Chapter 6 – Riding the Wrong Man

July’s thighs trembled as she sat impaled on him, her slick walls gripping him tight, her breath ragged in the dark room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full, this stretched. Her pussy throbbed around him, spasming with every tiny shift of her hips.

“God, you’re so huge tonight,” she whispered, almost to herself, her blonde hair falling around her flushed face. “I can barely take you…”

Beneath her, the man stirred more, his chest rising sharply, his breath harsher now. And then a low grunt escaped his throat, followed by the sharp smack of his hand striking her ass.

July gasped, her head snapping down, eyes wide in the shadows. The sting bloomed hot across her skin, making her shiver. “Mark!” she breathed, half-scandalized, half-delighted. “Since when are you so naughty?”

Her shock melted into a tremble of pleasure. She bit her lip, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling him drag against her walls. The stretch was obscene, the kind that made her moan helplessly, and before long, she couldn’t stop.

She rose slowly, the thick length sliding almost out of her before she dropped back down, her body jolting as he bottomed out again. Her breasts bounced with the motion, her nipples aching. She whimpered loudly, rocking back up and slamming down harder.

“Oh my God, you feel incredible,” she moaned, her voice breaking. “I swear, you’re splitting me open… I’ve missed you so much…”

Her pace quickened, each movement bolder, hungrier. She lifted herself higher, almost pulling off, then slammed back down until the head knocked against the deepest part of her. Her thighs quivered from the effort, her nails digging into his chest for balance.

Beneath her, his hands slid from her ass to her waist, gripping tight. He guided her movements, lifting and pulling her down harder onto him, making her ride him with more force than she would have dared alone.

“Yes,” she cried out, her voice high and raw. “Fuck, help me—don’t stop!” She braced herself, clutching his forearms as her knees dug into the mattress. Her body slammed down again and again, the wet slap of her pussy meeting his hips filling the room.

Each bounce sent shocks of pleasure tearing through her, his size rubbing against places inside her she’d never felt touched before. The pressure built fast, her pussy spasming around him, her clit grinding against the base with every slam.

“God, Mark,” she panted, her voice dirty and desperate, “you’re so hard, so deep—don’t you dare stop. Fuck me like this all night if you have to!”

Her ass jiggled with every impact, her breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him harder, faster, her rhythm breaking into sharp cries and gasps. He was huge, so fucking thick she felt like she might split apart, but she couldn’t stop — she didn’t want to stop. Her body was a machine of need, and he was filling her, stretching her to the limit.

She leaned forward slightly, still kneeling above him, her blonde hair falling into her face as she slammed herself down harder with his strong hands guiding her. She held his arms for leverage, nails raking his skin, her body a blur of wet, desperate motion.

“Fuck,” she sobbed, her voice high and filthy, “you’re ruining me, Mark… I’m going to cum—oh God, I’m so close—don’t let me stop!”

And still, she was clueless. Clueless that it wasn’t her boyfriend beneath her, but his best friend — the wrong man, the bigger man, the one who would change everything.

But July didn’t care. Not at that moment. Not with her pussy stretched wide and her body bouncing happily on his huge cock, her cries echoing in the dark.

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Chapter 7 – Feasted

July’s rhythm grew frantic, her thighs burning as she lifted herself again and again, slamming back down with wet, obscene slaps that filled the dark room. Her pussy gripped him desperately, stretched to her limit, each movement knocking moans from her throat.

Then his hands left her waist, sliding upward. Large palms cupped her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading roughly. The sudden intensity made her cry out, her body jolting with pleasure.

“Mark!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “God, you’re so rough tonight…”

Her nipples hardened under his touch, her breasts bouncing in his grip as she kept riding him, her ass smacking against his hips. The mattress squeaked and cracked with every thrust, the frame groaning beneath the force of her movements.

