A/N:
This chapter contains mature content intended for audiences aged 18 and older. It includes explicit language, sexual content, or themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.
As I walked to our bedroom, the soft sound of footsteps followed me up the stairs.
I turned around, still annoyed—I said, frowning. "What do you need?"
He's still sulking. But I know exactly how to make him forget.
She bit her lip, heat pooling between her thighs as the memory rushed back—the lights had gone out, and she and his mother went to check on him.
They found him naked. Completely exposed.
And the way his mother didn't look away... if anything, she seemed curious.
It shouldn't have turned me on. But it did.
She didn't say a word, but that sly smile of hers grabbed my attention as she got closer. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't look away.
Her hips swayed seductively as she walked past me. She knew exactly what she was doing—each step made her breasts bounce beneath that thin, sheer white tunic. That fabric clung to her curves—I could see the faint shape of her black panties underneath. Those thick thighs and full, round ass curved perfectly into a narrow waist.
'Damn.'
As she reached the door of our bedroom, she stopped and turned towards me. Her large G-cup breast jiggled, red hair spilling over one shoulder. Freckles dotted her skin. Her green eyes shimmered.
I gulped and stepped closer, slowly, forgetting about the annoyance I had.
As my blood rushed to my hardness, I couldn't help but feel like a starving man presented with a feast. It was like she had a sixth sense for how to drive me crazy.
My cock, already hard and throbbing, pressed against the warmth of her stomach as she leaned back against the door for support. I froze for a moment, but she didn't.
Instead, her smile deepened, trapped between me and the door. She reached up, lips brushing against my ear. Her breath tickled.
"You look like you could use a little help... Let me..."
I didn't let her finish and crashed her mouth against mine. Tongue pushed in deep, swirling against mine.
I groaned, grabbing her waist, bringing her close to me as our mouths ate each other up. She moaned into the kiss, grinding against me.
When we finally pulled back after a long minute or two, a thin string of saliva still connected our lips. Her breath was heavy, her eyes wild.
Her gaze never wavered, locked onto mine as she bent forward, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. Slowly, her face crept closer to my cock. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent, then purred, "You're so hard for me already, aren't you?"
I have never felt this horny before. It was like every nerve in my body was on fire. And from the look in her eyes, I knew she felt the same way.
Her intense focus shifted, moving slowly towards my glans. There was a small droplet of precum at the tip.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock with one hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. Her other hand made its way down to cup my balls, her thumb teasingly brushing against their sensitive skin. A low groan escaped my lips as she began to caress me gently.
Next, her lips sealed around my cockhead, her mouth delivering a soft, wet kiss directly on the hole. She sucked me hard, trying to draw out every last drop.
I felt her tongue slide across my cock, from tip to shaft, before it rested on her face, covering half of it.
The view was almost too much for me to handle.
She widened her lips to grab one of my balls, like she was seriously trying to gobble it up. Her tongue teased and swirled around it, while the other hand gave me a long, sensual stroke. She did the same to the other ball, working them both in tandem with her hands, creating a sensation that was almost too much to bear.
With a final flourish of her tongue, she released one of my balls from her mouth, leaving it wet and sticky.
She began to lavish attention on my shaft, licking it with her sloppy tongue and making it wet with her kisses. She paused for just a second, met my eyes, then leaned in deeper.
Without warning, she took the head of my cock into her mouth, engulfing it in a tight grasp. As her tongue probed the tiny opening at the tip, I felt my control slipping away.
Her cheeks hollowed out, and a bulge formed on her throat as she struggled to accommodate me.
But still, she kept going, bobbing her head up and down with a speed and force that left me breathless.
My whole body tensed. Something unfamiliar stirred in my chest—a heat that wasn't just lust.
My hands moved without thought, gripping her head.
Her eyes widened. Her hands slid up my thighs, steadying herself, as if she was bracing for it.
I drove my cock into her mouth with a grunt, the tip slamming past her tongue, down her throat. Her nose pressed into my pubes, her throat stretched to its limit—and still, she stayed there.
A muffled moan vibrated around my shaft. Her fingers curled against my thighs.
In a sudden movement, I yanked my cock out of her mouth, leaving a tiny opening behind. Her lips parted in surprise, her tongue poking out as she let out a soft gasp.
I pulled back, then thrust again—harder this time. Something inside me surged with every movement, wild, but her soft grip on my hips told me she could take it.
"Fuck..." I gasped. "Jesus... How's your throat this damn perfect?"
Her eyes were rolled back.
