Chapter 1.1

You look up at Peta as she hovers over you, he face inches from yours, that bright, victorious smile curving her lips like a trophy she’s been polishing for years.

“I finally took the perfect man away from Ava.”

The words land heavier than they should. They should feel like victory. Instead, they sit in your gut like cold lead.

Peta doesn’t notice. She never does. She leans in and kisses you, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against yours with the confidence of a woman who believes she’s won the ultimate prize. Her lips are soft, plump, and taste faintly of the vanilla lip balm she always wears. You kiss her back out of reflex, your hands settling on the curve of her hips, but there’s no fire in it. Not anymore.

She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her hands cupping your face possessively.

“Hey… what’s wrong, baby?” Her voice is soft, almost sweet, but there’s that undercurrent of possession that’s always been there. “We’re getting the house next Friday. The one with the big windows overlooking the park. We’re finally building our life together. Aren’t you happy?”

You **** a smile. “Yeah. Of course I am.”

She doesn’t buy it completely, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she straddles your lap properly, her thighs squeezing your hips as she settles her weight on you. The thin fabric of her silk shorts rides up, and you can feel the heat of her pussy pressing against the growing bulge in your sweatpants. She starts grinding slowly, deliberately, rolling her hips in that practiced way she knows drives men crazy.

“Mmm… there we go,” she purrs, feeling you harden beneath her. “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you. Thinking about how I finally have you all to myself. No more sneaking around. No more quickies in hotel rooms while Ava thought you were ‘working late.’ Just you and me… every night.”

Her hands slide down your chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle she loves to claim as hers. She leans in again, lips brushing your ear.

“I bet she never rode you like this, did she?” Peta whispers, her breath hot. “I bet Ava never got on her knees and begged you to fuck her raw. Never told you to cum deep inside her and knock her up while she looked you in the eyes.”

Your cock twitches hard at her words, betraying you even as your mind screams.

Peta feels it. She laughs softly, delighted, and reaches down between your bodies. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your sweatpants, wrapping around your thickening shaft. She strokes you slowly, squeezing at the base the way she knows you like.

“See? Your body knows who it really wants now,” she murmurs proudly. “It always did. You just needed time to admit it.”

She slides off your lap and sinks gracefully to her knees on the soft rug between your legs. The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the tall windows. Peta tugs your sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing your cock. It springs up, heavy and already leaking precum at the tip.

Peta’s eyes light up with that familiar hunger. She wraps her manicured hand around the base and gives you a few slow, teasing strokes, watching a thick bead of precum well up and drip down the head.

“Look at you… so hard for me already.” She leans forward and drags her tongue slowly up the underside of your shaft, from balls to tip, collecting the precum with a soft moan. “Mmm. You taste so good, baby.”

She swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, then takes you into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation is immediate and intense. Peta has always been exceptionally good at this. She sucks you in deep, her cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head, taking more of you with each pass until her nose is nearly brushing your stomach.

You groan despite yourself, one hand instinctively moving to rest on the back of her head. She hums around your cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up your spine. For a few minutes, you let yourself get lost in the feeling—the slick heat of her mouth, the way her tongue presses against the underside, the soft gagging sounds she makes when she pushes you into her throat.

But even as pleasure builds, your mind drifts.

One year ago.

The look on Ava’s face when she caught you.

That moment is burned into your memory like a brand. Her eyes widening as they moved from the glowing phone screen—Peta’s video playing on loop, her face contorted in ecstasy as she rode you—to your hand wrapped around your cock, boxers around your thighs.

The silence. The devastating, crushing silence before she whispered:

“You’re… in our bed.”

Then the rage. The pain. The way her voice cracked when she screamed “GET OUT!”

You remember packing a bag in under five minutes while she stood in the doorway like a statue, arms wrapped around herself as if she might fall apart if she let go. You remember the sound of the front door slamming behind you. The way the night air felt too cold on your skin.

You remember driving aimlessly for hours, dick still half-hard from the interrupted session, guilt and panic warring in your chest.

And then… you went to Peta.

She had welcomed you with open arms and open legs that same night.

Back in the present, Peta pulls off your cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening shaft. She looks up at you, eyes glassy with lust.

“You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” she asks, voice low but not angry. There’s a hint of smugness instead. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t mind. It just makes this hotter. Think about how much better I am than her. How much tighter my pussy is. How much wetter I get for you.”