She planted her hands firmly on his chest for balance, nails scraping across his skin through the thin layer of heat. Her blonde hair swung wildly around her flushed face, sweat glistening across her collarbones. Each bounce grew harder, faster, her body slamming down with the help of the mattress springing her back up.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice filthy and desperate. “You’re so big—so fucking big—I can’t stop… I don’t want to stop…”

The bed rattled against the wall, every slam echoing in the silence of the apartment. Her cries rose with the rhythm, sharper, louder, mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of her pussy swallowing him again and again.

Then, suddenly, his grip shifted. His big hands pressed her breasts together, squeezing them tightly, pushing them toward his face. July gasped as he lifted his head, his mouth closing hungrily around one nipple.

“Oh God!” she screamed, her back arching, her body convulsing. His tongue lashed her stiff peak, sucking hard, his teeth grazing lightly before moving to the other. He feasted on her breasts with greedy need, sucking, biting, lapping, his groans vibrating against her skin.

July’s thighs shook violently, her hips still rising and crashing down with the help of the bed’s spring. Each slam drove him deeper, rubbing her clit mercilessly against the base, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

“Mark—fuck—yes, yes—suck my tits, oh God, I’m so close!” she babbled, her voice high and broken. Her nails dug into his chest, clutching for balance as the mattress rocked beneath them, bouncing her harder onto his cock.

He groaned against her flesh, sucking harder, pulling her breast deeper into his mouth as his hands kneaded her roughly. The wet noises of his mouth mingled with the obscene slap of her body meeting his, filling the dark room with filthy, animal sounds.

Her eyes rolled back, and her lips trembled with every nerve in her body screaming for release. “I’m gonna cum—Mark, I’m so close—I can’t hold it!” she cried, her voice hoarse.

Her pussy clamped down, spasming wildly as the pleasure built to unbearable heights. Each thrust of his huge cock stretched her raw, the feasting at her breasts driving her mad. She was right there, trembling on the knife-edge, ready to break completely—

Still clueless. Still convinced it was Mark beneath her. Still blind to the truth that this wasn’t her boyfriend at all, but Jake — the man she’d never thought she’d touch, now buried inside her and feasting on her tits as she bounced herself into oblivion.

And July was seconds away from cumming all over him.

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Chapter 8 – The Wrong Name

The room shook with the rhythm of her body. July bounced wildly on him now, her ass slamming down with wet cracks that echoed against the walls, the mattress groaning beneath their frantic pace. Sweat dripped down her spine, her breasts heaving with every ragged cry as his cock stretched her to the breaking point.

Her hands clutched his chest for support, nails dragging red lines across his skin, while his mouth devoured her breasts. His lips latched onto one swollen nipple, sucking hard, then biting lightly before moving to the other, his big hands kneading her flesh roughly as though he couldn’t get enough.

She was right there, teetering, her pussy fluttering around him, her body screaming for release. Every slam down sent his huge cock knocking against her deepest places, rubbing her clit with unbearable force. She couldn’t hold it back much longer.

And then — his voice.

Low, rough, unmistakably male.

“Cum for me, you hot little slut.”

July’s entire body jolted. The words crashed through her haze like a thunderclap. The tone — deeper, harder — wasn’t Mark’s. Her head snapped down, her blue eyes wide, her lips parting in shock.

“J… Jake???” she cried, her voice breaking, even as her hips still pounded down, riding him mercilessly.

The realization hit her in the same instant her orgasm did.

Her body betrayed her completely, shattering around him with a violent climax. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably on his cock, milking him, clamping tight, dragging a scream from her throat. Not only that, but her thighs trembled, her back arched, her hair whipped around her face as she collapsed forward.

Jake’s big hands slid instantly to her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly, pulling her tighter onto him as if claiming her completely. His mouth never left her breasts — if anything, he feasted harder, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth, groaning hungrily as he gorged on her soft flesh.

“No… oh God… Jake—” she sobbed, but her voice dissolved into moans, her body still convulsing, mid-orgasm, even with the truth burning in her mind.

Her arms gave way, and she fell against him, her heavy tits pressed into his face. Instead of pulling away, she clutched his head tighter, shoving his mouth deeper into her cleavage, desperate for more sensation even as shame tore through her. Her body wanted it — no, needed it.

