Chapter 1: The Forgotten Celebration
Rena adjusted the strap of her sleek black dress in the mirror, her sharp eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and guilt. She’d planned the perfect birthday dinner for Chris at La Dolce Vita, an upscale Italian spot downtown. Reservations at 7:30, a candlelit table for two, and a bottle of his favorite Chianti on ice. But as she smoothed her hair, her phone buzzed with a text that sent her heart racing.
**Darius**: *I’m back, baby. Coming to see you. Be ready.*
Her breath caught. Darius. The man who’d been gone for months, leaving her aching in ways Chris could never understand. Without a second thought, she fired off a quick text to Chris—*Meet me at the restaurant after work. Can’t wait to celebrate you.*—and tossed her phone aside. Dinner? Birthday? It all melted away. She stayed home, pacing in her tight dress, her mind already on Darius’s hands, his heat, his raw, untamed energy.
The doorbell rang, and there he was, all 6’3” of him, filling the frame with a smirk that promised trouble. “Damn, Rena, you look like you’ve been waiting for me,” he drawled, stepping in without invitation, his voice a low growl.
She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a defiant tilt to her chin. “Maybe I have. You gonna make it worth my while, or just stand there running your mouth?”
Darius chuckled, dark eyes raking over her. “Oh, I’ll do more than that. Come here.” He didn’t wait for her to move, closing the gap in two strides, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive edge. “Missed this,” he murmured, dropping to his knees, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her lace panties and tugging them aside with a rough yank.
Rena’s breath hitched as his mouth found her, hot and unrelenting, his tongue diving into her folds with a hunger that made her knees buckle. “Fuck, Darius,” she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He didn’t. He devoured her, lapping at her dripping pussy until her thighs trembled, her moans echoing off the walls. “That’s it, baby, soak me,” he growled against her, and she did—her body shuddering as she came hard, squirting all over his face, her wet panties still bunched to the side, now drenched even more.
Panting, sweating, she shoved him back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes wild with need. “I need you inside me. Now. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.” She didn’t wait for a response, climbing onto the couch and lying back, hooking her own legs up until her knees framed her face, exposing every inch of herself to him. “Look at me, Darius. You see this pussy? This ass? It’s yours. Take it.”
Darius’s grin was feral as he shed his shirt, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans. “You’re goddamn right it’s mine,” he said, freeing himself and positioning at her entrance. “Brace yourself, Rena. I’m about to wreck you.”
And with that, he thrust in, deep and aggressive, her walls clenching around him as she screamed, her body already teetering on the edge of another explosive climax. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her desperate gasps, and his low, guttural groans. This was just the beginning, and they both knew it.
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