Her mouth clenched around me. My thighs tensed, hips jerking forward as I exploded down her throat. A strangled moan escaped me as I emptied everything into her, pulse after pulse rocking through my body like lightning.
She stayed with me, swallowing every drop, her throat working. And when I finally pulled back, panting, a thin string of saliva and cum trailed from her lips to my tip.
She worked it clean with satisfaction.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet and said, "Get on the bed."
She didn't even blink—just turned and walked inside, hips swaying.
I followed, already hard again, fighting the urge to pin her down and fuck her right there.
She stood next to the bed, watching me. I stepped in close and ran my thumb over her lips. My other hand cupped her soft breast, fingers teasing her nipple through the fabric.
I brushed her cheek, then kissed her neck. My lips moved up to her ear.
Her eyes were closed, her body melting under my touch.
Then, in one swift motion, I grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her into a deep kiss.
Normally, I'd never go for a kiss right after a blowjob.
But tonight felt different. I looked into her eyes—still soft, trusting, full of need.
Then I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, one at a time. The fabric dropped to the floor without resistance.
She stood there in nothing but a designer black bra and matching panties, her breasts straining against the tight lace, practically spilling out.
We kissed again, deeper this time. My hands found her soft, round ass, kneading it with no restraint. She moaned into my mouth, her body pressing harder against mine.
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra in one smooth motion. The garment fell away, and her breasts, soft and perfect, spilled onto my chest. I took a second just to feel them against me, warm and heavy, her nipples already hard.
Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, like she couldn't get enough—even after swallowing every drop.
Then, without warning, I scooped her up. She let out a cute little squeal as I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. This time, it was my turn to take control—to give her every bit of what she'd given me.
I reached for the waistband of her panties, pulled them down slowly, watching the way her breath hitched as they slid off.
Now she was naked.
Her thighs parted slightly, inviting me in. Between them, she was soaked, swollen, and plump. A soft patch of trimmed red hair sat above her slit.
She was wet to the point of dripping.
I dropped to my knees between her thighs and dragged her from her hips right in front of my face.
I leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. Felt the muscle twitch. She was already breathing harder.
I moved closer and dragged my tongue up her slit. A single long lick, slowly. Her body jolted. She let out a shaky breath.
Yeah. That's what I wanted.
I licked again—then focused on her clit.
Light at first. Just enough to keep her on edge. Her hands slid into my hair, her hips starting to rock.
"Fuck," she muttered.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and gave it a flick.
She gasped loudly this time, her legs twitching.
I had her pinned in place, one hand gripping her thigh, the other under her ass.
She tasted fucking perfect.
She moaned again even louder. Her thighs squeezed around my head. She was grinding now, losing rhythm, just chasing that edge. Her body was all in.
And I kept giving it to her. Tongue-deep. Lips locked around her clit.
Sucking. Licking.
She started muttering half sentences. Her whole body was shaking.
Then she came hard. Hips shot up. Hands pulling my hair.
I held on. Let her ride it out. Only pulled back when her legs finally went limp.
Her chest was heaving. Hair a mess. Eyes half-lidded and dazed.
I wiped my mouth and looked up at her with a smirk.
That was it. I couldn't hold back anymore—I needed to be inside her. And from the way she looked at me, dazed, I knew she needed it too.
I crawled up her body, cock pressed against her slick slit. And lined it up with her soaked entrance.
As my cock's head slowly sank into her and began to leak liquids, her eyes were wide open in complete focus.
She gasped, hips twitching beneath me, like her body was bracing for the stretch.
I looked at her—really looked. Her eyes were glassy with need, lips parted, and chest rising and falling fast. She was still wrecked from the orgasm I gave her, but the way she was looking at me said she wanted more. Needed more.
"Are you ready?" I asked, voice rough.
She nodded, but her hand slid down to grip my wrist. "Don't go easy."
I grinned, affirming her.
I pushed in, just the tip, and we both groaned at the contact. She was so wet it was like my cock was being pulled in.
Inch by inch, I sank into her, slow and steady. Every part of me knew this place—like my cock was made for her.
By the time I was halfway in, she was already losing it. Her eyes rolled back, lips parting in broken breaths, a slick strand of saliva slipping from the corner of her mouth.
I gripped her hips and drove the rest in, burying myself to the hilt.
She cried out—loud enough to wake the damn neighborhood.
"Fuck," I groaned, just as loud, barely holding on.
Her nails sank into my arms as I bottomed out, balls pressed tight against her soaked skin. She arched hard beneath me, her back lifting off the bed, a moan catching in her throat before tumbling free.
