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ŕ¨ŕ§ â Caleb has spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood rejecting every admirer who threw themselves at him- returning their homemade lunches, turning down their confessions, never once letting anyone get close enough to touch him like that.
He was too focused. Too loyal. Too busy dreaming about the girl who'd grown up beside him, the one whose birthday made up half of his passwords.
His girl.
And now, finally, after all this time, he has you exactly where he's dreamed of you for almost a decade- beneath him, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes.
God, she's really here. She's really letting me-
His internal thought cuts off when he hears your sweet voice.
"C-Caleb-," you whine pitifully, fat tears beginning to bead along your lower lashes as you squirm beneath him in his apartment you've slowly been turning into a home... "I- I don't think-"
"What's wrong?" He sounds almost boyish in his confusion, purple eyes soft with concern as he brushes sweaty hair from your forehead, "Did I do something-"
"S'too big."
He blinks, tilting his head like the adorable idiot he is, "I'm... no, I'm sure I'm average? I mean, I haven't really compared, butâŚ" his words trail offâŚ
Caleb can do nothing but stare...
How your poor little cunt is struggling, quivering, lips stretched obscenely trying to swallow the first few inches of him...
His length is ridiculous- he realizes that now with sudden, dawning clarity, watching nearly half of his shaft still jutting out from where your bodies meet.
Despite how wet he's gotten you with his fingers and tongue and desperate grinding- despite the slick mess coating your inner thighs, the way you'd gushed around two of his knuckles, the way you'd soaked his chin when he'd eaten you out⌠you're still barely able to take him.
He'd always assumed those whispered comments from classmates back in high school were idle gossip. Locker room flattery he was too humble to believe -even now during showers on the fleet-. Girls giggling behind cupped hands, guys clapping his shoulder with that knowing look...
But now-
Fuck.
Now he understands as he watches you try to adjust.
Watching how your belly flutters with each shallow breath, watching your thighs tremble where they're spread wide around his hips. Watching the visible bulge of himself pressing up against the soft give of your lower stomach when he sinks another inch deeper and you let out this broken little whimper that makes his balls tighten.
He's ruining you. Reshaping you. Your tight little hole wasn't built for this, wasn't made for a cock this fat, this long, this mean- and he can't decide if the thought makes him want to pull out and apologize or grab your hips and bury himself to the hilt just to watch you fall apart.
"Shh, shh, hey." His voice has dropped low, rougher than you've ever heard it, and there's something dark flickering in those usually playful eyes. That possessive edge he's hidden for years, now surfacing as he stares down at where his thick cockhead is trying desperately to sink into your fluttering hole, "I've waited so long for this, Pips... For you. We're going to make it fit, okay? I'll take care of you, just like i always have."
His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. So gentle. So caring. So him.
And then his other hand pins your hip to the mattress as he snaps forward, burying every fat inch inside you in one brutal thrust.
"AHHH- CALEB!!" Your scream tears through his quiet apartment, back arching clean off the sheets as your cunt is forced to stretch around him, walls clenching and spasming helplessly against the intrusion.
It's too much -he's too much-, splitting you open on a cock that has no business being attached to a man who watches you like that. All soft, starving devotion. A loyal pup at the feet of its goddess, even while he wrecks you.
"Pips- oh, fuck, there we go," Caleb groans, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, those pretty eyes rolling back slightly as he bottoms out. His pelvis grinds against yours, the root of him stuffed so deep you can feel him in your goddamn stomach. "You're so tight- shit, is it always like this? Is this-"
"Y-you're my f-first too, you idiot," you sob, and something breaks in his expression.
First. I'm her first. She waited for me too.
"Oh, Pipsqueak," he breathes, and now both hands are cradling your face while his hips stay perfectly still to let you adjust. His cock twitches inside you, and you keen. "My sweet girl. I didn't know. I didn't-" He drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, "I thought- I would've been gentler, I would've-"
"N'just-" You gulp for air, body quaking, "just stay still. M'need to -hah- adjust"
He nods, pressing apologetic kisses all over your tear stained face while his massive length pulses inside your stretched out cunt. But even as he soothes you, that darker part of his mind is calculating.
If I keep her on my cock long enough... if I fuck her through it over and over... her body will learn. She'll mold to me. Only me. She won't be able to take anyone else after this...
Good.
And when your walls finally relax enough for him to move, rolling his hips in a slow, devastating grind that makes your eyes roll back... Caleb learns something else about himself that night...
zayne ⎠he's too overwhelmed seeing you in white .á caleb ⎠you just cannot get your hair right .á xavier ⎠your wedding is in 5 hours and you haven't slept a wink .á rafayel ⎠he finally gets to fuck his bride .á sylus ⎠he's not allowed to see you .á
CW :â: MDNI! unprotected sex (p in v), semi-public sex, blindfolding, spit play, overstimulation, edging, dirty talk, thigh-fucking, creampie, rafayel nearly ebbing, LIs being mushy
ZAYNE LI â
Itâs a modest weddingâjust close friends and family gathered to bless the two of you. Still, youâre getting married. So here you are, dressing together, and Zayneâgod, zayne, is overwhelmed at the sight of you in white. Ready to marry him.
And he doesnât know what to do with it than toâ
ây-yes, use me.â His hand comes up to your chin, grip trembling as he pulls you into a messy, desperate kiss, your lipstick smearing across his mouth. Your wedding dress is bunched at your waist, layers swallowing your husband-to-be as he pistons his hefty dick into you from below. You grind down into him, fingers tangled in his slicked-back hair, holding him there.
âhahâ! how are you deeper than before?â you mewl, face in his neck, sucking marks into his heated skin. âcan feel you sâdeepâŚâ
âyou can, canât you?â he bites back a sound only for it to rip through as a whimper. Your hot, gummy walls spasm around the whole of his length and his hand spreads across your back, holding you flush to him as his hips falter.
His cock twitches inside you before stilling. âon second thought, stay still.â he pulls away. âLet me move. We canât have you getting too hot.â
Heâs moving before you can nod. And all you can do is clutch him tight while his cock grinds into your cervix at each long stroke of his. Your knees dig into the strong muscles of his thighs.
âmmfuuckâ!â you cry, eyes squeezing shut.