“Yes… oh fuck, don’t stop—” she cried, grinding down onto him through her orgasm, her pussy dripping wet, stretched wide around his massive cock.

Jake groaned into her breasts, his tongue flicking and circling, his hands squeezing her ass hard enough to bruise. She was impaled fully on him, every inch inside, her walls clenching helplessly as wave after wave of bliss tore through her.

Finally, the orgasm ebbed, leaving her trembling, gasping, still impaled on his cock, her nipples wet from his mouth, her ass still in his rough grip. He kept feasting lazily at her tits, squeezing her curves like he had all the time in the world, while she lay against him, her heart hammering, her mind spinning with the truth.

She knew now. She knew it wasn’t Mark. She knew it had been Jake all along.

And yet her pussy still clenched tight around him. Her body still trembled with aftershocks of bliss. She was still on his cock, still in his bed, still letting him feast on her as if she belonged there.

This mistake was no longer a mistake.

It was the point of no return.

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Chapter 9 – A Mistake That Feels Too Good

The room was hot with their ragged breaths, the heavy silence broken only by the creak of the bed and the pounding of July’s heart in her ears. She stayed frozen, straddling him, her pussy still stretched wide around his cock, her thighs trembling from the effort of holding herself up. Sweat slicked her skin, dripping down the valley of her breasts onto his chest.

Jake’s hands stayed firm on her ass, gripping her as if she might try to slip away. Slowly, he lifted his head from between her tits, his face rising close to hers until their foreheads almost touched, their lips inches apart. His eyes locked on hers, dark, unreadable, and far too calm for what had just happened.

July’s breath hitched, panic cutting through her haze of pleasure. “Jake…” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Where’s Mark? He’s supposed to be here… not you…”

Jake’s chest heaved against hers, their slick bodies pressed together. His voice was low, gravelly, edged with something she couldn’t name.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said. “You came in here… and you thought I was him.”

She shuddered, the truth burning her ears. Her lips trembled. “We’re… we’re having sex, Jake. Oh God, this is so wrong.”

His gaze didn’t falter, his hands still kneading her ass slowly, deliberately. “Yeah,” he said, almost like a sigh. “It’s wrong. A mistake.” His thumbs pressed deeper into her soft flesh, pulling her down harder against him, grinding his cock deeper inside her. She moaned helplessly, her head tipping back.

“But you don’t feel sorry,” she gasped, her blonde hair sticking to her damp cheeks.

Jake’s mouth twitched into the faintest smirk, his voice steady. “No. I don’t.”

Her eyes widened, her pussy clenching traitorously around him. His big hands gripped her ass rougher now, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp softly, then pulling her against him until her tits rubbed across his sweaty chest. His cock throbbed deep inside her, every twitch reminding her that he wasn’t letting go.

Her voice broke again, half moan, half sob. “We can’t… Jake, Mark’s right there in the next room… and I’m—oh God—I’m on top of you.”

“You are,” he murmured, his lips hovering close, his breath hot against hers. “You came in here, stripped down, and sat on my cock. And now you’re not going anywhere.” His fingers spread her ass wider, lifting her slightly only to slam her back down, burying himself deeper. She cried out, her nails raking his chest.

“Tell me it doesn’t feel good,” Jake whispered, his voice dark, low, knowing. His face hovered just above her breasts, his lips brushing her damp skin as he spoke.

July whimpered, torn between the fire in her chest and the fire in her core. “It feels… too good,” she confessed, shaking, sweat dripping from her temples. “That’s what makes it so wrong.”

Jake’s jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving hers as his hands squeezed her ass rougher, more possessive, pulling her down hard enough that she moaned again. “Then maybe,” he said, his lips brushing the top of her breast, “it’s a mistake worth making.”

And July knew, trembling and impaled, her pussy still gripping his thick cock, that he wasn’t going to let her go.

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Chapter 10 – Giving In

July’s body quivered as the truth sank in — she was on Jake, not Mark. Her boyfriend slept only a few steps away while she sat fully impaled on his best friend’s cock, trembling, sweating, her tits pressed to his chest. Panic clawed at her chest, her blue eyes wild, her blonde hair plastered to her damp skin.

