The bed felt soft and warm beneath us, sheets still damp and rumpled from everything we’d done. Lara lay half on top of me again, her naked body pressed close—breasts squished against my chest, one leg hooked over my thigh, stockings wrinkled but still clinging to her legs. Her garter straps had slipped down a little, loose around her hips. My arms were around her back, hands resting on the curve of her ass, fingers lazily kneading the soft flesh.

She lifted her head just enough to look at me, eyes dark and playful, lips curved in that teasing, sultry smile she’d been wearing all night.

"I fucked his colleague the entire night on our bed," she said, voice low and thick with heat.

I let out a slow breath, feeling my dick twitch against her stomach.

"You are wilder than I thought," I said, voice rough as she shifted her hips, rubbing her wet pussy slowly up and down along my length—teasing, never quite letting me slip inside.

"That feeling was so evil... and so good," she whispered, leaning in to lick my face—slow, wet drags of her tongue across my cheek, then my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. "I can’t even explain it. He fucked me like he owned me... right there, while my husband was passed out in the next room."

"I see..." I murmured, voice dropping to a whisper. My hands squeezed her ass harder, pulling her tighter against me.

She giggled softly against my skin, then brought one hand down between us. Her fingers wrapped around my dick—still slick from earlier—holding it snug under her while she kept rocking her hips.

"I even sucked his dick," she continued, voice sultry and proud. "He held my head and shoved it in deep... just like you did to me a minute ago."

"Ahmm..." I gasped as my dick jumped in her hand, already hardening fast again.

"Hehe... that tickles, right sweetheart?" she asked, giggling low as she started stroking—slow, firm up-and-down movements, thumb brushing the head every time she reached the top.

"Yeah..." I gasped again, hips lifting a little on instinct. My hands stayed on her ass, squeezing the cheeks while she worked me.

"And even now..." she went on, biting her lower lip, eyes locked on mine, "...this feeling is euphoric. You here, inside me, while my husband is out there working by himself. He doesn’t even know his wife is paying to get fucked by another man... right now... naked all over that man."

Her hand moved lower, cupping my balls gently, rolling them in her palm while her other hand kept stroking the shaft.

"Ohh God..." I moaned, the sensations hitting hard—her words, her touch, the slow grind of her pussy along my length. My dick throbbed rock-hard in her grip, tip leaking against her stomach.

She smiled wider—wicked, satisfied—and leaned in to kiss my neck, then my jaw, then my lips—slow, wet kisses that tasted like sin.

"You like hearing how bad I am?" she whispered against my mouth.

"Fuck yeah," I breathed, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair. "Keep talking."

She laughed softly—breathless—and squeezed my dick a little harder.

"Good boy," she teased. "Because I’ve got a lot more stories... and we’ve got all night."

Her hips rolled again—slow, deliberate—rubbing her wetness all over me while her hand kept stroking.

The room had gone quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets and our breathing. Lara was still half on top of me, naked except for her wrinkled stockings and loose garter straps. Her breasts pressed warm against my chest, one leg thrown over my thigh, keeping our bodies close. My arms stayed around her back, hands resting on the curve of her ass while her fingers kept lazily stroking my dick—slow, gentle pulls that kept it half-hard under her palm.

She lifted her head a little, resting her chin on my sternum so she could look right at me. Her dark eyes sparkled with that same teasing glint she’d had all night.

"So what about you, Mister Ezra...?" she asked, keeping her hand moving—up, down, thumb brushing the head every few strokes.

I let out a small breath, trying to stay relaxed.

"You say you don’t have a girlfriend," she went on, voice dropping low and slow, "but imagine if you did... and she was out there right now, just like me... fucking someone else..."

She said it softly, almost sweetly, but the words hit like a slap. My throat tightened. I tried not to picture it, but the image flashed anyway—Aeri with some other guy, legs wrapped around him, moaning his name instead of mine. My stomach twisted hard.

*Gulp.*

I swallowed thickly. The thought made my chest feel tight. Aeri wasn’t my girlfriend—not officially—but everything I did, every night I spent here, every dollar I earned, was for her. The idea of her with someone else felt wrong. Wrong in a way that made my skin crawl.

"What would you do, Ezra...?" she asked, smirking now. She shifted her weight, cupping my cheeks with both hands so I had to look at her. At the same time she rolled her hips—slow, deliberate—pressing her wet pussy down on my dick, trapping it flat against my stomach under her body.

"Your wife goes out with someone else," she continued, voice soft and cruel in the best way, "riding someone else’s cock... sucking it off... thinking you don’t know an—"

I moved fast—hand clamping over her mouth, fingers pressing her lips shut.

"I’m not a cuck who enjoys that shit," I said, voice low and serious. "And my loved one would never do that to me."

For a second the room went dead quiet. Her eyes widened just a fraction—surprised—then softened. She mumbled something against my palm, muffled and amused.

I slowly pulled my hand away.

"Hehe... that’s good to hear," she said, lips curving into a playful smile. "I was just rage-baiting you."

She leaned in quick and kissed me—soft at first, then deeper, tongue slipping past my lips. Her hand slid back down between us, fingers wrapping around my dick again, stroking slow while she pressed her body closer.

"Such a cutie you are..." she whispered against my mouth, kissing me again—longer this time, lips crashing, heat building fast between us.

I kissed her back—harder—hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. She moaned softly into my mouth, hips rocking again, rubbing herself along my length.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavy, she rested her forehead against mine.