âspread your legs. Weâll ruin your dress.â His legs part, guiding you wider for him. and somehow, it gives him enough leverage to pull out of you alllll the way out and then bury himself to the hilt, dragging his thick cock over every sensitive inch of your walls in lewd schlick schlick schlicks despite the layers.
His hand disappears in your dress, fingers brushing over the lace garter around your thigh and then higher to part your soaked folds.
âw-wait Iâm gonna cum.â You tell him. his pace grows desperate.
âmngh⌠donât worry,â he pants, losing whatever composure he had left. âI am too.â
His thumb finds your clit, moving through your slickâdown to your holeâwhere your puffy pussy lips are stretched around him to the limitâand back up to the throbbing bud.
waves of heat roll over your body as you cum with a silent cry. You feel him jump in you, balls tightening against your ass. âfinish in me,â you tell him.
He lets out a strangled moanâunable to muster up the composure to protestâspurting jets of warmth in you, pumping you full of his load. Your spasming cunt wriiings out every last drop of release.
He pulls your face close to his, nose bumping with yours as you come down together. He places a small, shy kiss on the bridge of your nose.
âshall we go get married now?â
CALEB XIA â
It was supposed to be right. And it wasâon paper. It was a wedding ripped right out of the cheesy dramas you binge. except. Your hair didnât get the memo. Your bridesmaids sat helpless while you handled it in tearsâonly to toss the curling wand away.
âheyy, whatâs wrong?â caleb invites himself in the room. The women step out immediately. Â Screw the not-seeing-the-bride-before-the-wedding bad luck. This was bad enough.
You sniffle, pressing your face into his chest. âcaleb itâs all falling apartâŚâ you look up at him with teary eyes and before you can even stop yourself, your lips crash against his.
âfuck babyâyouâre extra soft today, mm?â his long cock pummels into you. his hand reaches down, peeling away a layer of your dress. âhold it up fâme, pips.â
Youâve clutching the thick layers against your chest like your life depends on it while your fiancĂŠ absolutely obliterates your leaky cunt one thrust at a time. âs-slow down âlebâŚâ you whimper, back arched like a bow for him.
âslow down? how do you plan on making it on time to our wedding?â he chuckles, leaning down to spread your swollen, slick coated pussy lips to reveal your pulsing little bud for him. he drools at the sight. And doesnât let it go to waste. His warm spit lands on your aching bud, trickling down to mix with the juices you ooze out.
He watches the way your poor, overstretched cunny still manages to swallow himâand god he knows heâs too big for you but look at you. tears prickling at your eyes, whimpering under him dressed in white to be married to him. how on earth did he get so lucky?
âmâso cloooseâ!â you whine, thighs attempting to press together.
âgood god, pips. Yâlook so pretty round my cockâŚâ he groans. His hand curls around your thighs hiking it up, letting his fat cockhead drill its way into your sinfully soft channel. His thumb brushes against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, making you yelp beneath him.
it doesnât take long for you to finish, clamping around him in wet pulses that his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Still, he keeps moving. He keeps pounding you through that vision blanking orgasm, until youâre practically sobbing under him.
âmmfâplease⌠sâtoo muchâhic!â and still, you make no attempt to escape. Youâre exactly where you want to beâyour overstimmed pussy being bullied into another orgasm.
âjusâ like that, keep clamping baby. Iâm right thereâŚâ he pants, leaning down to kiss a tear away. âyouâll let me cum in you, right? Let caleb stuff you full?â
ây-yes! yes pleaseâoh?!â His dirty talk alone tips you over the edge again, milking him for his release. And he does. Ropes after ropes after ropes of hot, creamy cum pumping into your pussy.
And when you finally calm, he gathers your hair, fixing it into an elegant low bunâmurmuring quiet âthank youâs through sniffles for marrying him.
XAVIER SHEN â
âI couldnât sleep either.â You jolt at your fiancĂŠâs voice behind you. Youâre ecstatic. And in that excitement, you were dressed and ready before time. In 5 hours, the wedding you dreamed of begins. an early morning ceremony, walking the aisle under stars, sealing it with a kiss as sunlight finally breaks.
The venue lies hushed as you stand together on the balcony, gazing down at the flowered arch where youâll soon be married.
âxavângh!â you grip the railing harder. Your pussy moulds so perfectly around your fianceâs cock, stretched obscenely wide.
His hand reaches around your throat to tip your chin up to have you watch the place youâd soon say vows at. âa-are you sure this will help you sleep?â his voice sounds too normal for his actions.
Heâs nearly jackhammering into your velvety hole, causing it to squelch and ooze more of your love juices down your thighs. His foot nudges your legs farther apart, the need to drill deeper into you consuming him enough to bury his face in your hair and groan low.
âmmhm, mhm yeâah!â you nod, hips pushing back to meet his deep pounding. âdonât want eye bags.â
By the pace at which heâs ramming into your pussy heat, you can already imagine itâimagine yourself walking toward him with shaky legs, his cum still leaking down your thighs. Fuck. Thereâs no way you were going to clean up after your session. Your legs are quivering at this point, held apart only by his knee.
âalright,â he murmurs, halting entirely. You bite back a whine. âkeep them pressed if you want it that way.â He pulls out. His fingers find your gaping hole, two plunging in to coax out translucent strings of your arousal and his pre cum, smearing it between your thighs. And thatâs when you feel the fat head of his cock againâpushing its way where your plush thighs press the tightest, and yet, making sure that your swollen clit isnât left out.
âyou keep looking at the arch,â he leans in, one of his hands guiding his cock between your syrupy slit. Your thighs press harder. Youâre so close but thereâs no way youâre cumming empty like this. He lets out a chuckle, soft enough to be mistaken as innocent. âare you going to cum to the thought of our wedding?â
He breaches your puffy lips again, sliding in with ease with the lewd amount of slick gathered there. âfilthy girl⌠Iâm right.â His hand presses down on your lower back, arching you for him as he buries himself balls-deep.
âoh! Hicâjust⌠just let me cum, already!â you clamp around him, all the obscene ideas making your pussy walls stir.
Xavierâs fingers spread your ass cheeks for him and he sinks deeper than ever. You let out a choked sobâvery close to rutting your needy clit against the glass if he keeps you on edge any longer. âitâs okay. Iâm thinking of that too,â
He pinches your clit once and that has you creaming around his pulsing length. Your pussy clamping around him like heartbeat has him finishing too, keeping you plugged like that for a moment until you come down from the high.
