The moon hung like a silver coin, city lights blurred into nothingness. Jasmine perfumed the air, wine spilled from tipped glasses.
Lila moved—lightning. Yanked my pants down, cock springing free, veins pulsing. Ripped her dress over her head—naked, bruises glowing, nipples hard.
She straddled me, grabbed my shoulders, eyes wild. Lowered herself—slow, teasing, then slammed down. My cock buried ballsdeep in her soaking heat.
"Fuck," I groaned.
She rode me—intense, feral. Hips grinding, ass bouncing, breasts jiggling in moonlight. Nails digging into my shoulders, drawing blood. Moaned—loud, broken, echoing off the railing. Clit grinding my pelvis, squirting on my abs.
She Flipped, back to me, ass cheeks spreading. Slammed down, pussy lips gripping, wet slaps. Reached back, spread herself—pink, swollen. Came—squirting onto the blankets.
Squatted, feet on my thighs, pounding downward. Breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping air. Eyes rolled back, voice gone. She came five times, body convulsing, squirting moonlit arcs.
She fell on my chest, breath ragged, body limp.
"That was wonderful, Darling," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Yes… it was," she panted, voice hoarse.
I smiled, dark. "Now it's my turn."
Her body shook—fear, excitement. "No, no, Elias… Let me breathe… okay?"
I growled, flipped her. "I can't."
I looked at her. She's a fucking goddess. Moonlit skin, bruises like constellations, pussy dripping like a waterfall. I want to ruin her. Own her. Fuck her until the stars fall. She's mine—every scream, every squirt, every shudder.
I Spread her wide, thrust deep, cervix kissing. Breasts bounced, nipples hard, slapped red. Choked her—pulse racing. Her eyes rolled back, squirting moonlit arcs.
Yanked to all fours, hair like reins. Pounded savage, ass rippling, wet smacks.
I Lifted her, slammed against railing, city below. Fucked standing, deep, legs around. Bit neck, new bruises.
Face down, ass up, pounded relentless. Breasts crushed into blankets, nipples raw.
Folded in half, ankles by ears. Pounded downward, deep, stretching. Spooned, entered from behind, deep, slow. One hand choking, other slapping breasts.
I Bent her over railing, city watching. Pounded brutal, deep, balls slapping. Filled her—cum overflowing, dripping to tiles.
She's perfection. Ruined. Mine. I'll fuck her until dawn. Until forever.
Eleven Years Later
The sun hung low, bleeding gold across the perfectly trimmed hedges. Our white colonial mansion glowed, ivy climbing the columns, windows warm with lamplight. I stepped out of the black SUV, briefcase heavy, tie loosened. Doorbell—three melodic chimes, echoing through the foyer.
Door burst open.
Luna—10 years old, my sharp jaw, Lila's emerald eyes, hair in a messy braid—launched herself at me. "DADDY! YOU'RE HOME!"
Three more tiny storms followed: Leo (8) – wild curls, missing front tooth, grinning like a pirate. Lisa (6) – pigtails bouncing, pink dress twirling, giggling. Luca (4) – clutching a ragged teddy, waddling, squealing: "Dada!"
I dropped my briefcase, knelt on the marble step, arms wide. Hugs, kisses, sticky cheeks. Kissed each forehead—warm, soft, perfect.
Luna tugged my sleeve. "Daddy, guess what? I got an A+ on my science project!"
Leo jumped. "I scored two goals in soccer!"
Lisa twirled. "I drew you a unicorn!"
Luca held up his teddy. "Bear missed you!"
I laughed, ruffled their hair. "Proud of you all. Where's your mother, Luna?"
Luna pointed inside, grinning. "Kitchen! She's making your favorite—garlic butter shrimp!"
Children chattered, footsteps thundering behind me. The hall was alive—family photos on the walls:
Wedding day – Lila in white lace, me in tux, eyes locked.
Luna's birth – tiny bundle, Lila exhausted, me crying.
First family vacation – beach, sandcastles, laughter.
Scents wafted: garlic, butter, lemon, home.
