Last night eclipsed all the previous encounters in intensity and desire. We had arranged everything in advance. I told my girlfriend I’d head out to the pub with the guys to watch the World Cup match—Cape Verde versus Argentina—after midnight, giving her the house to herself. She was to tease my cousin and see how far things would go. Deep down, I half hoped he’d back down, but he never did.
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The craving was mutual. I needed to gauge his limits, whether he was all talk or truly bold. He remains oblivious that I’m in the know and that this was all premeditated. My girlfriend wore soft pink pajamas when she responded to his Instagram story. After a few minutes of playful messaging, she began teasing him in direct messages, eventually sending photos that revealed her ample breasts spilling out enticingly. His reply was instantaneous, and within half an hour, he stood at our doorstep.
Without uttering a word, he grabbed her fiercely, pulling her into a demanding, passionate kiss, asserting possession as if she belonged solely to him. She told me his bulge was unmistakable beneath his grey joggers the moment he approached our door, and she found herself unable to look away.
Once settled, they exchanged brief conversation on the sofa. She offered him a drink, but he was uninterested in pleasantries. When she asked to see him, he smirked, teasing her that she must be polite—and show him her breasts first. She obliged, slipping her top down, revealing herself, as he revealed himself on a semi-erection. She said it looked immense already.
From there, he seized complete control. She kissed him eagerly, feeling him grow rapidly. Then, with firm hands on her head, he took her to her knees in our living room, thrusting deeply and roughly, as she gagged and drooled, completely at his mercy. He praised her mouth relentlessly, reveling in her helplessness and dominance.
After permitting her a breather, they moved upstairs to our bedroom. There, he unhesitatingly claimed her, eventually pulling out and flooding her voluptuous breasts with a thick, warm release that coated her completely. Throughout, he groped and slapped her chest, laughing that his hands couldn’t even encompass them. He nibbled and bit her skin, leaving a bold hickey as a mark. His boasting was constant, asserting she was essentially his property whenever he pleased, delighting in the forbidden thrill of bedding someone else’s girlfriend in secret.
They made love intensely for about three hours, cycling through multiple rounds. She climaxed repeatedly, describing the sensations as the most powerful she’d ever experienced—like nothing before. Just when she thought he was spent, he’d recover swiftly, driving her into breathless ecstasy again and again. She was soaked with sweat, drained by his stamina and frantic pace, amazed at his seemingly endless energy.
He slipped away before I returned this morning, pretending it was another ordinary night. When I got back, she recounted every tantalizing detail as I stared at the fresh hickey adorning her breast. She was still flushed, dripping wet, her hair wild and makeup half erased from passion.
We’ve made love twice already today, both insatiably turned on. The knowledge that this cocky nineteen-year-old showed up, dominated my girlfriend in my own home, seemingly indifferent to whether I discovered it, is driving me wild with emotion.
I’m uncertain what comes next, but it’s clear there’s no turning back from this now.