âthereâs no way I can sleep after this,â you pout. Xavior huffs out a fond laugh behind you.
âpfft okay, weâll take a long nap together after the wedding,â
RAFAYEL QI â
You wanted to give him something unforgettable for your weddingâsomething truly special, because heâs been certain about marrying you for as long as you can remember. No exaggeration. And you knew simple nudes wouldnât cut it.
Until an evil idea pops in your mind. You were no stranger to his âbride kinkâ. So why donât you just play with that?
âfuckfuckfuck cutiieee,â he whines pathetically.
his eyes are snapped shut. All he can do is push his stuttering hips flush against yours, feeding your leaking cunt more of his stout inchesâall while holding your dress as far away as he can from the mess. Your hole pulses, dribbling out a mixture of your cream and his pre cum that his angry red head canât stop spilling.
âmngh youâre suuuch an angelâhah!â he grips your thighs, holding them apart as he destroys your overstimulated cunt. âsuch an angel for letting me fuck this pretty pussy in your wedding dress babymmffââ
Heâs made you cum several timesâon the pink muscle in his filthy mouth, his slender fingers and even on his pretty cock. And yet, he hasnât finished onceâholding back for lord knows what.
âra-raf sâenough already!â you whine. It only spurs him moreâhe buries himself to the hilt, nudging your spongy spot, now swollen from his cruel overstimulation. âweâre gonna be late. Just cum!â your hips chase his as he pulls back and then with a lewd schliiick, slides back home.
âI know I know,â he rasps out too quickly. Heâs flushed, dazed. Delirious. And god help you, itâs pushing you closer to that delicious edge. âwanna hold it out. Wanna tattoo the patterns of your pussy walls onto my dick,â
You let out a groan at that, walls fluttering around him in response. He starts moving once again. long brutal strokes, massaging you perfectly, warming you for yet another orgasm.
âIâm gonna cumâŚâ you tell him, your hand coming down to rub your clit. He frowns before swatting your hand away with a pout, replacing it with his.
âme too,â he says fucking finally. âmâgonna fill my pretty little bride up.â he angles his cock to your sweet spot, making you cum so hard that you see stars.
âohhh baby fuckâ!â he groans deep, hips faltering as he spills into you. âtake my cum, my pretty bride. Love feeding your wombâŚâ he pumps his load into you, as deep as your body can take it. Until he begins to meltâ
you nearly kick him away before he can start again.
âow! What was that for?â he looks down, momentarily admiring the trail of white dribbling from your hole before he jumps to his feet.
âuh-oh uh-oh!â he grabs a rag and cleans you up in time.
And later, as you walk down the aisle toward him, you both canât stop breaking into ugly, snotty laughter at the memory.
SYLUS QIN â
âboss lady!â
âboss-manâs back!â
The only downside to marrying the leader of Onychinus was the interruptionsâeven on your wedding day. You believed Sylus when he said you wouldnât have to dirty your dress over âpests,â that heâd handle it himself. Still, that didnât stop you from pacing, restless as you waited for him to return.
âhow scandalous,â he lets out a rumble of laugh as you fuck yourself on his impossibly fat dick. âmy fiancĂŠ ravaging her husband-to-be while our guests outside wait for us to be wed,â
âconsummating our marriage before weâre even maâ"
âmmffuck! B-be quiet, sylus.â His cockhead brushes against your sweet spot and you keep him there, grinding.
His fingers hook under the blindfold to see that fucked out expression on your face that only his dick manages to poke out of you. âdo-donât! keep it on.â You swat his hand away. He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender.
âI canât see you before the ceremony but you can fuck me? youâre only following rules that are conveniââ you silence him with a kiss, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip. He hisses, before kissing you fervently, holding you still as he pistons his cock into you, just where you want it. You sob into his mouthâall which he happily swallows.
He flips the two of you. âsylus donât take itââ
âmm im hurt, kitten. do you truly think i need to see you to fuck you proper?â with that, heâs dragging you to his hips, sheathing himself back into you.
âsy o-oh!â your voice cracks as you let out a screamâtoo far gone to care about the people murmuring outside. âmâgonna cum,â
Sylus leans down, his hot breath fanning over your temple. âI know you were worried. But we are getting married.â He promises, his pace slowing to deep, long thrustsâstill managing to knock the air out of your lungs. You sob out, nodding in agreement. âright after I make you cream,â
His hips slam into yours, each thrust punching out choked sounds out of you. his fingers find your clit, gathering all that syrup youâve dribbled for him. and ohhh the way he touches you down there is nothing short of obscene. A stark contrast to your perfect, innocent white wedding dress youâre getting fucked in.
He massages your pussy lips, fingers moving from your wide-stretched hole, to your clit and back down. he parts your slit only to close your puffy pink lips back around his length as he spears into you with reckless abandon.
Your back feels like it snapped in two as you finish, chanting his name. one more thrust into your juicy, quivering hole has him pumping his thick load into you.
âam I to marry you in this?â he plays with the edge of the cloth over his eyes, still huffing. Â
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercoreâone of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
oh no! today just happens to be peak ovulation day...
STARRING: caleb, sylus, zayne, xavier, & rafayel [separate] x f!reader
CW: needy bsf!caleb, dry humping | husband!sylus, breeding | lots of reader solo play (sorry snow girlies i failed us w this one), mirror sex | light somno?, eating out | teasing, orgasm denial
happy late valentines day <3 i hope i proofread good enough lol
âŽâËâ caleb
The soft glow of the tv is the only light in the room, flickering blues and golds across the walls. Rain taps gently against the windows in a soothing beat, an excuse you happily use to curl a little close to Caleb on the couch. Best-friend movie nights were a ritual. You never missed them. Caleb never missed them. One night a month where the world didn't exist and it was just the two of you, uninterrupted.Â
And tonight just happened to be the night for your body to betray you.Â
Youâd been squirming for the last five minutes, trying to find a position that doesnât make you hyper-aware of the stickiness that won't stop gushing into your panties. First youâre to hot, then youâre too cold. Every brush of the blanket feels like too much.Â
You huff and pull back from Caleb, slumping into the cushions and pretending to watch a scene you havenât followed for the last twenty minutes.Â
He glances sidelong. âYou alright?â
You nod too fast, cheeks heating as you tug the blanket higher, squishing your thighs together, praying the movement looks causal.
