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I was getting married in three months. To my perfect, doting fiancé Andrew. He was charming, handsome, successful, and utterly devoted to me. Our relationship was everything I’d always dreamed of: loving, supportive, passionate. He made me feel cherished every single day. And yet, here I was, sneaking out of our apartment in the dead of night to meet up with my secret lover.
I felt a thrill of illicit excitement as I slipped out the door, my heart pounding. It had started so innocently, this arrangement. After Andrew and I got engaged, I’d run into an old college fling at a bar one night, Jack. Tall, muscular, ruggedly handsome, with piercing blue eyes that saw right through me. We’d flirted shamelessly; the sexual tension between us was palpable. One thing led to another and we ended up back at his place, ripping each other’s clothes off as soon as the door closed behind us.
The sex was raw, passionate, and utterly mind-blowing. Jack fucked me like he owned me, manhandling me into position and pounding into me hard and fast. I’d been addicted ever since. Every few months, when the need for something rough and dirty grew too strong to ignore, I would make up an excuse to Andrew and slip away to Jack’s place.
He never failed to deliver, fucking me with wild abandon until I was a quivering, cum-drenched mess. As I made my way to Jack’s apartment, I felt a rush of anticipation. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, to feel him split me open with his thick cock. It was so wrong, cheating on my perfect fiancé. But God, it felt so good.
I knocked on Jack’s door softly and he opened it almost immediately, tugging me inside and into his arms. “Miss me?” he growled, kissing me hard. “Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth, pressing my body against his. “Missed this.” “Missed this tight little cunt?” he asked, groping my ass. “Want me to fill it up like the desperate slut you are?”
“Yes,” I panted, rubbing myself shamelessly against his hardening cock. “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me like you own me.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Spinning me around, he bent me over the arm of his couch and yanked my skirt up. I gasped as he slapped my ass hard before ripping my panties away. His fingers delved between my legs, stroking through the slick folds.
“So fucking wet already,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re such a filthy girl.” I could only moan in response as he pushed two fingers deep inside, scissoring them roughly. His other hand gripped my hair, wrenching my head back as he pumped into me hard and fast.
“Please,” I whimpered desperately. “I need your cock. Fuck me.” Withdrawing his fingers, he undid his pants and freed his thick erection. Gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, he notched the swollen head at my entrance and slammed home with one brutal thrust. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, my walls stretching obscenely around his girth.
He set a punishing pace right from the start, pounding into me mercilessly. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room along with my wanton moans. “Take it,” he snarled above me, drilling into my cervix with each snap of his hips. “Take my cock like the dirty fucking whore you are.” “Yes,” I sobbed, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Fuck me harder. Ruin me.”
He did as I asked, pounding me so hard the couch creaked ominously. It felt so wrong but so good, being used like a cheap fuck toy. His balls slapped against my clit with each drive forward, the pleasure building quickly. I could feel myself starting to tense, my pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock.
Jack must have sensed it too because he angled his hips to hit my G-spot dead on with every thrust. “Come on my cock like a good girl,” he demanded, reaching around to rub my clit roughly. “Squeeze this dick until you milk me dry.” With a sharp cry, I did exactly that, coming harder than I ever had in my life. My pussy convulsed around him, trying to suck him deeper as I gushed all over his shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, slamming into me a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming with a guttural shout. I could feel his hot seed pumping into me as my walls continued to ripple around him. We stayed locked together for a long moment as we both came down from our highs, chest heaving.
Finally, Jack pulled out and we collapsed onto the couch in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs. “That was incredible,” I panted after a few minutes, already feeling guilty but sated. “But I can’t stay long. Andrew will wonder where I am.” Jack just smiled lazily, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. You’re amazing, you know that?”
I flushed under his praise, feeling special in a way that Andrew could never make me feel. Because Andrew loved me sweetly, gently. But Jack fucked me raw and made me feel owned, like I was truly his. As much as I loved Andrew, I knew I would never give up these stolen moments with Jack. They fed something dark and dirty inside me that Andrew could never reach.
And so, as I quietly crept back to our apartment later that night and slipped into bed next to Andrew’s sleeping form, I smiled to myself in the darkness. My perfect life was still intact. But my dirty little secret was safe, for now.