She tried to move, to stand, to break free. Her palms pressed into his chest, pushing herself upward. Inch by inch, his thickness slid out of her, the stretch easing, her pussy fluttering desperately as if refusing to let go.

And then the emptiness hit her.

The absence of him inside her was unbearable — sharp, hollow, like her body had been carved out. She froze halfway off him, gasping, her walls clenching around nothing. A whimper tore from her throat, and before she could stop herself, her hips dropped.

The thick length slammed back inside her.

“Oh God!” she cried, her back arching violently, her tits bouncing.

She lifted again, trembling, then dropped harder. The wet slap filled the room, obscene, filthy, her pussy clamping greedily around him. Her head fell back, her hair flying as she slammed down again, moaning loud enough that guilt flared hot in her chest — but she couldn’t stop.

Jake growled low, his hands seizing her ass, squeezing rough, pulling her tighter onto him. His mouth crashed into hers, swallowing her gasp in a kiss that was wet, messy, hungry. His tongue claimed hers, his teeth nipping her lip, his groan vibrating in her throat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, clutching him as she kissed back, moaning into his mouth. She broke away only to pant ragged words, her voice filthy and trembling.

“Fuck me, you bastard… make me cum…”

Her hips moved faster, bouncing up and down, her ass smacking against his thighs, the mattress cracking beneath them. She rode him in hard, greedy slams, her pussy stretched wide, slickness dripping down his shaft with every brutal bounce. Her heavy tits swung and jiggled, sweat glistening on her skin, her cries turning louder, sharper.

Jake groaned, guiding her from below, his hands gripping her ass tight, helping her rise and crash down harder. His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her raw, filling her in a way Mark never had.

“Yeah,” he rasped against her lips, his eyes dark and wild. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

Her thighs burned, her voice broke, but she didn’t stop. “I want it—fuck—I want it so bad…”

Their bodies slapped together in a filthy rhythm, the room thick with sweat and sex. She bounced faster, harder, her cries echoing off the walls, her pussy stretched to the limit, every slam dragging her closer to the edge.

And Jake was there beneath her, kissing her fiercely, squeezing her ass rougher, helping her ride harder, feeding her every dirty need while her guilt melted into pure, uncontrollable bliss.

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Chapter 11 – Breaking Point

The rhythm between them grew savage. July bounced faster, her thighs burning, her blonde hair whipping around her face as sweat poured down her skin. Each slam of her hips drove his cock deeper, each wet crack louder in the dark, each moan ripping raw from her throat.

Her lips crashed into Jake’s, muffling her scream as she rode him harder, faster. Their kiss was messy, furious, their tongues tangling, teeth clashing, her cries spilling into his mouth.

Jake’s grip tightened brutally on her ass, his big hands lifting and slamming her down while his hips thrust up from below. The collision made her sob into his mouth, the sheer depth of him shattering her. He drove so far inside her, she thought she might split apart, her body stretched beyond reason, filled to the core.

“Ohhh—God—!” she wailed against his lips, her nails raking down his chest.

And then it hit her.

Her climax ripped through her with violent force. Her body seized, her pussy spasming wildly, milking him as gush after gush spilled from her, soaking his cock, soaking the mattress beneath them. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, her back arched, and her tits bounced against his chest as she screamed into his mouth.

Jake groaned, pulling her down harder, pushing deeper, his cock pounding inside her while she convulsed. His kiss was savage, devouring, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as if he wanted to own even her cries.

July went limp in his grip, trembling, gasping, still gushing, her pussy clenching desperately as wave after wave crashed through her. She clung to him, kissing him furiously, her lips swollen and wet, her moans spilling into his mouth.

Between kisses, her voice broke, sobbing words she couldn’t hold back.

“This is wrong,” she gasped against his lips, still riding the aftershocks. “Jake—oh God—you shouldn’t be fucking me—I’m your best friend’s girl—”

He kissed her harder, swallowing the words, his hands still squeezing her ass, keeping her impaled on his cock.