I could see a large bulge pressing against her lower belly.
I didn't move right away. I just stayed there, buried, letting her feel every inch of me.
Her pussy clenched around my cock like it didn't want to let go.
I leaned down, kissing her deeply. Our tongues tangled, hands roaming. She bit my lip and pulled.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.
She gasped, legs wrapping around my waist as I started to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged every nerve raw. The bed creaked under us. The sound of skin against skin, her wetness, our breathing—it filled the room.
She was moaning deliriously, like the sensation had short-circuited her brain.
The room was filled with nothing but her moans and the sharp clap of our bodies colliding.
"Ha... ha... har—" she whispered between incoherent moans.
It took me a second, but I caught it. Harder.
I gave it to her.
My hips snapped forward, thrusts picking up speed and force. Each stroke hit deeper, and her whole body responded—arching, gasping. Her legs tightened around me, heels digging into my back like she needed me deeper.
Her mouth was open, tongue out, panting hard with each stroke.
She was soaked. Every thrust sounded obscene. She was louder, moaning with each stroke, her voice high and breathless.
I shifted, angling my hips just a little—and hit her spot. She cried, fingers curled into the sheets.
I didn't let up. Just kept fucking her. Sweat dripped down my back.
She was close again. I could feel it.
I let go of her wrists and slid my hand between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb in tight circles. She screamed.
Her second orgasm hit like a wave. Her whole body arched off the bed, thighs shaking, pussy spasming around my cock. I almost lost it right there.
"Goddamn," I gritted my teeth and slowed for a second, letting her ride it out.
She looked ruined. And somehow still greedy for more.
She grabbed me, flipped us fast, and straddled my waist before I could blink. Her hair fell around her face. Her eyes were glazed—no sign of intelligence.
She sank down onto my cock, moaning as I filled her again. She didn't wait—started riding me hard, hips slamming down, her ass bouncing with every thrust. With every thrust, her stomach bulged, tightening around me.
I groaned, gripping her thighs, watching the way her tits bounced, how her mouth stayed open, eyes half-lidded and rolled back.
Her hands slid over my chest, nails digging in for balance. She rolled her hips in tight circles, grinding on me.
"Yuh... feel... so fuckin' goo'..." she moaned, tongue slipping out. "Sooo deep... sooo... mmm, thick..."
I grabbed her ass and thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm. She yelped, grinning down at me.
We were a mess. Sweat, spit, slick skin. The room smelled like sex. The sheets were tangled. The headboard kept slamming against the wall.
"I'm... gonna... c'mon... again," she whispered.
"Then do it," I growled, thrusting up into her harder. "Cum on my cock."
Her body tensed suddenly. She cried out, voice shaking, whole body shuddering against mine.
She collapsed on top of me, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded and glazed over. For a moment, she was completely dazed, barely aware of anything but the pulsing heat between us.
I couldn't hold back anymore. "I'm not done yet."
I grabbed her hips, slammed into her one last time, and came hard. My whole body became rigid as I shot deep inside her, groaning like the air had been punched out of my lungs.
We stayed like that for a while. Breathing hard. Her body draped over mine, both of us sweaty.
But then I felt it again—that stirring, this feeling inside me that I felt earlier, and my hardness grew hard despite everything.
Her eyes fluttered open, wide with a mix of surprise and something like horror. "What...? No, wait—"
But I cut her off with a low growl, tightening my grip on her hips.
I flipped us slowly, easing back in, pressing into her soft curves. My cock was already growing hard again inside her, inch by inch.
Then I turned her over—doggy style. Her tiny wrists, that huge ass, perfect hourglass shape... it made my cock throb.
I gathered her red hair into a makeshift pigtail, gripping it like reins. Started another round.
After that, it was just moans and claps of skin.
She came again and again, each climax shaking through her.
But every time I came, I felt refreshed—like something inside me kept steering, pushing me on
I fucked her against the wall. Took her throat again—this time she was just a cock sleeve, limp on the bed. I fucked her standing, bent over, sideways—every position I knew.
By the last round, she was done.
Out cold.
A/N:
This is my first attempt at writing an explicit chapter, so please be gentle with your judgment. 😅
With that said, let's meet our main character, an ordinary married man with a big family (if you know what I mean). 😉 And of course, the first waifu to make her entrance is none other than the red-haired Ruby Jensen. After this chapter, the story will shift back to being less explicit—at least until the next waifu steps onto the stage and more of the plot unfolds.