âAre you sure? Youâve been⌠I dunno⌠weird tonight.â
âWeird?â you squeak. âWhat do you mean?â
Caleb turns fully toward you, and you stubbornly keep your gaze locked on the screen. Something shifts in the air under his attention, the room warming and suddenly shrinking two sizes too small.Â
âHey,â his voice is gentle. âLook at me.â
You swallow hard, finding your will, and turn your head.Â
Calebâs eyes are wide, but not with concern alone. They drift over the blanket wrapped around your body, then back to your face, soft but intent.Â
âYou donât have to lie,â he murmurs. âI can tell youâre uncomfortable.â
âIâm not!â you defend quickly. âI could never be uncomfortable with you. Iâm just⌠having one of those daysâŚâ
âYeah?â His voice drops then, like he already knows. He shifts just an inch closer and it makes everything worse. âYâknow you donât have to lie to me, pips.â
You close your eyes, exhaling. Heâs not going to let it go.
âItâs just⌠that day during my cycle,â you mutter, fingers twisting in the blanket. âIt⌠makes me all flustered andâŚâ you trail off, never more embarrassed.Â
âCan I help?â
Your eyes snap open. âW-What?â
âCan I help?â he repeats, already moving closer to crowd your space. Large arms brace on either side of your hips. His gaze goes hazy, hungry in a way youâve never let yourself notice before. âPlease?â
You choke on a gasp, the sound breaking into a needy whine. Your mind pulls in two opposite directionsâyour pussy throbbing helplessly at the offer while your heart twists at how much could change if you give in.Â
The decision is made for you. Caleb sees the hesitation, but the desire in your eyes win. His lips crash onto yours.
You melt instantly. Of course you do. Your fingers tangle in his hair, dragging him close while you pant into his mouth like youâve been craving this for far longer than just tonight.Â
Your heart pounds in time with the pulse between your thighs, completely soaking you through the dainty fabric.Â
No more words. Caleb's hands do the talking, rough and impatient as they yank your shorts down your legs. His gaze immediately darts to your panties and he groans low in his throat.Â
âOh my⌠fuckâŚâ he breaths, already shoving his sweats down. âWhy didnât you let me help you earlier?âÂ
âIâI was embarrassed.â You admit, failing against the cushions.Â
âYou never have to be embarrassed, babyâŚâ the pet name curls around you, warm and possessive. âNever for this.âÂ
He settles over you, sweats pushed low but boxers still on. His cock is painfully hard, straining against the fabric, but he doesnât touch himselfâjust presses the thick length right against your soaked, cotton covered core.Â
You gasp, the contact is electric, exactly what your pussyâs been begging for. Caleb dips down and captures your lips, the kiss turning messy almost instantly. You cling to each other, exhaling loud out of your noses to not separate. His hips drag, pulling sweet little whines from your throat.
Calebâs lip part as a raw moan slips free, his lips still dragging wet kisses across yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded and completely fixated, like he canât believe this is real. The hard line in his boxers grinds against the thin cotton covering your heat again.Â
Best friends definitely werenât supposed to be doing this. But the forbidden edge tastes so sweet, and the simple, devastating fact that itâs him, only makes it more addictive.
You lift your hips aggressively, chasing friction when the head of his cock brushes your swollen clit through the layers. Your panties are drenched now, letting him slide easily, every drag spending sparks up your spine. The wrongness of it, the rightness of him, is intoxicating.
Your sweet, protective best friend, reduced to nothing but a man desperate for any form of contact from you.
âPipsâŚâ he groans, pressing harder. âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
A wicked smirk curves your lips before you pull him back into a messy, open-mouthed kiss that's full of a hunger neither of you wishes to hide. Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, then your tongue soothes the sting.Â
His large hands roam up from your hips to squeeze your breasts through the thin fabric of his t-shirt youâd stolen tonight. Youâall bare legs, skimpy panties, and his shirtâhas him twitching in his boxers.Â
âFuckâŚâ he pants, pulling back from the kiss, but never stilling his shallow thrusts. Conflict suddenly flashes in his eyes. âWeâŚwe shouldnât beâah!âdoing this.â
You manage a sweet, dangerously innocent voice, slowly rocking your hipsâjust once, over his throbbing need. âW-Why not, Caleb? Youâre just helping me. WeâreâŚmmphâŚnot doing anything wrong.â
He groans at the obvious lie, bracing himself on his forearms to suspend his weight over you. His muscles are wound tight, straining against his restraint, which crumbles with his next sentence.
âI need to⌠see you,â he grunts. âSee what Iâm doing to you, pretty girl.â
Before you can think, his trembling hand hooks your panties aside. The choked sound he makes at the sight of your glistening, swollen pussy, goes straight to your core, then heâs slamming his still-clothed cock right over your directly exposed wetness.
His hips lose rhythm, jerking wildly in a desperate, uncoordinated rut. His cock throbs violently in his boxers, chasing a release he canât hold back. The friction is filthy, intoxicating, your whimpers mixing with his wrecked moans.Â
âSo beautifulâŚâ he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. âGod, youâre so beautiful, honey.â
The most captivating sounds spill from Calebâs lungs, a mix of whimpers and guttural moans as a sudden warmth blooms and soaks the material of his boxers, seeping out onto your puffy core. He collapses forward, breathing ragged against your ear.
âDid you justââ
âMhmmâŚâ he hums, voice shaky but completely unashamed. âAll in my boxers. I couldnât help it.â
You huff a gentle laugh, still trembling with want, thighs slick and aching. âWanna do it inside me now?âÂ
âŽâËâ sylus
Your bare feet pad into your shared bedroom, steam spilling out behind you and curling along the ceiling like a lingering sigh. Droplets cling to your skin, sliding down the curve of your throat and between your breasts before disappearing beneath the collar of your robe. You tug the fabric tighter, shifting your hips as the restless heat returns low in your belly.
The bath had meant to ease the tension that haunted you all day, yet all itâs done is make you more aware of it.