She stands up and peels off her silk shorts and tank top in one fluid motion, revealing her naked body. Peta is undeniably beautiful—perky C-cup breasts with small pink nipples already hard, a flat toned stomach, and a perfectly waxed pussy with plump outer lips that are visibly glistening with arousal.

She climbs back onto your lap, straddling you again. This time there’s no fabric between you. She reaches down, lines up your cock with her slick entrance, and sinks down slowly, inch by inch, until her ass rests on your thighs and you’re buried to the hilt inside her.

“Fuuuuck…” she moans, head tilting back. “You’re so deep like this. God, I love how you fill me up.”

She starts riding you with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against your pubic bone on every downstroke. Her inner walls are hot, silky, and incredibly wet. She clenches around you rhythmically, milking your cock as she moves.

You grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh. The pleasure is undeniable. Her pussy feels incredible—tight, eager, always ready for you. But even as she rides you, memories keep flashing.

Six months ago.

The divorce proceedings. Ava sitting across the table from you in the lawyer’s office, eyes red-rimmed but jaw set in cold determination. She wouldn’t even look at you directly.

Jason refusing to speak to you when you tried to call him. Kyler’s single text: “I hope you’re happy.”

Elsa’s Instagram post—her and Ava on the beach in bikinis, captioned “My rock.” The comments were full of support for Ava. No one tagged you. You had become the villain in your own family’s story overnight.

And Peta… Peta had been ecstatic. She posted subtle couple photos, never tagging you directly at first, but the implication was clear. She had won.

“Baby… look at me,” Peta gasps, bringing you back to the present.

She’s bouncing on your cock now, harder and faster, her tits jiggling with every movement. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy sliding up and down your thick shaft fills the minimalist living room. Her juices are dripping down your balls, soaking into the couch cushion beneath you.

“Tell me you love this,” she demands breathlessly. “Tell me my pussy is better than Ava’s. Tell me you’re glad you left her for me.”

You hesitate half a second too long.

Peta’s eyes flash with something dark and possessive. She leans forward, grabbing your face with both hands, forcing you to look at her while she rides you relentlessly.

“Say it,” she hisses, slamming herself down harder. “Say it while you’re balls-deep in the pussy you chose.”

“I… I’m glad,” you manage, voice rough. The words taste like ash.

“Louder,” she moans, clenching around you. “Tell me you’d choose me again. Tell me you want to breed me. Tell me you want to put a baby in me so Ava knows she lost everything.”

Your cock throbs violently inside her at the words. The primal part of your brain reacts even as your conscience screams.

“I’d choose you,” you grunt, hands moving to grip her ass, helping her bounce. “I want… I want to breed you.”

Peta cries out in triumph, her pace becoming frantic. She fucks you like she’s trying to erase every memory of Ava from your body. Her pussy is soaking, gripping you like a vice with every stroke.

“Yes! Yes, baby! Fill me up! Knock me up!” she chants, her voice getting higher and more ****.

You feel your orgasm building fast. The combination of her tight, wet heat, her filthy words, and the overwhelming guilt creates a toxic, addictive cocktail.

Peta senses you’re close. She leans in, biting your lower lip before whispering hotly against your mouth:

“Cum inside me. Cum deep. Give me what you never gave her at the end.”

That pushes you over the edge.

With a guttural groan, you thrust up hard into her, holding her down on your cock as you start to cum. Thick, heavy ropes of semen flood her pussy, pulse after pulse. Peta moans loudly, grinding down on you to take every drop, her own orgasm crashing over her as she feels you filling her.

She keeps riding you through it, slower now, milking every last spurt from your balls until you’re spent and panting beneath her.

For a moment, the only sound is your heavy breathing and the faint wet sound of your combined fluids leaking out around your softening cock.

Peta collapses against your chest, nuzzling into your neck, clearly satisfied.

“See?” she whispers happily. “We’re perfect together. That house is going to be ours. Our life. Our future. Maybe even our baby soon…”

You stare at the ceiling, one hand absently stroking her back while your other arm lies limp at your side.

The vanilla candle scent suddenly feels too sweet. Too artificial.

You close your eyes, and for a brief, painful second, you see Ava’s face again—not the furious, betrayed version from that night, but the soft, loving one from years ago. The one that used to smile at you across the breakfast table while the kids argued over cereal.

Peta kisses your neck softly.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

You don’t answer right away.