She whimpered, moaned, then whispered again, her forehead pressed to his, their noses brushing. “You’re betraying Mark… I’m betraying him too…” Another sob tore free, followed by a kiss so desperate it left her dizzy.

And still she couldn’t stop.

Her hips twitched weakly, her pussy still pulsing around him, her lips crashing back onto his. They kissed furiously, hungrily, sweat dripping between them, their chests heaving, her blonde hair sticking to her damp face.

She was on top of him, still impaled on his huge cock, still trembling from her orgasm, her lips locked with Jake’s in a kiss that tasted of guilt, sweat, and raw, filthy pleasure.

And July knew — with every desperate kiss, every squeeze of his hands on her ass, every twitch of his cock inside her — that nothing would ever be the same again.

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Chapter 12 – No Stopping Now

July lay trembling against his chest, her lips swollen from furious kisses, her body still pulsing from her orgasm. And yet Jake’s cock was still buried inside her — hard, heavy, unrelenting. She shuddered, wide-eyed, realizing he hadn’t cum.

Her voice came out ragged, half scolding, half desperate. “You… you fucked me… you haven’t even finished yet. Jake… how can you live with this? With what you’re doing to me?”

For the first time, his mouth curved into a grin — slow, wicked, hungry.

Before she could say more, his grip shifted. His arms wrapped around her, and with one fluid motion he rolled them, slamming her back into the mattress. July squealed in shock, her blonde hair flying, her tits bouncing against her chest as the air rushed from her lungs.

And still, he was inside her.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him — his body looming above hers, his dark hair damp with sweat, his chest heaving. His cock throbbed deep inside her pussy, so thick and hard she clenched around him instinctively, moaning despite herself.

"Jake—” she gasped, but her protest dissolved into a sharp cry as he pulled almost all the way out — only to slam back inside with brutal force.

Her entire body jolted, her breath ripped from her lungs, her tits bouncing wildly.

“Ohhh God!” she screamed, clutching at his shoulders.

Again, he pulled back, then drove into her, the wet crack obscene, the mattress groaning under the impact. Each thrust knocked the air from her chest, left her gasping and moaning in broken cries.

“You can’t—” she panted between thrusts, her voice shaking, “you can’t do this to me—fuck—Mark is your best friend—”

Jake’s mouth lowered close to hers, his voice rough, guttural. “I can’t stop. Not now. Not after I’ve had a taste of you.”

Her pussy clenched violently at his words, betraying her again. He felt it, grinned darkly, and slammed even harder. The head of his cock hammered into her deepest places, stretching her raw, making her legs quake.

Her long, soft legs wrapped around him on instinct, clinging, locking him in deeper. Her ankles crossed at the small of his back, her thighs trembling as she pulled him closer, even while her lips sobbed his name.

“Jake—ahhh—oh God—it’s too much, you’re too big—” she cried, but her hips bucked up to meet his, fucking back against him.

The bed frame rattled against the wall, the springs squealing with every violent thrust. Her tits bounced high with each slam, her nipples dragging across his slick chest, sweat smearing between them. She clutched him desperately, nails raking his back, her voice breaking in hoarse cries.

Every thrust left her tingling all over — her skin alive, her clit throbbing with every slap of his hips, her pussy stretched tighter than she’d ever imagined. She had never been fucked like this, never felt so filled, so consumed. It was raw, rough, and it made her see stars.

Her breath came in ragged sobs, her voice a broken mix of guilt and ecstasy. “You shouldn’t… oh fuck, you shouldn’t fuck me like this—this is so wrong—but oh God—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Jake’s pace grew brutal, his hips snapping, slamming her into the mattress again and again until she could barely breathe. His mouth found hers, kissing her savagely, swallowing her cries, his tongue claiming her as his cock claimed her body. His hands clamped her wrists to the sheets, pinning her completely beneath him, driving harder, faster, deeper.

And July clung to him, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her nails carving his back, her body tingling with unbearable pleasure.

She had never felt anything like this.

Never been fucked like this.