Lila stood at the island stove—apron tied over a white tank and yoga pants, hair in a messy bun, strands stuck to her sweaty neck. Sweat glistened on her collarbone, cleavage, arms. Tank clung to her fuller breasts, nipples hard from cool air. Hips swayed as she stirred, ass perfect, bruises long faded but memory alive.
She turned—smile radiant, spatula in hand, cheeks flushed. "Back from the office already?"
"Yes. Finished work and…"
Words died. I froze. Time stopped.
Hunger crashed—primal, instant, eternal. Her sweat, flushed skin, apron strings begging to be untied, kitchen heat radiating. Cock throbbed—painful, urgent. Eyes devoured her—every curve, every drop of sweat, every breath.
Luna snickered behind me.
I turned, voice low, commanding. "Luna, take your siblings upstairs. Now. I need to discuss something important with Mom."
Luna smirked—knowing, mischievous. "Come on, guys! Let's go play video games!"
Leo groaned. "Aw, man!"
Lisa giggled. "Daddy's gonna kiss Mommy again!"
Luca waved his teddy. "Bye, Dada!"
Footsteps thundered up the stairs.
Lila's eyes widened. "What! No, no…"
I stalked forward, predator. "Yes."
"Elias, I haven't finished cooking. The shrimp—please—wait—Elias, listen…"
I silenced her—deep kiss, tongue claiming, hands gripping her ass, lifting her onto the counter.
Spatula clattered. Pots hissed. Garlic butter sizzled.
I ripped the apron—fabric shredding with a visceral tear, strings snapping like whip cracks. Yanked her tank up to her neck, breasts spilling—heavier, veined, nipples dark, pebbled from icy air, glistening with sweat. Sucked her left nipple—hard, teeth scraping, tongue swirling, salty sweat flooding my mouth, musk of her skin intoxicating. She gasped, back arching, hands clawing the counter, knuckles white.
Pants down—cock springing free, veins throbbing, pre-cum dripping like molten wax. Lifted her ass onto the scalding marble, legs spread—pussy glistening, swollen, pink, dripping slick. Thrust deep—one brutal stroke, balls-deep, cervix kiss, wet squelch echoing. Pounded relentless, deep, each slam shaking the counter, utensils clattering like bones. Breasts bounced wildly, sweat flying, nipples scraping air, leaving cool trails.
Squirted—hot jets splashing my abs, dripping to tiles, pooling like liquid silver.
Flipped her to the ice-cold tiles, hair yanked like silk reins, back arched, spine curving like a bow. Ass up, cheeks spread, pussy lips gaping, dripping thick arousal, glistening under fluorescent light. Entered from behind—deep, savage, wet slaps ricocheting off cabinets. Pounded brutal, ass rippling with each impact, red handprints blooming like roses. Slapped her ass—her scream piercing, high-pitched. Reached under, pinched her clit, rolling it hard, feeling it pulse. Squirted again—arcs hitting the floor, splattering, pooling warm.
Folded her in half—ankles by ears, pussy exposed, swollen, glistening, dripping onto wood. Pounded downward, deep, stretching her walls. Breasts jiggled, sweat cascading between them, salty, bitter. Sucked her toes—salty, wrinkled, chlorine from pool. Her eyes rolled back, voice gone, squirting up my chest, hot, sticky.
I Lifted her, slammed against the fridge—magnets clattering, cold metal biting her back. Fucked standing, legs around, deep, relentless, wet slaps echoing. Choked her—pulse racing under my thumb, throat vibrating. Bit her neck, new bruises blooming, salty, metallic. Squirted down my thighs, warm, sticky.
Bent over sink, water running, mirror fogging, steam rising. Pounded relentless, ass rippling, wet slaps, mirror reflecting her O-face. Yanked her hair, forced her to watch—eyes rolling, mouth open. Squirted into sink, splashing, mixing with water.
Back on counter, legs spread wide, pussy gaping, dripping. Thrust deep, slow, then brutal, wet squelches, balls slapping. Filled her—cum overflowing, dripping to tiles, mixing with her squirt, warm, sticky.
Lila's moans filled the kitchen as a music to my ears.