He went back to his job, but... His perception of time had sped up.
The day ended faster than usual.
He headed to his car after a long days of work.
His hands trembling on the steering wheel as he drove to Rucci's apartment.
The city lights blurring into streaks of neon guilt.
He'd fucked Maliah...raw, relentless, her pussy clenching around his cock like a tight rope, squirting her juices all over his balls as he pounded her in that filthy alley.
He'd cum deep inside her, filling her with his load until it dripped down her thighs, soaking her socks.
It was wrong, so fucking wrong,
but the release had been intoxicating, a high that left him craving more even as shame coiled in his gut.
But Rucci... sweet, loyal Rucci.
She'd been his rock, the one who held him through his darkest nights, the first one to tell him ,
"I love you"
Without expecting anything in return.
He'd betrayed her, cheated, like a coward.
And now the weight of it crushed him.
He was going to confess.
Spill everything—the kiss—the fuck—the cum he'd pumped into a stranger.
He'd take all the guilt, shoulder it like a penance, and break up with her.
She deserved better than a liar, a cheater who got hard thinking about Maliah's tight pussy.
Tears pricked his eyes as he parked, his chest tightening.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty car,
hoping he'd have the same courage when he faced her.... With his voice cracking, he muttered,
"God, Rucci, I'm so fucking sorry."
"I really fucking am."
He wiped his face, composing himself as best he could, them got out of the car.
He took the main elevator up, walked up a flight of stairs and approached her doorway.
It was slightly open, a faint light spilling out.
> Odd.
> Rucci was meticulous about security.
He ignored it, since there was a much bigger fish to fry.
His heart started pounding with dread and resolve.
He'd confess, beg for forgiveness, and walk away if she hated him.
It was the least he owed her.
Then—
He opened the door slowly.
His heart dropped. His eyes.
Began to turn glossy.
His pupils dilated and began to shiver.
Rucci was on the couch, naked from the waist down.
her skirt bunched around her waist like discarded trash.
Pounding her was a guy , he realized with a sick lurch, a coworker he'd introduced her to at the office party a week prior.
Hadrian was shirtless, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, pounding into her with savage thrusts.
His thick cock, veined and massive, stretched Rucci's pussy obscenely, her swollen lips gripping him as he slammed in balls-deep.
Juices squelched with every withdrawal, her arousal coating his shaft, dripping onto the cushions in sticky strings.
"Fuck me harder, Hadrian," Rucci moaned, her voice the same one she used with Ravin...breathless, needy.
Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood and leaving a long trail of bruised skin, as she bounced on his dick, her tits heaving under her half-unbuttoned blouse.
Hadrian growled, one hand pulling her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
He bit down hard, marking her skin with teeth imprints, while his other hand mauled her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple until she whimpered in pain-laced pleasure.
"Take it, you cheating slut," he snarled, his hips thrusting onto his cock like a machine.
"Your pussy's so tight...
my dick...it's better than your boyfriend's, huh?"
Rucci's eyes were glazed, lost in lust, her body betraying every promise she'd ever made.
"Yes... oh fuck, yes," she gasped, grinding down on him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone.
"Your cock feels so good, Hadrian.
Stretch me out... fill me up."
The room reeked of sex, sweat, musk, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing like a taunt.
Hadrian flipped her onto all fours, doggy-style, her ass high in the air.
He gripped her hips, fingers bruising her soft skin, and rammed back in, his balls slapping her clit with each brutal thrust.
Precum and her slick mixed, oozing down her thighs, pooling on the floor.
Ravin stood frozen, the confession dying on his lips.
This wasn't just infidelity...it was a brutal.
It was a graphic annihilation of everything he'd believed.
Rucci's pussy, the one he'd worshipped,
was being wrecked by another man's dick,
Stretched wide, red and swollen, juices squirting out with every plunge.
She'd been cheating too...and worse, it looked like it had been going on for months.
> If she had only met this guy a week ago .... Imagine the things she did before that.
The betrayal hit like a gut punch, his stomach churning as tears welled up.
He'd come here to own his guilt, to break up with her out of love, but this... this made his own sin feel like child's play.
Sobs wracked him silently, his body shaking as he watched, unable to look away.
"Rucci... no," he whispered, a small breakdown cracking his voice, guilt and sorrow flooding him in waves.
He was sorry—truly, deeply sorry—for what he'd done, but seeing her like this, begging for Hadrian's cock, shattered him.
Hadrian's pace quickened, his grunts turning animalistic.
"Gonna cum in your pussy, fill you up like the whore you are," he panted, rubbing her clit and fucking her furiously.
Rucci screamed, her body convulsing as she squirted hard, a hot gush soaking both his dick and the couch.
Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his shaft.
Hadrian roared, thrusting deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he unloaded thick, sticky, jets of cum into her, flooding her womb until it overflowed,
leaking out in a creamy down pour of rain on her legs, dripping onto the floor in a filthy mess.
They collapsed, panting, Hadrian's softening dick still buried inside her, cum bubbling out around it inside her pussy.
Rucci turned her head, her eyes meeting Ravin's through the doorway.
For a split second, shock flickered across her face, but it melted into a lazy, satisfied smirk.
She removed herself from Hadrian's throbbing cock, cum oozing from her ravaged pussy, and stood, walking toward him with a sway that mocked his pain.
Without a word, she reached the door and slammed it shut in his face.
~ BAM
The lock clicking into place.
Ravin stood there, blankly shocked, the world spinning into a haze.
The door's cold wood pressed against his forehead as he leaned on it.
Sobs breaking free now...loud, gut wrenchingly loud.
A full-on breakdown insued.
He'd come to confess, to take the guilt, but instead, he'd witnessed the ultimate fuckery.
his girlfriend's pussy filled with another man's cum, her betrayal as graphic and hardcore as his own if not.... somehow worse.
The sorrow consumed him, guilt twisting into something darker, more broken.
He staggered his words...his throat barely managing to squeeze them out.
"What now? What the fuck now?"