My phone buzzes. ‘Coming now.’ Heart slams. That text from Fabien hits like a gut punch. We’ve danced around it for weeks—hugs turning hot, skin on skin, but no crossing the line. Tonight? Fuck yeah. My old self, the one who screamed no kids, no way? She’s crumbling. His tragedy shattered everything. Now, I’m wet thinking of his cum flooding me. Taboo as hell.
Door clicks open. There he stands, eyes hungry, cock already straining his jeans. I grab his neck, yank him in. Lips crash. Tongues fight. His hands rip my shirt, palms rough on my tits. Nipples harden instantly. ‘Fuck, I’ve missed this,’ he growls. I shove him to the couch. Straddle him. Grind my soaked pussy on his bulge. No panties. Just my skirt hiked up. ‘You want this cunt?’ I whisper, biting his ear. He nods, feral. My refusal? Ancient history. Excitement builds—risky, wrong, perfect. What if I get knocked up? The thought makes me drip.
The Awakening Rush
His fingers plunge inside me. Two, then three. Curling hard. I buck, moaning loud. Juices coat his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me.’ Yeah, for you. For your dead wife’s shadow. For the kid I’ll maybe give you. Pulse races. Clit’s throbbing. I unzip him. Cock springs free—thick, veiny, pre-cum beading. I stroke it slow, thumb over the slit. He groans, hips thrusting. ‘No condom,’ I say. Voice shaky. ‘Breed me if you want.’ His eyes widen. Then darken. Game on.
He flips me. Face down, ass up. Slaps my cheeks hard. Sting burns sweet. ‘You sure?’ ‘Shut up and fuck me raw.’ Cockhead nudges my folds. Slips in easy—I’m gushing. One brutal thrust. Balls deep. Fills me stretchy, pulsing. I scream into the cushion. He pounds relentless. Skin slaps skin. Wet squelches echo. Grips my hips, bruising. ‘Take it, you slut.’ Dirty words fuel me. Old me would’ve bolted. New me? Arching back, begging. ‘Deeper. Give me your seed.’ Sweat drips. Tits bounce. Orgasm builds, coiling tight.
Raw Forbidden Fuck
He yanks my hair. Arches my back. Hammers my cervix. ‘Gonna fill this womb.’ Fuck yes. Visions flash—his cum painting my eggs. Swelling belly. The ultimate transgression. My walls clamp. I shatter. Cunt spasms, milking him. Juices squirt. He roars. Hot jets erupt. Flooding deep. Pulse after pulse. Leaking out as he grinds. We collapse. Sticky, spent. His weight pins me. Safe. Dirty. Alive.
Morning light filters. He’s still inside, semi-hard. I clench, feel the mess. No regrets. Slip out, cum trickling down thighs. Shower together. Soap his cock, teasing. ‘What now?’ He kisses my neck. ‘Whatever this is.’ Back to life—work, friends, normalcy. But inside? Thrill buzzes. Secret fire. Did I just risk everything? Hell yeah. And I’d do it again. No one knows. My forbidden crave stays buried. Pure, pulsing bliss.