Days had blurred since that morning Cane walked in on James fucking me senseless. I couldn’t stop replaying it—the way his dark eyes had devoured my bouncing tits, the raw hunger on his face as he watched James’s thick cock disappear inside my soaked pussy. Every night since, I’d touched myself thinking about it, guilt twisting with filthy need while James slept beside me. My body ached for something darker, something forbidden. But I pushed it down. James was mine. The football captain. My everything.

Until tonight.

I’d spent hours getting ready for his surprise birthday party—tight black dress hugging my curves, the deep neckline showing off my huge tits,...