To your surprise, Sylus sits propped up against the headboard in nothing but a pair of black pajama pants, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, a book open in his hand. He must have returned home while you were submerged.Â
The second you step into the room, his gaze lifts slowly and pins you in place. The pupils in his eyes widen, something soft but hungry in his gaze.Â
He knows exactly what today is.Â
âCome here,â he says sweetly, patting the mattress beside him.
You oblige without hesitation, climbing onto the bed and crawling up the sheets before flopping onto your stomach with a muffled groan. The cool fabric against your flushed skin makes you shiver.Â
âYou didnât enjoy your bath?â he hums, palm gliding over your robe-clad back in slow, soothing passes that only only makes the ache worse.Â
âNo, I did,â you mumble into the pillow. âIâm justâŚâ your voice trails off, embarrassment tangling your tongue. The words feel too exposed, even to your husband.Â
âI know.â His tone drops, husky and threaded with quiet amusement. âYouâre so warm.â
The mattress dips as he shifts to settle behind you. Strong fingers slip to your front to find the tie of your robe and loosen it, peeling the damp silk from your shoulders. His lips follow the path of exposed skin, pressing hot, lingering kisses along your shoulder blades.Â
âYou even smell sweet today,â he murmurs against your skin.
Heat floods all over again, a slick gush seeping from your sweet hole and onto the mattress. A quiet whimper slips free as you lift your hips, brushing your ass back against the firmness straining beneath his pajama bottoms.Â
âSylusâŚâ you breathe.Â
âYes, kitten?â his hands slide down to your hips, thumbs kneading the soft skin. âUse your words.âÂ
He rolls his hips forward in a slow grind, letting you feel the heavy weight of him exactly where youâre aching most.
âI need youâŚâ you whimper, voice small.Â
Sylus smirks, peppering kisses just beneath your ear. âAnd why do you need me?â
You're grateful your face is buried in the mattress because your cheeks burn instantly. His teasing is gentle, but relentlessâhe wants to hear it. Â
âBecauseâŚâ you swallow. âyou know⌠âm ovulating.â
Sylus groans as he presses his cock deeper against you. Your robe is peeled down your arms, the silk whispering against your skin as it gives way before itâs tossed aside. Cool air kisses your heated skin, replaced quickly by the warmth of his body hovering over yours.
âIs that so, kitten?â his hands trails down your bare back, fingers tracing every dip of your spine. âDo you want me to take care of that for you?â
âPlease.â
A kiss is pressed to your head before he lifts himself long enough to push his pajamas down. You feel him a second later, the gentle tap of his cock once against your ass, a bead of precum smearing onto your skin. The sensation makes you shudder, hips instinctively pressing back for more.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands spread over your lower back, keeping you still. âYouâre so wet for me.â
His cock drags slowly between your slick folds, the glide torturously slow. You can feel every vein, every pulse, your pussy clenching around nothing as he coats himself in your arousal. Praise falls from his lips in soft murmursâgood girl⌠so sweet⌠so ready for meâeach word sending another wave of heat through you.
When he finally lines himself up and begins to push inside, it's agonizingly slow. Sylus wants you to feel every stretch until youâre gasping into the sheets, fingers curling into the favor. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip while his forehead presses between your shoulder blades.
At first, itâs gentle. Deep, steady thrusts rock your body forward, the headboard tapping the wall in rhythm. But your soft, broken mewls and the way you push back against him, smearing your slick heat across his abdomen, wears down that compose.
Fingers dig into your hips, tightening until youâre certain the marks will linger. The pace quickens, each thrust landing harder than the last, the quiet room filling with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin and the desperate hitch of your cries. He has you exactly where he wants you.Â
Well, almost.Â
His arm snakes around your waist while his other hand splays possessively across the top of your spine. The weight of him forces your body into a deep, supplicating arch that maximizes the depth.
There.
He grunts a low, satisfied sound as your walls flutter around him in reply to the new angle. âYou like that, sweetheart?â
A round of sharp, breathless inhales answers his question. âY-yesâhiccây-yes!â
His hips surge forward violently at the sweet sound, losing any remaining gentleness.
âIâm so deep like this, kitten,â he gasps, each word punctuated by the heavy slam of his cock driving into you again and again. âCould stuff you so full right nowâŚâ
A needy whine spills from you, drool dampening the pillow as pleasure muddles coherent thoughts. âC-Could you n-now?â The question tumbles out with a desperate sincerity between gasps.
Sylus leans forward, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. âI could. And youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
A shudder runs down your spine as he pulls you upright against him, your back flushed to his chest. Your head falls onto his shoulder, baring your throat. He takes immediate advantage, slowing his frantic rhythm to deep, punishing thrusts that make your toes curl while his lips work at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking dark love bites onto the supple skin.Â
âYouâre already so beautiful,â he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he drags himself out to the tip before slamming back in, forcing a sob from your lips. âImagine how beautiful youâd be swollen with me rightââ
His hand slides from your waist to your stomach, palm spreading wide as his fingers splay possessively over the skin there.
ââhere.â
Your eyes flutter shut as the image floods your mindâround and full of him. The thought alone makes your pussy clench, slickness leaking down his length in a fresh rush.Â
âOh, youâd let me, wouldnât you, kitten?â His hand glides upward, fingers curling around your jaw, firm but tender as he tilts your face back towards his. He needs to see you, need to see the honesty in your eyes. âYouâd let me fuck a baby into you?â
The words ignite something molten in your core, spewing a string of moans from your lips. Your gaze locks with his, and the seriousness in his expression steals what little breath you have left.Â
His grip on your jaw tightens just enough to keep your focus as his thrusts pick up again. âWords. Use them.â
âY-Yes,â you sputter.
âYes what, sweetheart?â
âYes Iâd l-let youâhah!âfuck a b-baby into me, Sy!â
A strangled growl tears from his throat. Your answer unlocks something feral in him. His pace turns ruthless, ramming his cock into you with one intention.
âGonna fuck you so full, sweetie,â he promises hoarsely. âIâll make sure itânnghâtakes.â
Heâs already throbbing inside you, completely captivated by the sheer thought of getting you pregnant. His lips crash against yours in a heated, desperate kiss, swallowing your moans as his movements grow sloppy with need. With a groan that rumbles through both of you, his tip slams against your soft cervix, releasing hot pulses of his seed. He doesnât stop, rolling his hips in slow thrusts to ensure it took.Â
When he finally stills, he rests his sweaty forehead against yours, a dazed smile tugging at his lips.Â
âWe have to ensure it takes, kitten,â in a smooth motion he flips you both, letting you sit atop him. âShow me how badly you want it.â Â
âŽâËâ zayne
You watch the clock tick past, the small hand resting on the hour, officially signaling that Zayne is off shift.
