The bathroom door clicks shut. My heart slams against my ribs. Damien stands there, eyes burning into me. Wine stain soaks my dress, but that’s nothing. His gaze devours. Skin prickles hot. Pulse races wild. I grip the sink, legs shaky. ‘What are you doing?’ I whisper, but my voice betrays hunger. He steps closer. Air thickens. Heat radiates off him. My nipples harden under silk. Pussy throbs, wet already. No panties tonight—his advice. Piercings poke fabric. He sees. Smirks. ‘Checking if you’re okay.’ Lie. We both know. Tension coils tight. Stomach flutters. Breath short. His scent—musk, wine—invades. I lift my dress slow. Bare pussy exposed. Glabrous lips glisten. His eyes darken. Jaw clenches. Cock strains pants. Heart hammers louder. Silence screams urgency. Danger everywhere—guests laughing outside. Elise, his wife, my friend. Fuck reason. Desire devours. ‘Please… say no,’ he growls, stepping in. I don’t. Can’t. Body screams yes. Skin burns. Pulse deafens. We teeter on edge. One word tips us. ‘Come…’ I breathe. World ignites.
He lunges. Mouth crashes mine. Tongues battle fierce. Hands everywhere. Rip my dress up. His shirt—buttons fly, ping off tiles. Belt snaps open. Cock springs free—thick, veined, pulsing. Skin scorching. Sweat beads. Heart thunders. I spin, ass out. Grip sink hard. He fumbles—gland probes slick folds. Misses once. Twice. Then—thrust. Buries deep. Pussy stretches, grips. ‘Fuck!’ I gasp. English slips out. He pounds. Raw. Brutal. Skin slaps skin. Wet squelch echoes. Nipples scrape marble cold. Piercing tugs, sparks fire. Clit rubs chain—ankle jewelry jingles. Deeper. Harder. Balls smack ass. Breath ragged. Sweat drips. Pulse syncs—boom-boom. Orgasm builds. Coils vicious. ‘Fuck me harder!’ I beg. He growls, slams. Vision blurs. Pussy clenches. Explodes. Waves crash. I scream—muffled. Body shakes. Juices flood. He thrusts erratic. Groans low. Bursts inside. Hot cum jets. Fills me. Overflows. Drips thighs. Legs buckle. We pant. Still joined. Bliss hums.
The Fever
He pulls out slow. Cum trickles warm, sticky. Pussy spasms empty. Skin glows fever-hot. Heart slows to thud. I smile dazed—alive, fucked perfect. His arms wrap me. No words. Just breath mingling. Unique high. Danger made it savage. But door creaks. Elise stands frozen. Horror dawns. Her eyes—shock, tears. Us exposed: him soft-cocked, glistening; me wrecked, seed trailing. Silence crushes. She turns, flees. Guilt stabs later. But ten years on… That dress hugs my post-kid curves. Damien behind me, kids out. ‘Wear it tonight,’ he murmurs. Door locks. Fever reignites.