Next morning come with shame

The morning sun filters through the blinds of Isaiah’s bedroom, casting soft stripes across the tangled dark sheets where you lie, your body still humming from the night before.

Isaiah’s arm is draped over your waist, his steady breathing a contrast to the restless energy stirring inside you. The memory of his relentless thrusts, the warmth of his multiple creampies, and the way he claimed you completely lingers like a **** in your veins.

Daniel’s neglect has fractured something in you, and Isaiah’s dominance, layered over the echo of Ryan’s hunger, has filled the void with a dangerous, addictive thrill.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, pulling you out from the haze. You ease out from under Isaiah’s arm, careful not to wake him, and check the screen.

Two messages: Ryan, from late last night: Can’t stop thinking about you. When can I see you again?

And Daniel, just minutes ago: You okay at Lisa’s, everything fine? I hope you forgive me for last night. Your stomach twists. You’d told Daniel you were staying over at your sister’s to cover for the night with Isaiah, but the edge in his tone, more curious than usual, feels like a warning. He’s starting to notice, and the suspicion in his words tightens the knot of guilt and thrill in your chest.

Your body, still tender from Isaiah, betrays you with a fresh wave of arousal at Ryan’s message. You’re aching, the need clawing at you despite the risks piling up. You type a quick reply to Ryan, buying time: Work’s been wild, but soon, i Promise.

Then to Daniel, you craft a careful response: Yeah, all good at Lisa’s. Got caught up talking, phone died. Heading home soon, after breakfast.

The lie feels precarious, but you hit send, glancing at Isaiah, still asleep, his chiseled features softened in the morning light.

You should leave, get home before Daniel pushes further, but the sight of Isaiah, his powerful frame, the memory of how he owned you last night, roots you to the spot. You need him again, need that rush to drown out the fear of getting caught. You slide back into bed, your hand trailing over his chest, stirring him awake. His eyes open, dark and knowing, a slow smile spreading as he pulls you close. “Morning, trouble,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that reignites the fire in your core.“I shouldn’t stay more...” you whisper, but your body presses closer, your hand sliding lower to find him already hard. “But I can’t leave yet.”

Isaiah’s chuckle is low, wicked, his hand gripping your hip. “Good. I’m not letting you go that easy.” He rolls you onto your back, his lips trailing down your neck, teasing, but he pauses, his eyes gleaming with intent. “Let’s take our time, Eva” he says, guiding you to your knees at the edge of the bed. His hand threads gently through your hair, a silent command as he frees himself, thick, dark, and throbbing. “Here's your breakfast” he murmurs, voice thick with desire.

You lean forward, your lips brushing against him, the taste rich and musky, sending a thrill through you. You take him in, your tongue swirling, savoring the way his breath hitches, his hand tightening in your hair. You find a rhythm, easier than last time, taking him deeper, your movements, relishing the power you hold as his groans fill the room. His hips shift slightly, urging you on, but then he pulls you back, his eyes are blazing, chest heaving. “Fuck, Eva, you’re so good at it, but i want something else” he smirk, pulling you up for a deep, hungry kiss.

But he’s not done with you. He lays you back on the bed, his lips trailing down your body, pausing to tease your breasts before moving lower. His hands part your thighs, and his tongue finds you, warm and deliberate, circling your clit with a skill that makes you gasp.

He’s relentless, alternating between soft flicks and deep, slow licks, his hands holding your hips as you writhe, pleasure building fast. Your fingers grip the sheets, a moan escaping as he pushes you over the edge, your climax crashing through you, leaving you trembling under his touch.

He rises, eyes dark with hunger, and positions himself above you. “you're done, but i'm not” he says, voice low and commanding. He enters you with a single, hard thrust, the stretch intense and overwhelming, making you cry out.

His rhythm is fierce, each thrust deep and unyielding, claiming you completely. Your hands rake his back, nails leaving faint marks as you match his pace, your body arching to meet him. “You’re mine this morning too” he growls, his lips against your ear, and you surrender fully, lost in the raw intensity. The bed creaks, the sound blending with your gasps and his groans, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

Your climax hits hard, your body clenching around him as you cry out, waves of ecstasy crashing through you.

Isaiah follows this time taking longer, his thrusts faltering as he groans, spilling inside you.

The warmth of his release floods you, each pulse intense and addictive, you can't even think straight.

You feel him again marking you as his.

You collapse breathless and trembling ,the sheets tangled around you full of swat and fluids.

Isaiah pulls you close, and kiss you. “You've been very naughty Eva” he says, voice soft but possessive.

But reality creeps in, you've to go back home, to Daniel, but you’re still trying to recover from Isaiah, power he has on you, and also his cum, dripping on your legs, a reminder of what you’re risking.

You type to Daniel: Sorry, coming now, just went to a new bakery nearby, Grabbing coffee with her, be home soon.

The lie feels like a gamble, but the need for Isaiah’s touch outweighs the fear. You set the phone aside, glancing at Isaiah, who watches you with a knowing smirk.“Husband getting anxious?” he asks, his hand tracing lazy circles on your hip.

You nod, the weight of Daniel’s suspicion settling in. “I think he's getting a little bit suspicious, better reassure him”

Isaiah chuckles, low and pointed. “well did you enjoyed your breakfast?” His fingers tease higher, his voice dropping.

“I gave you extra cream with your coffee” He say's jokingly.

“Hope he wont notice your cream inside me” you say, voice laughing. “It excite me a lot being that risky”

Isaiah’s eyes soften, but there’s a glint of triumph. “Well we can try it in public next time, or close to your hubby too” He pulls you close, kissing you softly, a contrast to the fun of moments before. “Come back tonight. I want more of you.”

You nod, the thrill of his words and answer: "might not be tonight, but again certainly".

You slip out of bed, your body still tender, and dress quickly, the warmth of Isaiah’s release inside you and running on your legs, as you pull on your clothes from the night before. Your reflection in his bathroom mirror tells the story: hair mussed, lips swollen, the faint flush of pleasure still on your skin. The walk of shame awaits, but it feels more like a badge of rebellion.

You leave Isaiah’s apartment, the morning air sharp against your skin as you hail a cab. The city blurs past, but your mind is stuck on Isaiah, his tongue, his thrusts, the way he claimed you—and the lies you’re weaving to keep Daniel at bay.

Your phone buzzes again as you near home: Daniel. Just checking you’re okay. Let me know when you’re back.

The concern feels foreign, almost intrusive, and you realize how far you’ve slipped from the woman you were.

You text back: taxi is just in front of our home. See you after work.

As the cab pulls up to your house, you step out, your dress wrinkled, the scent of Isaiah still clinging to you. The walk to your door feels exposed, every neighbor’s window a potential witness to your secret. Daniel’s suspicion is rising, but the ache for Isaiah, his dominance, his claim, drives you forward.

You’ll need to be careful, weave tighter lies, but the thought of returning to him tonight, of losing yourself again, is too intoxicating to resist, maybe being on the edge is what makes you feel alive!

As you enter you see Daniel preparing for work, he's a bit pressing with questions, you knew he was suspicious, but now you have the proof, maybe today is better to well behave and be a wife... Even if it can be boring...