Chapter 1: Midnight Tease
I’m sprawled across the bed, the sheets cool against my heated skin, after a grueling day. Stan, my man, is next to me, his chiseled frame barely contained by the tight tee he’s peeling off. My eyes, sharp and hungry, trace every line of his body as I feel that familiar throb between my legs. My clit is swollen, pulsing like it’s got a damn heartbeat of its own, begging for attention. I know what Stan’s packing—his cock is a beast, as long as my forearm and as thick as my calf. It’s a monster that could split me in two, and hell, sometimes I’m scared it might. But I crave it, every brutal inch, wherever I can take it.
‘Long day, huh, babe?’ Stan’s voice is low, a smirk playing on his lips as he catches me staring. ‘You look like you’re about to start a fire with that gaze.’
I laugh, sharp and biting, sliding a hand down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties. ‘Oh, I’m burning alright, Stan. Question is, you gonna put it out or just watch me smolder?’ My fingers dip lower, brushing over my aching clit, and I bite my lip, letting out a soft moan just to fuck with him.
His eyes darken, that smirk turning predatory. ‘Keep playing, Alyssa. You know I don’t just watch. I wreck.’
‘Promises, promises,’ I taunt, spreading my legs a little wider, letting him see the damp spot on my panties. I’m wet already, dripping with need, and I don’t hold back. Never have. I can squirt like a damn fountain, and Stan knows it. Loves it. My mom, Tammy, knows it too—hell, she’s heard us enough times through the walls, knows how Stan destroys me over and over. I don’t care. Let her listen.
Stan crawls over, his body hovering above mine, heat radiating off him. ‘You’re asking for it tonight, aren’t you?’ His hand grips my thigh, fingers digging into my toned flesh, inching closer to my plump ass. ‘Teasing me like a little brat.’
I arch a brow, my voice dripping with challenge. ‘Brat? Baby, I’m a fucking queen. And this queen needs her throne rocked. Think you’re up for it, or is that big cock of yours just for show?’
He growls, low and dangerous, yanking my panties down in one swift move. The cool air hits my pussy, making me gasp, but I’m already so horny I can barely think straight. ‘Oh, I’m up for it, Alyssa. I’m gonna make you scream so loud, the neighbors will call the cops.’
‘Bring it, big boy,’ I snap back, my nails raking down his back as I pull him closer. My legs—strong, wide hips ready to take a pounding—wrap around him, daring him to dive in. I’m panting now, sweating with anticipation, feeling that monstrous cock of his press against me, hard as steel. My insides clench, half in fear, half in desperate want. I know what’s coming. I know how he uses me, fills me, stretches me to my limits.
His lips crash into mine, rough and claiming, as his hand slides between us, fingers brushing my clit just enough to make me jolt. ‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ he mutters against my mouth. ‘Dripping for me already.’
‘Don’t act surprised,’ I hiss, bucking my hips against his touch. ‘You know what you do to me. Now stop talking and start fucking.’
Stan grins, wicked and wild, positioning himself at my entrance. I brace myself, my breath hitching, knowing the explosion that’s about to hit. This is just the beginning, and I’m ready to be shattered.
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