The next day I crept into the apartment an hour early after work , my heart pounding in my chest. The cryptic message on her phone had been enough to set my mind racing. Same time next week, my little whore? The words had been burned into my brain since I found them. I couldn’t shake the suspicion, the gnawing curiosity that something was going on behind my back. I needed to know for sure.
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I slid into the closet just off the living room, leaving the door cracked just enough to see through. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. My breathing was shallow as I waited, every creak of the building making me jump. And then, right on schedule, I heard the knock at the door.
She answered it with a smile that made my stomach twist. “Hello,” she purred, her voice dripping with a sweetness I hadn’t heard in months. He stepped inside, his weathered face crinkling into a smirk. His rugged build, his calloused hands, the way he carried himself—it all screamed something primal, something dangerous. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he grunted, his voice rough and low.
“Maybe,” she teased, biting her lip as she leaned against the doorframe. She was wearing that tight dress again, the one that clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. No bra, no shame. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard and inviting.
He stepped closer, his eyes raking over her body like she was a piece of meat. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? Dressing like this, teasing me. You know what happens when you tease me.”
She giggled, but there was a nervous edge to it. “I know.”
He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her toward him, his other hand sliding up her thigh. “Then act like you know.”
Her breath hitched as he pushed her down onto the couch, his body looming over hers. I could see the way her pupils dilated, the way her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. She wanted this. She craved it.
“Suck it,” he growled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. It was thick and veiny, already hard and ready for her. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering toward the closet where I was hiding. For a second, I thought she might have seen me. But then she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.
The sound she made was almost obscene, a low moan that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. Her head bobbed slowly at first, her tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deeper. Her hands gripped his thighs as she sucked him, her movements growing more frantic with each passing second.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her rhythm. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?”
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan in pleasure. I could see the way her hips shifted restlessly on the couch, how she was already wet just from sucking him off. God, she was so far gone.
“Faster,” he commanded, his voice dark and demanding. She obeyed without hesitation, picking up the pace until she was practically gagging on him. Spit dripped down her chin as she worked him over, her cheeks hollowed out with the effort.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, pulling her head back just enough to meet her gaze. “You love being used like this.”
She nodded eagerly, her lips swollen and glistening. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
He pushed her head back down, fucking her mouth with abandon. “Then show me.”
She groaned as he thrust deeper, her hands clutching at his hips as she tried to keep up. The sounds were almost too much to bear—the wet slapping of skin, the choked gasps as she struggled to take him all the way down. I could feel myself getting harder just watching, my own hand moving unconsciously to my zipper.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he growled, his hips jerking erratically as he neared the edge. “Taking my cock like a whore.”
She moaned louder, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the sensation. I could see the way her body trembled, how every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire.
“I’m close,” he warned, his grip tightening in her hair. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. If anything, she got even more desperate, her mouth working him over with feverish intensity. And then, with a guttural groan, he came, his cum shooting down her throat as she swallowed every last drop.
He pulled out with a satisfied grunt, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. “Good girl,” he said, patting her cheek like she was some kind of pet.
She looked up at him with glassy eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice hoarse and breathless.
But then she turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine through the slats of the closet door. My heart stopped. Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she whispered, “Come out.”
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