Meaux apartment, February chill seeping through the window. I spot Alex under the porch next door, whispering to her. Camille. Blonde bob, that smile. Rage boils. He’s fucking her for a baby. Our baby dream. Heart pounds. Cock twitches at the betrayal. Fuck him. I’ll hit back harder.
Bump into Dominique days later. Tall, sporty. ‘Sorry,’ I say, eyes locking. Coffee turns flirty. Her tears over the pregnancy. I lean in. ‘Vengeance?’ Thigh presses. Heat rises. Lips brush. Her hand on my knee. Pulse races. Forbidden. My dick hardens. Hotel. Richemont across the Marne. Bath fills, steam thick.
The Awakening Rush
She strips wild, clothes flying. Body toned, tits perky. I command: ‘Undress me slow.’ Fingers fumble buttons. Mouth sucks my nipple hard. Tongue flicks. I grab her hair, shove face to my crotch. ‘Suck it.’ Salty pre-cum on her tongue. Slurps greedy. Legs shake. Into the tub. Water hot, foaming. Hands jerk each other furious. Skin slips, cocks throb—wait, her pussy grips my fingers. Wet, clenching. Legs hook waists. Froth hides our frenzy. Pump faster. Balls tighten. Cum erupts, milky swirls in bubbles. Gasp, tremble.
Bed under sheets, hiding shame. No passion left. Quick fucks, mechanical. Think of Camille’s glow. Her smile for me, electric. Vengeance hollow. But craving her grows. Ultrasound day. Her belly round. Hand on it—warm, alive. Alone after, she whispers: ‘You.’ Lips crash. Hotel again? No, raw need.
Explosive Forbidden Release
Her heavy tits spill milk-scent. Belly taut. I kneel, tongue dives into slick folds. Juicy, swollen clit. She moans, arches. ‘Finger me.’ Pussy pulses, gushes. Side-lie safe. Hands everywhere—tits leak, nipples diamond-hard. Stroke her deep, thumb circles. My cock leaks on her thigh. She grabs, pumps rough. ‘Fuck me with fingers.’ Hips buck. Kisses devour. Tongues wrestle sloppy. Orgasm rips her—squirts hot, walls milk my digits. I explode on her belly, ropes painting the curve. Baby sleeps inside. We pant, sweat-slick.
Back to reality. Alex clueless. Dominique distant. Camille’s ours in secret. Hospital now. Contractions hit. They shove me in: ‘You go!’ Her screams, my hand crushed. Baby girl crowns. Messy, bloody thrill. Our twisted family. Secret burns sweet. I dared the unthinkable. Pulse still races. Craving more.