Unfortunately, he still wonât be home for at least another hour. Judging by his lack of reply to your texts, thereâs probably mountains of paperwork, last-minute calls, and traffic standing between him and this house. Youâll be lucky if you see him before nightfall.
You groan, slumping against the edge of the bed, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. The one day you really need Zayne, and heâs nowhere in sight.
Your body aches with need, each pulse a reminder that ovulation has turned you feral. Heat blooms in your lower belly, soaking your panties, and you can't stop pressing your thighs together to try and relieve it.Â
Your gaze flicks to the mirror. Your reflection stares back with flushed cheeks. You bite your lip and glance at the clock again. There is a solution.Â
Zayne will probably be exhausted when he gets home. If you take care of yourself now, you can tend to him later.Â
Fuck it.Â
With zero ceremony, you kick off your shorts, the fabric of your soaked panties clinging to your pussy. Your cheeks burn an even deeper crimson as you push them down, peeling away the damp material and leaving your lower half exposed to the reflective glass.Â
Desperation makes your movements sloppy. Your fingers dip inside your dripping cunt, index and middle finger instantly slick with your need. You twitch as they withdraw, then drag up to twirl them in gentle circles over your swollen clit, shivering at the surge of pleasure.Â
A tiny moan escapes your lips, high and breathless. It's been a while since youâve touched yourself soloâbecause you usually have Zayne. But tonight, heâs just an image in your head, and that thought alone is enough to make you squirm.Â
You mimic his touch, spreading your folds and teasing your swollen bud just like he would. Stop. Start. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing the delicious burning building in your core.Â
âZ-ZaynieâŚâ you whimper to the air, eyes flicking to your reflection, watching your pussy flutter around what would be his cock if he were here. Your thighs threaten to slam together, but you force them apart.Â
You lose yourself in the sensation of your fingers' newfound rhythm. Pressure builds, threatening to boil over the edge. Your breath catches, lips parting in moans that are muffled but urgent.Â
And thenâ
Your eyes snap open and they arenât just seeing you in the mirror. Zayne is in the doorway, tie loosened from work. His expression is unreadable, but dangerously hungry. His arms are crossed, like heâs trying to seem annoyedâbut you know that look. Heâs definitely turned on and fully amused by your shame.Â
âShitâmmghâZayneâ!â you squeak, yanking your hand back and slamming your thighs together as if that could hide the evidence of your crime.Â
He steps in slowly, never breaking eye contact as he sets his glasses on the nightstand.Â
âItâs notââ you start, then stop, as you realize it is. âIâm sorry, I just⌠ugh.â You bury your face in your hands, cheeks burning hotter than ever.Â
âThereâs no need to be ashamed,â he says evenly, taking a single step in the room. âContinue.â
You glance at him, confused. âBut Zayneââ
âDid I misspeak?â His voice is unnervingly calm.Â
âN-No,â you stammer. âB-But I donât understand. I only did it because you werenât here, and now that you areââ
âThat doesnât change anything.â He interrupts, voice low and commanding. âYou were doing it when I wasnât here. You couldnât wait. So go ahead. Finish without my help, just like you intended all along.â
A shiver runs through you. His words are cold, but utterly thrilling. You stare at him, searching for a crack in his expression that isnât there.Â
Swallowing your embarrassment, you part your thighs again and place your hand back between your legs. The time you look at himânot at the mirrorâas your fingers slide inside yourself. Your slick folds glisten under the bedroom light, fully displayed for him, yet he doesnât even look. Zayne moves around the room, loosening his cuffs, rolling his shoulders, and going about his normal post-shift like youâre not bare and dripping a few feet away.Â
The normalcy of it makes your stomach twist. Heâs doing it on purpose, and every second he doesnât look is a silent command to keep going.Â
So, you continue. The pressure builds, unbearable now, and you bite your cheek to hold back a moan. âZayneâŚâ you pant, eyes fluttering shut as you buck helplessly into your own hand.
Before you can register it, heâs crouched beside you. His presence is sudden, the faint scent of soap and hospital antiseptic clinging to his skin. When his voice comes, itâs soft, but firm. âAre you going to come?â
You nod, breath hitching, unable to answer. His hand darts out, cradling your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as he tilts your face towards the mirror.
âWatch.â
You whimper, locking onto your reflection in the glass. Your fingers move of their own accord, gliding across your puffy clit as you push yourself over the edge. Your body trembles and tips sideways, instinctively leaning against him as the waves roll through you.Â
But he isnât done with you.Â
You canât even fully recover, because suddenly heâs pushing off his pants, his cock springing free before heâs settling in right behind you. One hand tugs greedily at your shirt, dragging the fabric up and off so your tits spring free, nipples tightening instantly in the cool air at the heat of his stare in the mirror.Â
âCâmon,â he orders quietly, fingers digging into your hips as he guides you back. âRide me.âÂ
You flush as you move to hover over him, still sensitive from your release. The reddened tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, smearing the sticky precum as you line him up with shaky hands.Â
âYou get so needy when youâre ovulating,â he murmurs, amusement threading through the lust as he fixates where you will be joined. His hips raise once to poke your entrance in impatience.Â
âH-How do youââ
He chuckles under his breath, nipping your shoulder. One hand slides up your side to pinch your perked nipple, then swipe the bud of his thumb over it to soothe the sting. âYou think I don't know my sweet girl?âÂ
You whine and shake your head before you sink slowly onto his length, a lewd moan spilling free as the stretch makes your thighs tremble all over again.
But the pace is too slow for Zayne. His fingers flex, then grip your hips and pull you down until you're seated flush against him, his swollen tip nudging your cervix.
âIs it better than your fingers, love?â he asks, lips brushing the curve of your spine as his hand smooths up your back, pressing lazy kisses against the overheated skin.Â
âMmm, y-yes. F-Fuck, yes,â you whimper, rolling your hips while your eyes stay glued to the mirror. Your breasts bounce with every motion, your juices slicking his pelvis. The obscene intimacy of watching yourself take him making your stomach flutter.Â
A breathy, almost strained groan slips from him. Zayneâs grip tightens, just shy of rough, as his thumbs dig into the soft flesh of your lower back.
