Second round

“I’m not finished with you yet” he murmurs, voice a low promise. He takes your hand, guiding you from the couch, your legs shaky as he leads you down a hallway to his bedroom.

The room is softly lit, the large bed inviting with dark sheets. He pulls you close, kissing you deeply, hands roaming your bare skin. “I want you again,” he says, voice rough. “Right here.”You don’t resist. He lays you on the bed, the cool sheets a contrast to his warmth as he climbs over you. This time, there’s less restraint. He enters you with a deep thrust, making you gasp as he fills you completely.

The rhythm is faster, more ****, as if the first round only stoked his need. Your hands grip the sheets, then his back, nails leaving faint marks as you lose yourself in the intensity.

His lips find your neck, your breasts, teeth grazing your skin, sending sparks through you.“You drive me crazy,” he growls, thrusts growing harder, deeper, pushing you toward another peak, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, body arching to meet his.

The pleasure builds faster this time, and when you come, loudly moaning praying him to go harder, then your body tightening around him as ecstasy crashes all over you, your brain is blanking now as you think that you hadn't be satisfied by Daniel since ages, but now you're a whore, a whore that came again, on your husband's boss cock.

Ryan follows moments later, thrusts faltering as he groans, spilling inside you again. The warmth of his release floods you, even more intense in the intimacy of his bed, each pulse drawing you deeper into the moment.

He collapses beside you, both of you panting, his arm draping over your waist as the aftershocks fade and you lie there, your phone buzzes from the living room.

Reality creeps in, and you slip out of bed to retrieve it, Ryan’s eyes following with a lazy, satisfied smile. The screen shows a text from Daniel:

*Still at your meeting? It’s getting late.*

Your stomach twists, but you type quickly:

*Yeah, sorry, they’re being super picky about the details. Wrapping up soon, I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.*

You hit send, the lie settling uneasily, but you push it aside as you return to the bedroom.Ryan’s propped up on one elbow, watching you slide back onto the bed. “Everything okay?” he asks, though his tone is more curious than concerned.You nod, setting the phone aside. “Just Daniel. Checking why I’m late.”He raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “He’s got no idea, does he? What you’re out here doing, what you’re feeling.”

His hand traces lazy circles on your thigh, voice low and suggestive. “You’re here, giving yourself to me like this, and he’s just… sitting at home, not even wondering what you’re really up to.”You swallow, guilt and thrill stirring at his words. “He’s busy,” you say, almost defensively, but it sounds weak. “Work keeps him distracted. He doesn’t… notice things like he used to.”Ryan’s smirk softens, but there’s a glint in his eye. “His loss. You’re out here, burning up with me, and he’s not even curious enough to question it. Makes you wonder why he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”

His fingers trail higher, teasing, as he leans closer. “You deserve someone who can’t take their eyes off you.”His words hit a nerve, stirring something dark and unspoken. You don’t respond, but the way you lean into his touch betrays your agreement. Ryan pulls you close, kissing you softly, a contrast to the intensity of moments before.

You know you’ll need another lie to meet him again. He drop you at home after a long shower and more foreplay, while going to your front door you realize that you need Ryan again, but also, the world is full of cock that you can get hard, curiosity start taking over you, and you need to make your husband pay for ignoring you so long.