She leaves him the next day and comes back to me.

She leaves him the next day and comes back to me.

I've been waiting for this moment all weekend, my cock painfully hard from the hours of watching Sarah with Wiley. When I hear her key in the lock, I'm already standing in the hallway, my heart pounding with anticipation.

She walks in, looking slightly disheveled but glowing. Her eyes meet mine, and the smile that spreads across her face is pure seduction.

"Hey baby," she purrs, dropping her overnight bag to the floor. "Did you miss me?"

Before she can say another word, I'm on her. My mouth crashes against hers, hands gripping her waist as I push her against the wall. I can taste him on her lips, and it drives me wild with a possessive hunger I've never felt before.

"Every fucking second." I growl against her mouth.

Sarah moans as my hands roam her body, claiming every inch that Wiley touched. "I thought about you the whole time," she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"Liar," I say, but there's no anger in my voice—only raw desire. "I heard everything. Saw everything."

Her eyes darken with lust. "And did you like what you saw?"

Instead of answering, I rip open her blouse, buttons flying across the floor. Her breasts are marked with light bruises—evidence of Wiley's mouth—and the sight sends a surge of primal need through me.

"Mine," I growl, lifting her easily. Sarah wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to our bedroom, our mouths never separating.

I throw her onto the bed, standing over her as she looks up at me with those hungry eyes. "Strip," I command.

Sarah obeys slowly, putting on a show as she peels off each layer of clothing. When she's naked before me, she spreads her legs, revealing her still-swollen pussy.

"He fucked me so many times," she confesses, her voice husky. "But I saved this for you." She slides her hand between her legs, touching herself. "I'm so sensitive now. So ready for you."

I shed my clothes in seconds, my cock harder than it's ever been. "Turn over," I order. "Hands and knees."

Sarah complies eagerly, presenting herself to me. I can see the remnants of Wiley's last load still leaking from her, and rather than disgusting me, it sends me into a frenzy.

"You're going to feel the difference," I promise, positioning myself behind her. "You're going to remember who you really belong to."

I enter her in one powerful thrust, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She's so wet, so open from her weekend of debauchery, but still grips me perfectly.

"Fuck, Liam!" she moans, pushing back against me. "Yes, reclaim me. Make me yours again."

I pound into her mercilessly, one hand gripping her hip while the other tangles in her hair, pulling her head back. "Tell me who fucks you better," I demand.

“I don’t know…” She gasps “You have yet to prove it!”

Her challenge ignites something primal in me. I pull out completely, making her whimper at the loss, then flip her onto her back. Her eyes are wide with surprise and desire as I grab her ankles, pushing her legs up toward her chest.

"You want proof?" I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. "I'll give you proof."

I slam into her with a **** that makes the entire bed shake. Sarah's back arches as she screams my name, her hands clawing at the sheets. I don't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that has her gasping for breath.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I pant, driving deeper with each thrust. "To be fucked like this? To feel me lose control over you?"

"Yes!" she cries out, as he legs give away “YES… HARDER!”

I grip her thighs tighter, using the leverage to pound into her even harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by Sarah's increasingly **** moans. Her entire body is trembling beneath me, overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Look at me," I command, my voice rough with exertion. "I want to see your face when you admit it."

Sarah's eyes lock with mine, pupils dilated with pleasure. Her mouth falls open as another wave of sensation crashes over her, but she still won't give me the words I'm craving.

"Stubborn," I growl, shifting the angle to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Her response is immediate - her back bows off the bed as she cries out incoherently. As she moans “You love it.” in defiance. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls beginning to flutter around me.

"Come for me," I demand, one hand moving to circle her clit with firm strokes. "Come on my cock and tell me who makes you feel like this."

Sarah's composure finally cracks. Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screams my name over and over. But even in the throes of ecstasy, she bites her lip, refusing to concede.

The sight of her coming undone beneath me pushes me over the edge. With a final powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, marking her as mine