Saturday evening settled over the condo like a deliberate hush. The city lights beyond the windows glowed soft and distant, as if the skyline itself was giving the night space to breathe. David had cleared the living room earlier—sectional pushed back, coffee table moved aside, leaving only the large area rug and a single low lamp casting warm gold across the floor. No group tonight. No planning spreadsheets. No alibis or referrals discussed. Just one woman.
Nadia.
She arrived at 8:57 p.m.—early, as always when the craving hit hardest. Black lace bra and thong set under a simple trench coat, heels clicking softly as she stepped inside. The mont the door closed she dropped the coat, standing there in the lace, hair loose in dark waves, eyes already glassy with need.
"Ethan’s retreat photos are still up online," she whispered, walking straight to him. "He looks happy in them. I looked at them today and felt nothing. Only you."
David pulled her close—kissed her slow, deep, claiming. She lted into it imdiately, moaning softly against his mouth, hands sliding under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest and abs.
He walked her backward to the bedroom without breaking the kiss—coat left abandoned on the floor. The king bed waited, sheets fresh and cool. He laid her down gently, then stood back for a mont, letting his eyes roam over her: full breasts straining the lace bra, nipples hard and dark against the fabric, flat stomach quivering, thick thighs pressed together, thong already soaked through at the crotch.
"Show ," he said quietly.
Nadia bit her lip—reached down and pulled the thong aside, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened—swollen, slick, clit peeking out begging for attention.
"Been like this since your voice note," she breathed. "Ethan called earlier. I answered while fingering myself. He had no idea."
David knelt between her legs. Kissed her inner thigh—slow, deliberate—then the other. Blew cool air over her clit. She whimpered—hips bucking.
He licked once—long, flat stroke from entrance to clit. She gasped—back arching off the mattress.
"Better than Ethan?"
"Fuck—yes—he’s small—gentle—cos too fast—I fake every orgasm—think of you every single ti—"
He ate her ravenously—tongue circling her clit in tight spirals, sucking gently then harder, two fingers sliding inside, curling against her front wall with steady pressure. She rocked against his face—moaning brokenly, hands fisting the sheets.
"Tell more."
"He never eats —says it’s too much work—I lie there frustrated after he rolls over—touch myself thinking about your mouth—"
He sucked her clit hard. She shattered—sudden, violent. Squirting across his chin and chest, thighs trembling uncontrollably, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. He didn’t stop—kept licking through the aftershocks, fingers stroking slow until she was whining, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
"David—please—too much—"
He rose—unzipped. Cock thick, hard, veins standing out, pre-cum beading at the tip. Rubbed the head through her soaked folds—coating himself, teasing her entrance.
"Beg."
"Please—fuck —fill —ruin for him—breed while he’s on his stupid retreat—"
He slamd in—one brutal thrust. Buried to the hilt. She scread—pleasure-pain, nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck—yes—so full—so deep—stretching like he never could—"
He pounded—deep, rhythmic. Bed creaking under them. Her breasts bouncing in the lace bra—he ripped it off, sucked one nipple hard while thrusting. She ca again—clamping around him, squirting down his shaft and onto the sheets.
"Tell ."
"He’s nothing—small—quick—I fake everything—you own this pussy—fuck—"
He angled deeper—hit her spot over and over. She ca a third ti—violent, whole body convulsing, pussy milking him greedily. He didn’t stop—railed through it, balls tightening.
Flipped her onto her stomach—ass up, face pressed to the sheets. Slamd back in from behind. Spanked her ass—hard. Red handprint blood on tan skin.
"Beg for it."
"Please—fill —breed —make carry your baby while Ethan thinks it’s his—"
He pounded faster—deep, punishing strokes. Balls slapping her clit wetly. She reached back—rubbed her clit furiously while he railed her.
Ca again—screaming into the pillow, pussy clamping like a vice, squirting hard onto the mattress.
He buried deep—groaned loud. Ca hard—thick, endless pulses flooding her. She whimpered—clenching, drawing out every drop, body shaking with aftershocks.
He stayed inside her—twitching, leaking—then pulled out slow. Watched his cum drip from her swollen pussy—thick white trails down her thighs.
She rolled over—breathless, wrecked. Pulled him down for a slow, filthy kiss—tasting herself on his tongue.
"Again?" she whispered.
He laughed low. "All night."
They fucked for hours.
Second round: her riding him—slow, grinding rolls at first, then frantic bouncing, tits in his face. He sucked her nipples while she rode—moaning how Ethan never lasted long enough for her to co on top. She shattered twice—squirting across his stomach—before he flipped her, finished in missionary—flooding her again.
Third: prone-bone on the rug—face down, ass up. Slow, deep thrusts. Whispering in her ear how she’d never go back to Ethan’s bed. She begged—sobbing with pleasure—ca so hard she squirted onto the floor. He pulled out at the last second—ca across her ass, watched it run down her skin.
Fourth: shower. Bent her over—fucked her against the tile. Water cascading. She ca quietly—whispering his na like prayer. He filled her one last ti—slow pulses—then held her as she trembled.
Fifth: back on the bed. Missionary again—slow, eye-locked, deep. She ca hard—squirting, begging to be bred. He flooded her—deep, claiming.
They collapsed—sweaty, tangled, breathing ragged. She curled against his chest—hand tracing lazy circles on his stomach.
"I’m filing next month," she whispered. "After the diator. I don’t want Ethan anymore. I only want you."
David stroked her hair. "Good girl. We’ll make it clean. The empire takes care of its own."
Codex pinged softly in the dark:
[Nadia – Loyalty: 99% → 100%. Full Claim Locked.]
[Cash Deposit: $65,000 – "Solo Maintenance Divorce Acceleration Bonus."]
[Liquid Net Worth: $1,352,342]
[Harem Loyalty Average: 100%. All Seven Fully Locked.]
[New Passive: "Locked Circle (Lv.1)" – All seven wives grant permanent 25% reduction in husband suspicion growth rate.]
Group chat lit up as they lay there:
Elena 🔥: How was she?
Sophia: Brian’s diation Tuesday. Shields ready.
Victoria: Caleb’s pitch April 18. Your na’s prominent.
Lauren: Derek’s texts increasing. Hedge fee posted.
Priya: Raj distracted. Fee posted.
Rebecca: Condo keys ready. When’s my turn?
David smiled into Nadia’s hair.
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