The next two days passed in a fever of cash-fueled montum and barely contained hunger.
The sudden influx of money—$100,000 that appeared in my account like a miracle I wasn’t about to question—let move fast and quiet. I didn’t tell anyone. Not Elena. Not a soul. I just acted.
First move: a furnished two-bedroom condo in Buckhead. High-rise, sleek lines, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the Atlanta skyline that made my old Smyrna roach motel look like a bad joke. $8,500 a month. I paid six months upfront in cash, handed the leasing agent an envelope thick with hundreds, signed the papers under a na that matched my new ID I’d quietly arranged. No explanations. She didn’t ask.
I kept the place sparse but sharp: king bed with crisp white sheets, black leather sectional, massive TV, stocked bar. In the bedroom drawer I stashed silk ties, a powerful wand vibrator, flavored lube, condoms I probably wouldn’t use. Everything ready for her.
I texted Elena the address that afternoon. No fanfare.
: New spot. Tonight. 9 p.m. Red dress. Nothing else. Mark thinks book club.
Elena: He’s been watching funny. Asking why I’m "glowing."
Elena: I told him it’s new skincare. Almost laughed.
Elena: 9 sharp. I’m already wet thinking about it.
I spent the afternoon setting the mood: low lights, slow R&B bass thumping softly, chilled champagne on ice, candles that slled expensive and dirty. When the doorbell rang at 8:58 my pulse kicked hard and my cock was already thick against my slacks.
I opened the door.
Elena looked like pure sin. The red mini dress clung to every curve—hem riding dangerously high on her thick thighs, neckline plunging so deep her DD tits were barely contained. No bra; her nipples were already stiff points under the silk. No panties either—I could tell by the way she shifted her hips as she stepped inside. Hair loose in dark waves, lips glossy crimson, eyes smoky and starving.
She didn’t speak. Just kicked the door shut and launched herself at .
Our mouths collided—hot, ssy, urgent. Her tongue pushed past my lips like she was claiming territory. Hands yanked at my shirt buttons while I gripped her ass, lifting her so her legs locked around my waist. I carried her straight to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.
I threw her onto the king bed. The dress rode up instantly, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. She spread her thighs wide, breathing fast.
"I’ve been soaked since I left the house," she panted. "Mark tried to touch this morning. I pushed him away—told him I had a headache. All I could think about was you stretching again."
I stripped in seconds—shirt gone, slacks and boxers kicked aside. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
Her eyes darkened. "Fuck. I still can’t believe how much bigger you are."
I climbed over her. No slow buildup tonight. I lined up and slamd in—deep, one brutal stroke that buried to the hilt.
She scread—pleasure edged with shock—back arching off the mattress, nails digging into my shoulders.
"God—yes—so full—fuck hard—"
I started pounding. Relentless rhythm. Bed creaking loudly, headboard thumping the wall with every thrust. Her tits bounced free of the dress; I grabbed them roughly, squeezed, twisted her nipples until she whimpered and moaned louder.
"Tell why you’re here," I growled against her ear. "Tell why you’re letting fuck you instead of going ho to him."
She laughed—breathless, filthy. "Because he’s useless. Tiny dick. Cos in thirty seconds flat. Can’t even get wet anymore." She clenched hard around . "You? You make drip just from a text. I faked it with him last night—closed my eyes and pictured your cock the whole ti."
I flipped her onto her stomach. Ass up, face pressed to the sheets. I spanked her hard—once, twice—red handprints blooming fast on tan skin.
"Louder."
"He’s nothing!" she cried out, voice cracking with need. "Small, boring, pathetic! You’re the one who owns this pussy now. I’m your slut—your dirty little secret—fill up, David—breed so I can walk around his house leaking you!"
I gripped her hips and drove deeper. Balls slapping her clit wetly. She ca suddenly—violent, whole body shaking, pussy spasming and squirting onto the sheets in hot bursts. She scread my na so loud I was sure the floor below could hear.
I didn’t slow. Pulled her hair back like reins, kept railing through her orgasm, forcing her to ride the overstimulation.
"Again," I ordered. "Co again. Show how much you need this."
She reached back, fingers flying over her clit while I pounded.
"Coming—oh fuck—again—David—yes—!"
The second climax hit harder. Thighs trembling uncontrollably, more squirt soaking us both, voice breaking into desperate sobs of pleasure.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back. Spread her legs wide, hooked them over my shoulders. Re-entered slow—inch by torturous inch—watching her face twist in bliss.
"Look at ," I said. "Look at who you belong to now."
Her eyes locked on mine—pupils blown, glassy with surrender.
"I’m yours," she whispered. "Completely. I’ll leave him. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking like this."
I sped up again—deep, grinding rolls of my hips that hit every sensitive spot. Her legs locked tight around , heels digging into my back.
"Gonna co inside you," I growled.
"Yes—please—flood —make carry your baby—let Mark raise it and never know it’s yours—"
Those words snapped sothing. I buried deep and ca hard—thick, pulsing ropes flooding her depths. She clenched and milked greedily, whimpering, coming a third ti just from the heat of being filled so completely.
We collapsed in a sweaty tangle. Breathing ragged. Bodies slick.
She laughed softly against my throat. "I’m ruined. There’s no going back after that."
I kissed her slow, tasting salt and champagne on her lips. "Good. I don’t want you going back."
She curled tighter against . "Next ti... can we do it in our bed? His bed? While he’s downstairs watching TV or sothing stupid?"
I smiled against her hair. "Soon. Very soon."
We went again—slower this ti. Her riding reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing while she talked dirty about how Mark’s "little prick" could never reach the places I did. eating her out on the edge of the bed until she squirted on my tongue. Her on her knees, sucking clean between rounds, giggling when she gagged and drooled. Playful slaps, teasing bites, laughter mixed with moans when she accidentally knocked a lamp over mid-thrust.
By 2 a.m. she was limp, covered in sweat and multiple loads, smiling like she’d discovered sothing holy.
"I love this," she murmured, fingers tracing my chest. "I love you taking everything from him. From ."
I held her close. "Then get ready. Because I’m just getting started."
She drifted off against , content and marked.
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