The bed felt warm and messy beneath us, sheets twisted and damp from sweat. Lara broke the kiss first, pulling back just enough to hold my gaze. Her dark eyes locked on mine—intense, playful, still carrying that edge of command she’d had all night. Slowly, deliberately, she rolled her hips again, grinding down so her wet pussy slid along my length without taking me in yet.

"So... enough of rage-baiting," she said in that low, sultry tone, lips curved in a small, wicked smile.

"Yeah..." I exhaled, voice rough. "I was about to lose it."

"Hehe, yeah... that’s the dominance I expect when I’m in bed," she whispered, sliding her hand between our bodies. Her fingers wrapped around my dick again—firm, slow strokes from base to tip, feeling every inch as it throbbed in her palm. She grazed her thumb over the head, then pressed me flat against her folds, trapping my cock between her pussy lips and her stomach.

"Ahmm..." I gasped, hips lifting on instinct.

"Yeah... so rock-hard and big..." she moaned softly, rocking her hips in tiny circles so the tip rubbed right over her clit. Her folds parted around me, slick and hot, coating me in fresh wetness.

"Take it in, bitch..." I groaned, hands sliding down to grip her ass cheeks hard, squeezing as my dick twitched under her.

She smiled wider—dangerous, satisfied—and lifted her hips just enough.

"Yeahh... the fire is going all in..." she breathed.

Then she sat down—slow at first, letting the head push past her entrance, then all the way in one smooth drop until I was buried deep inside her again.

"Arghh fuck yeah..." I groaned, fingers digging into her ass as she settled fully, pussy clenching tight around me.

She started grinding—slow, deep rolls of her hips—keeping me all the way inside while she rode me in lazy circles. Her breasts swayed gently with every movement, nipples brushing my chest. From this angle, up close, she looked completely different from the photo Jonathan had shown me. That picture had been soft, polite, almost innocent—a newlywed in a simple dress. Here, naked and straddling me, hair messy, lips swollen, eyes burning with heat, she looked bold. Dangerous. Like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it.

These girls... they carry so many secrets.

My mind went blank for a second—then Aeri’s face flashed in front of me. Pale, still, lying on that hospital bed with the IV drip and the steady beep of the monitor. The image hit like cold water. Everything I was doing here—the money, the nights, the pretending—was supposed to be for her. To take care of her. And here I was, buried inside another woman, while Aeri was alone in a hospital room.

Her hips started moving again—faster this time—riding me with steady, rolling thrusts that made her breasts bounce against my chest.

I grabbed her ass harder, helping her lift and drop, meeting every downward motion with an upward thrust of my own.

"Fuck... you feel so good," I groaned into her mouth.

She smiled against my lips—breathless, happy.

"Then keep fucking me, handsome," she whispered. "Don’t stop."

I didn’t.

We moved together—slow, then faster—lost in the heat and the rhythm, bodies slick and locked, chasing that high again while the rest of the world stayed locked outside the door.

The bed rocked under us in a steady, hard rhythm, headboard tapping the wall with every deep thrust. Lara straddled my hips, knees planted wide on the mattress, her black stockings rubbing against my sides every time she rolled her body. The garter straps stretched tight across the tops of her thighs, digging little lines into her skin as she moved. Sweat made her glow—small beads running down between her breasts, dripping onto my chest. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Ahh... yeahh... Ezra..." she moaned, voice breaking as she rode me. Her pussy clenched tight around my dick, wet and hot, walls pulsing like they were trying to keep me locked inside forever. Her body jerked forward with each downward drop, tits bouncing heavy in front of my face.

"Arghhh..." I groaned low, both hands gripping her ass cheeks hard—fingers sinking into the soft flesh, guiding her up and down faster. The wet slap of our bodies filled the room, mixing with her gasps and my rough breaths.

She leaned forward, hands planting on my chest for balance, nails digging in just enough to sting. Her hair fell messy around her face, strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks.

"Ahhh... so deep..." she moaned, eyes half-closed, lips parted. Every time she sank down fully, my dick pressed right against her cervix—hitting that spot that made her whole body shiver.

"Ohh fuck yeah..." I growled, hands sliding up to grab her bouncing tits. The soft, round melons filled my palms perfectly—big, heavy, nipples hard against my thumbs. I squeezed them hard, rolling the peaks between my fingers.

"Yeahh... squeeze them harder, Ezra... fuck me like you own me," she begged, voice cracking. She grabbed my wrists and pressed my hands tighter against her chest, arching her back so her tits pushed even more into my grip. Her face was fully red now, eyes glassy with heat.

"Arghh fuck!" I lost it looking at her—completely submissive, riding me like she needed it more than air. I yanked one of her hands down, pulling her forward until her chest flattened against mine. Her tits squished warm and soft between us. My hands went straight back to her ass—grabbing handfuls, spreading her cheeks as I started thrusting up into her relentlessly.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahh... -hh... yeahh..." she gasped, giggling through the moans as my dick slammed up harder and faster. The new angle made every thrust hit deeper, her pussy leaking around me, soaking my balls and the sheets.

"Arghh bitch... you enjoying this? Huh!?" I growled, one hand leaving her ass to crack down hard on the cheek.

*Slap.*

"Yes... I’m loving it... ahh..." Her voice broke into a whimper, body jerking with every hit. She leaned down quick, crashing her lips against mine in a messy, desperate kiss—tongues sliding, teeth bumping, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths.

I kept thrusting—fast, deep, relentless—hips snapping up while she rocked down to meet me. Her pussy squeezed tighter, walls fluttering like she was already close again. My hands roamed—grabbing her ass, squeezing her tits, sliding up to tangle in her hair and pull her head back so I could kiss and bite along her throat.