âThatâs it⌠look at you,â he mutters, voice dipping darker, a little mocking. His cock twitches inside you as he leans in, lips grazing your ear. âI love how you feel like this. When your bodyâs begging for me.â
You clench at the words and ride him harder, chasing the friction. The mirror shows everythingâyour flushed face, his hungry eyes, the way he watches you fall apart for him.
âNext time,â he groans, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts, never once breaking eye contact with your reflection. âYouâll wait for me.â His hand slides up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. âOr at least send me a picture. Understood?â
Your pussy throbs in time with your heart, moans punching out from each snap of your hips colliding. âY-Yes! I understandâ!âÂ
âGood. Now come for me again.âÂ
âŽâËâ xavier
Your eyelids flutter to the barely-there presses of his lips.Â
It starts on your cheek, then trails to your jaw. You keep your eyes closed as he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent before peppering a few more kisses along the sensitive line beneath your ear. His breath is warm and uneven as he savors you before you fully wake.Â
Your body reacts subconsciously, shifting closer to him and giving a tiny shiver at the affection so early in the morning. If you had to guess, the sun hasnât even risen. The world feels dim and soft, wrapped in the stillness.
Youâre aware you lie on your side. Of the weight of the comforter. Of the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your back.Â
Youâre also aware of his stiffness pressing against youâbut it floats through your mind like a distant thought, something you register without fully grasping.Â
âGood morning, angel.â Xavierâs voice is a hoarse rasp near your ear, signaling that he too just woke. His hips subtly shift, pressing him more firmly against you before he exhales. âYou can go back to sleep, lovely.âÂ
You hum in reply, still drifting. His hand glides down the curve of your waist, slow and absentminded at first, like heâs memorizing the shape of your curves. The touch keeps you suspended in the blissful space between dreaming and realityâwhere every sensation feels warmer, heavier, and sweeter.Â
You almost sink back under. Until his kisses don't stop.Â
They linger longer now, and his fingers toy with the hem of your waistband as if testing whether youâll stir. You inhale softly, something incoherent slipping from your lips when his warm hand slips beneath the fabric, his palm settling on your abdomen. His thumb traces patterns that send quiet sparks up your spine, each pass making your thighs tighten just a fraction more.Â
You should wake. You should turn and face him, acknowledge the warmth that you are suddenly very aware is pooling in your pantiesâand fast. But you're so comfortable, so pliant against him, letting his touch wander while your thoughts drift like mist.Â
âDo you know what today is?â Xavier murmurs, breaking through the haze.
Your blink your eyes open slowly, the dim room slowly taking shape in blurred outlines. You search your memory, but nothing important surfaces. Only the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way his hand stills, waiting.Â
But your body seems to know before your mind does. There's a heightened sensitivity humming under your skin, every brush of his fingers sending a ripple through you that feels unfairly intense for how half-asleep you still are.Â
Oh.
âItâs a good thing,â he continues softly, his words threaded with a gentle hunger. He finds the hem of your panties, gently rubbing the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. âYouâre extra sweet today⌠softer. Smell so goodâŚâ
Heat creeps into your cheeks even in your drowsiness, and your legs part slightly without conscious thought. The small movement draws a low breath from him, a quiet surrender to how much he wants you. His forehead rests against your shoulder as his hand dips beneath your panties.Â
He finds you wet and murmurs out grateful praises into your skin, kissing you again and again like he can't help himself. His fingers instantly begin a gentle dance against your clit, making you arch back into him with a soft, sleepy moan.Â
âI saw the calendar⌠that cute little app,â he pinches your bud softly, soothing the action with slow passes of his fingertip. âSo youâre super sensitive for me. Especially in the morning.âÂ
You whimper, clutching your pillow as you let breathless sounds slip free, your body melting into the pleasure despite how foggy your mind still feels. Even though his touch only abandons you for a second, a needy whine escapes your throat. He pushes your pants and panties down just enough, the material pooling at your ankles.Â
âJust stay where you are, star,â he says softly as the warmth of his body leaves yours.Â
Xavier trails a path of wet kiss along the back of your thighs, unhurried and worshipful. You shudder but stay curled like he asked, fingers tightening in the sheets. When he reaches your pussy, finding it dripping and open, he lets his warm breath ghost over you first, making your hips twitch.
He inhales deeply, his hips shifting mindlessly against the mattress at your sweet scent. He doesnât wait another second before his mouth finds you.
You grasp a handful of blonde hair, whining as his tongue licks a stripe from your entrance upwards, then settles to circle your clit. He continues to lap at your heat, devouring how syrupy you are today, sucking you into his mouth and burying his face deep between your thighs like he never wants to come up for air.Â
âFeels s-so good, XaviâŚâ you moan, trembling.Â
Your orgasm is already hovering. He groans against you, one hand gripping your ass, kneading the skin encouragingly. Each swipe of his tongue is a silent plea.
Come for me. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good.Â
You break seconds after, squirming against the sheets as pleasure takes over you in warm waves. Pants leave your lips as he doesn't let up, his mouth relentlessly working you through the euphoric waves, and long after they pass. His face is sticky with your cum, dripping down his chin, making him look as if heâs the one who just finished.Â
âB-Babeââ you cry out, trying weakly to push his head back. âHoney⌠âs too muchâŚâ
He presses one last lingering kiss to your puffy pussy before finally lifting his head. His cheeks are flushed, blue eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied. âSorry,â he breathes, brushing his thumb along your thigh. âI couldnât help myself.â
His hands are gentle as they turn you from your side onto your back. Your gaze drifts downward, catching the darkened patch of precum blooming against the front of his tented sweatpants. The sight sends a fresh pulse of heat through your still-sensitive body.Â
He follows your gaze before palming himself through the fabric.Â
âThink you can handle a bit more for me?â
âŽâËâ rafayel
The car ride was silent.Â
You knew youâd pushed Rafayelâs buttons a little too far at his gala tonight. But honestly⌠could he even blame you?Â
Heâd shown up dressed like sin in one of his sharpest suits, hair styled to perfection, eyes gleaming the entire duration of the exhibit. And all of itâall of itâon the exact day you were ovulating.Â
Of course you were going to touch him.
