'You taste so good,' he said against my skin, voice vibrating through me. 'Tight and dripping. He doesn't deserve this pussy.' His words fueled the cheating thrill, making me clench around his fingers.

He worked me relentlessly, tongue and fingers in rhythm, building me toward the edge. My body shook, breaths coming in pants. 'I'm close... don't stop.'

But he pulled back just as I teetered, standing with a wicked grin. 'Not yet. I want to make this last.' He reached into a drawer, pulling out a thick dildo—realistic, veined, bigger than anything I'd felt in years. My eyes widened, pulse racing at the sight.

'What's that for?' I asked,...