His eyes burned into mine in the dark guest room, a storm of shock, guilt, and raw, animalistic hunger swirling together. My fingers were still wrapped tight around his thick forearm, holding him there above me. His heavy cock rested between my spread thighs, the fat, leaking head nestled right against my dripping entrance, throbbing with every heartbeat.

“I’m awake,” I repeated, my voice a husky whisper soaked in two years of filthy fantasies. “Every single night you snuck in here, fingering my pussy and whispering how much tighter I am than Mia… I was wide awake, Mark. Aching for you to finally stop holding back.”

A low, guttural sound...