Of course you were going to kiss him.Â
Of course you were going to corner him beside a marble sculpture and slide your hand a little too low.
âRaaffff,â you drawl into the thick quiet of the car, leaning over the console with a pout thatâs half apology, half provocation. âCâmon. Please donât be mad. I said Iâm sorry!â
Rafayelâs brows turn downwards, but there's a sparkle behind the annoyance. âSorry for kissing my neck while I was speaking to that artist,â he replies coolly, âor sorry for grabbing my dick before I had to greet the commissioner?â
You smirk, entirely unrepentant. âBoth. And you liked it! You were hard when I touched you.â
He scoffs, but the sound melts into a quiet laugh under his breath. He isnât mad, he never really is, and when you poke his side to confirm, he squirms just enough to betray himself. The twitch at the corner of his lips is your victory flag.
You think youâve won.
That is, until you get home.Â
The moment the door clicks shut behind you, he moves. There's no warning. One second youâre toeing off your heels, the next his arms are around you, sweeping you up bridal-style. A startled laugh leaves you as he carries you down the hall, his hold possessive and unhurried.Â
His lips find yours before you reach the bed, and they are soft but insistent, pulling quiet gasps from your chest. The heat thatâs been simmering in your belly all day flares hotter, burning brighter.Â
You land against the mattress with a muted thud, sheets cool beneath your back. âUndress,â he tells you, already slipping open the button of his shirt with graceful fingers.Â
You obey immediately, giggling as you shimmy out of your dress, fabric clinging to your hips before you kick it away. Anticipation hums under your skin like static.Â
Rafayel, meanwhile, is still mostly dressed. His shirt hangs open just enough to reveal his toned skin, a teasing glimpse of chest that makes your fingers itch for a touch. You reach for him instinctively, only for his hand to close around your wrist mid-air and guide it back to the mattress, pinning you there. Â
âRafââ
âDo you really think Iâm going to let you have your way after tonight?â His voice is playful, smug, and dripping with amusement. The smirk he gives you is pure trouble. âYouâre so cute.âÂ
You squirm, a fresh gush of warmth gathering between your thighs. âBut⌠I said âm sorry.â
âOh, I know you did, cutie,â he hums, leaning down to brush a single kiss against your cheek. Then your jaw. The column of your throat. Each one is soft and savoring.
âSo thenâŚâ you mumble, tilting your neck to give him more space. âWhy are you still dressed?â
His lips curve against your skin as he trails lower, the gentle presses of his lips turning wetter, slower. Goosebumps rise across your body when his hands find your thighs, and ease them open for him.Â
He pauses, eyes settling on the soaked material clinging to you. His thumb presses against it, just once. You squeak, and arch into his hand, sensitivity dialed painfully high today. He chuckles, rubbing your pussy through the panties in lazy strokes, up and down, just enough to make you ache.Â
âIâm going to take care of you,â he coos, but his eyes are dark. âBut you teased me all night⌠so Iâm getting my revenge.â
You gasp when his thumb circles firm over your swollen clit through the fabric. The friction is electric and not enough all at once.Â
âRaf⌠please, this isnât fair,â you whine.
âNot fair?â he juts his lip in a mock pout. âI didnât think it was very fair when you were handsy in public.â
Before you can argue, he hooks a finger under your panties and slides them aside, revealing your dripping cunt. He huffs in amusement, admiring the slick evidence of your arousal like its art he curated himself. (He did)
His finger drags through your folds, collecting the sticky mess. He spreads you open, glides over your clit, circles your entrance, but never lingers enough to satisfy.Â
Your thighs twitch. Your hips lift. Your fingers clutch the comforter.
Itâs torture. Sweet, earned, torture.Â
And just as a complaint forms on your lips, his fingertip settles over your clit and begins slow, gentle circles. Pleasure sparks outward, instantly bowing your back and spewing moans from your lips. Every sensation feels amplified.Â
âR-Raf⌠Raf, fuckâbaby,â you cry, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure builds, winding tighter and tighter.Â
Rafayel laughs softly, continuing to play with your pussy, admiring how much more wetness gathers at his touch. âYou close, cutie? Gonna come?âÂ
You nod in rapid succession. âY-YesâŚyeah âm gonnaââ
His fingers stop.Â
The sudden absence makes you gasp, blinking your eyes open âW-Why did you stop?â
He lifts his gaze to yours, expression all polished mischief and arrogance. His thumb is still resting maddeningly close to where youâre throbbing. âDid you really think I was going to let you come?âÂ
Your frustrated whine only makes his smile widen. He leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, taunting kiss.Â
âAfter the way you behaved tonight?â he murmurs against your mouth. âYouâre going to beg for it.â
His fingers return before you can even form a reply, and they're faster this time. The slick sounds of how wet you are fills the room. What started as gentle coaxing turns into purposeful rubbing that makes you fist the sheets and sob out. When your legs try to close, he simply prises them back open.Â
âYou want it so bad, donât you?â he whispers. âAll worked up and needy⌠yet you couldnât keep your hands to yourself.â His thumb presses just right, drawing a broken sound from your throat.Â
âI do⌠f-fuck I really doâŚâ you whimper, hips chasing him without shame. The pressure builds once again, and just as the waves begin to crest, he stops.Â
The absence is devastating. His words following are cruel.Â
âPoor thing,â he murmurs, brushing his slick finger against your thigh. His cock strains against his pants, a visible twitch he pointedly ignores as he keeps his attention on you. âYouâre soaking our sheets.âÂ
You lie there in the heat of it, trying to gather yourself. When your heartbeat finally slows enough to think, he starts over. Fingers dragging through your warmth, starting slow, then faster. Each time he brings you near the edge, letting desperate cries and whimpers that youâre close spill from your lips, he stops again.
By the fourth time, tears sting the corners of your eyes. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, pleas dissolving into half-formed syllables that barely resemble words. Â
âR-Raf⌠p-pleaâsuhâahhââ his fingers slide into your gummy walls.Â
âThink youâve been good enough?â
âY-Yeaâmmghâyesâ!âÂ
He exhales through his nose, finally satisfied. His fingers curl to your sweet spot, and this this they donât pull away.Â
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