg from under your knee and presses it behind you against the wall. You pant and watch him go to town on your wet cunt. Your foot arches, toes clenching when his tongue flicks and rubs your clit.

“R-right there! Yes!” You cry out, feeling him kiss and rub his lips against your other ones.

Your flavor drives him mad, him wanting nothing more than to stay between your thighs forever. And when you squirt on his face, he gets madder and licks up every drop, watching you come apart little by little. You come down from your high, and let out an exhausted sigh.

You thought that’d be the end of it— he takes what he wants then leaves and neither of you ever talk about this again. But when he stands up and gets undressed— his clothes bundling up next to yours— you make the mistake of looking down and seeing his massive, girthy length.

“Th-that’s…” you look up at him terrified, but he cups your cheeks, and kisses you again.

He switches pecks then pulls back, staring deep in your eyes. “You’re a virgin, hm?”

You blink twice, unsure of how he knows, and slowly nod. “I’ll go slow then.”

He lifts your right leg over his left shoulder, and grips his base, rubbing his thick leaky tip against your clit. You shiver, and grit your teeth, getting a deep feeling of shoving him all inside you at once. The little light seeping in under the door, gives you some guidance to the sight, and you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He coats his dick in your juices as he rubs the tip on your yoni’s entrance. You get an intense reaction when his carefully pushes it in.

“I-it hurts… Zayne…”

“I know, love, just hang in there,” his unoccupied hand rubs circles on your lower back.

You pant faster as you both watch his dick slowly disappear inside you, feeling the pain spread further.

“I-I don’t think I can do it!” Your hands grip his shoulders, making his left arm hug you tighter.

“I’m almost in, sweetheart. Just a little longer,” he kisses you to distract you from the pain.

Your walls throb in pain, but squeeze him tight the deeper he gets, and with an inch left to push in, he slams all the way in, echoing out a sound as if something had snapped or locked in place. You gasp in his mouth, but his tongue swirling around yours makes it hard to get any sound out. Drools seeps out your mouth again, slowly dripping down to your chin then your breast.

He pulls back, and you chase affer him, but pull back and look down. “See? I’m all the way here.”

His voice barely shakes as he gently presses on the bulge in your stomach. His left hand moves from your lower back to your right ass cheek, gripping it tightly like he needed leverage. He doesn’t move, needing your tight, gummy walls to adjust to his thickness. A soft, cold breeze flows onto you, and you shiver. Your left arm moves and presses the back of your hand against the wall behind your head.

“I’m going to move now,” he says ever so gently.

He pulls out just two inches then pushes back him st the same pace. Your yoni throbs in pain, but you force yourself to push through. You look up at him, and bite your lip, trying to hold the tears from the pain back.

He left hand temporarily comes up and grips the back of your neck, then his head leans down to kiss you.

“Focus on me, okay? I promise you’ll feel good when the pain dissipates,” his warm and soft voice makes your walls squeeze around him even more.

“But you have to relax for me… you’re suffocating my dick, and I’m trying to not cum so quick, honey.” He breathes lowly as he pulls out an extra inch then pushes back in quick.

His right arm that was wrapped under your lifted left leg, tigtens its grip as he gradually moves faster. A quiet gush can be heard, and he gets harder at it. The pain you felt slowly fades into pleasure, and you shakily mewl.

“How does it feel, my love?” He kisses your lips then your jaw then your neck, and stays there.

“D-different… but good…” you breath out, looking down wearily at his genital sliding in and out of yours.

He groans against your neck and kisses that sensitive spot that makes you tremble. His hands grip your ass hard and move your lower body back and forth on his length. You whine and cry at the new addicting pleasure, it makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy. He meets your thrusts halfway and you moan loudly when his tip pushes into something deep.

He stops, and stares at you. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You look at him wide and doe-eyed, and blink twice. He lifts your other leg over his shoulder, and both of them between his arms so his hands can grip your waist. He barely backs into the wall behind him and holds you up completely, needing to as close as possible.

“W-wait! G-give me a s- ngh!” He’s blinded by the feeling your body gives him in between his palms, and starts thrusting fast.

Skin slaps and reverberates within the small room. His jaw clenches as he rams his tip into your cervix over and over, watching you become a sobbing mess for him. Your shoulders down to your palms rest behind you on the wall, and your head stays down, watching Zayne move quickly and harshly.

“Ngggh! I-it feels good! Ohhh~” you let out a pornographic moan— he’s heard many times while in his room— and pant quickly, almost in unison with each thrust he gives.

“Fuck you feel so good.. always knew you would, princess,” he whispers in your ear, and you stare up at him.

“Shhhit! I- oh god, Zayne!” Your hands move forward to reach out and grip his shoulders for leverage, and he leans forward, caging you between him and the wall.

He fucks you with such speed, he wanted to put another hole inside. It almost makes him feel like a horny teenager. He stops for a moment, and you take a breather. Your mind’s clouded with nothing but pleasure, going from having conflicting feelings to needing him. He carries you, then squats down and lays you on the ground.

Your eyes widen when he lifts your legs up to the side of your head, and crouches over you.

“W-what is this?” You shakily ask, looking down to watch him slide right back in again.

You let out a broken sound, moaning again and again when he thrusts deeper than before.

“This is better… I’m even closer to you, princess,” he curls your body further, and cups your cheeks.

“Look at me. Stare into my eyes while I fuck you and make you mine,” he lowly growls, his fingers pushing deeper into your cheeks and making your lips pout.

“Y-yes sir~” You whine lowly, biting your lip as you stare at him with a loving gaze.

Your feet and lower legs shake and dangle over his shoulders, and he puts you in a bone-crushing hug. He can’t stop. He’s waited too long for this moment.

Too long to breed you.

Your ass pushes against the floor with every push of his hips; the flesh jiggles from the vibrations. Your mind gradually smooths out the longer this goes, releasing any worry, and just needing him and his dick. Your mouth slacks open, letting out every sound you could make.

“I’m gonna cum, angel. Keep it all deeeep inside, okay?” he whispers with a strained voice.

He keeps thrusting at the same speed and slowws down when he’s about to cum. Your eyes roll back after he slams into you and stops moving abruptly. A hot sensation forms somewhere deep in you, and you stare back at the wall you were once pressed against, letting out a much needed, elongated moan. You’re not bothered enough to care if someone hears you.

Zayne grinds his hips, groaning lowly as his dick shoots ropes of white essence into your womb. It quickly fills you then gradually spills out with each pump. He rocks your bodies forward and back, like he was trying to push more of his seed into you. Tears of overwhelming pleasure slide down the sides of your eyes and into your hair while mouth remains open.

He watches your chest rise and fall quickly as you try to come down from your high. Your legs twitch and toes clench tightly, while your head moves to the side facing the door. You’ve become utterly vulnerable for him, and his obsession adoration for you blooms completely, just from staring. His hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head up to look up at him in dazed.

“Mmm… look at you, honey,” he softly speaks. “Out of it and open just for me…”

His thumbs rub your cheekbones, and your pussy quivers suddenly, making you shiver. He quietly hums and hugs you, keeping his dick deep inside. You feel tired and sleepy, and lift your arms to tightly hug him. He kisses your temple, and whispers how you did so good for him, calling you his sweet girl as he gently grinds his hips. He kisses your lips sweetly as you tiredly stare up at him.

~~

Marty walked down the hall, going to use the bathroom, when he heard a strange noise. He looked further down and followed the sound, hearing it get louder the closer he got. He knocks on the door, but the sounds continue. His eyebrows furrow as he rests his ears against the door.

“Fuck! D-don’t… stop, pleaaase!” A familiar voice says, but he can’t figure out who that voice belongs to.

The muffled sound of skin clapping makes him put two and two together. He stares at the door with wide eyes and tries to open it, but it’s locked.

“Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in there?!” He yells, but doesn’t get a response.

Zayne’s hands grip your ass as your hips move up and down his massive length. You had his face pressed into your cleavage as you rode him harshly. You don’t know how long you’ve been in this closet, but you can say for sure that you neither of you would be leaving any time soon. You were so cockdrunk that you couldn’t stop bouncing on him when someone knocked on the door.

“Hey! What the hell are you guys doing in there?!” Someone said, banging on the door.

Zayne doesn’t seem bothered enough by it either, and lifts you off his length. Your legs shake aggressively, and you let out a whine, trying to get back on, but he turns you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He sits up and lays back against the wall, putting his hand back on your waist while the other pushes his dick back in. You both sigh in delight and he moves your hips in sync with his thrusts. His lips find their place on the crevice of your neck again, and you feel one of his hands grab your one of your breasts.

“My perfect girl… taking my dick like a fucking champ…” you mewl at the praise, and give a tired, lopsided smile

“I’m your perfect girl, daddy,” you say quietly, cupping the back of his head so he stays against your neck.

“Yes, you are, honey.”

~

It’s been 2 hours since your dad last saw you, and he wondered if you were okay. He asked around, but nobody would tell him a thing. He looked around and saw Marty walking out of the hallway with his head down. He approaches the man, and the guys jumps.

“Have you seen her?” He asks Marty.

The guy’s too flustered and shocked at what he heard earlier. But he shakes his head.

“I’ve haven’t seen her since earlier. Maybe she went outside or something,” he lies, feeling his heart pound harshly.

Your dad slowly nods and looks toward the front door as he walks away. Marty feels a heavy weight on his shoulderss, and just sighs, taking another glass of champagne from the butler’s tray.

~

Your mouth was slacked open, with drool spilling onto the floor, and yours eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Zayne had your ass up in the air and your back deeply arched while he stood behind you, using your cunt like a fleshlight. His right hand gripped the back of your neck and kept your cheek against the floor.

“Look at my little whore… Taking her older man’s dick like a cock-hungry slut,” he condescends, making you whine and groan.

His massive loads dripped onto the floor, some drops sliding down your thighs, and puddled beneath you. Your hands were squished between the wall and your tits, clenching at the unbearable heat and pleasure.

He leans down, and whispers in your ear: “You’re so stuff with my seed, sweetheart. I can’t stop fucking you… just feel so good, baby.”

A deep noise rumbles from his throat, and his right hand moves and smacks your ass, causing a shaky yelp to slip from your lips. His left hand slides around to grip your throat, tilting your head back just enough for him. He leans down and kisses your lips, furrowing his eyebrows at the softness beneath his lips. Your left hand moves back to the back of his left thigh, gripping the flesh as if telling him to keep going.