And as she moaned into his mouth, her body breaking beneath him, she knew she would never forget it — no matter how wrong it was.

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Chapter 13 – Brutal Confessions

The air in the room was thick, hot, filled with the sharp scent of sweat and sex. July’s body trembled beneath him, pinned to the mattress as Jake hammered into her. Every thrust made the bedframe groan, the mattress creak, the springs squeal. The slap of their bodies meeting was obscene, wet, relentless, echoing in the silence of the apartment.

She clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his slick skin, her blonde hair plastered to her damp face. Her blue eyes were wide with shock and pleasure, her lips swollen from his kisses.

Her voice came out hoarse, broken by the rhythm of his thrusts. “I… I never thought—fuck—I’d ever let you… do this to me. We’ve been friends for two years, Jake—just friends—” Her words melted into a cry as he slammed deeper, her tits bouncing wildly against his chest.

Jake grunted low in her ear, his breath hot, his cock driving into her without mercy. “Friends don’t fuck like this.” His hips snapped again, harder, making her squeal. He kissed her jaw roughly, biting her ear. “You came into my bed and let me ruin you.”

She whimpered, her head tossing side to side against the pillow. “This is wrong—Mark’s my boyfriend—you’re his best friend—” Her voice cracked, her thighs quivering. “But God, Jake, it feels too fucking good…”

Her pussy clenched around him at the confession, milking him greedily, and Jake groaned, slamming her harder. The bed frame banged against the wall with each thrust, the whole room shaking with their rhythm.

“You’re cheating on him,” Jake growled, his lips brushing her neck. “Right now. Fucking your best friend’s cock like you were made for it.”

Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a cry she barely smothered. The thought made her wetter, her clit throbbing, her pussy sucking him in deeper.

“Ohhh fuck,” she gasped, covering her mouth with one hand, her voice muffled. “Talking about Mark—oh God—it makes me so horny, Jake…”

Something shifted in him at that. He growled, pulling back sharply, his cock dragging out until only the thick head remained inside, then slammed back in with brutal force. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, her tits jiggling wildly.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough, guttural. “Tell me how wrong it is while you cum on my cock.”

Her body quivered violently, her thighs shaking, but she obeyed, her voice a high, filthy whimper. “I’m fucking my boyfriend’s best friend… and I can’t stop. I should hate myself—but it’s making me cum harder—”

Jake grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her skin. He shifted suddenly, lifting her long legs higher, folding them up until her knees pressed near her chest. Then, with a growl, he hooked her ankles over his shoulders and drove deeper.

July screamed, the sound muffled by her own hand clamped over her mouth. “Jake—oh God—you’re so deep—I can’t take it—” Her body arched beneath him, her tits bouncing violently, sweat pooling between her breasts.

The new angle speared her open, his cock slamming against her deepest places with brutal precision. Her pussy gushed around him, soaking the sheets, the mattress darkening beneath them. Every thrust made the frame crack and groan, the headboard thudding against the wall in a steady, filthy rhythm.

Jake grunted with each slam, his breath ragged, his body flexing above her. “You like it,” he rasped, his voice low and furious. “You like me fucking you while he sleeps down the hall.”

Her eyes fluttered, tears of guilt mixing with sweat on her cheeks. She sobbed, her voice shaking. “I love Mark—but God—I can’t stop… Jake, you’re too big—you’re destroying me…” Her hips lifted into his, fucking back against him despite the words.

The sound of their bodies filled the room — wet slaps, her muffled cries, his guttural grunts, the bed squealing in protest.

Her pussy spasmed again, her whole body tingling, nerves alight, pleasure spiraling high. She gripped his arms tight, nails digging, her legs locked over his shoulders as he pounded her mercilessly.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she moaned into her hand, her voice filthy and desperate. “Don’t stop—make me cum again—even if it’s wrong—make me forget everything…”

Jake growled deep, his thrusts turning savage, every slam shaking the bed, his cock driving so deep she thought he’d split her in two. His sweat dripped onto her tits, his mouth crashing onto hers in a brutal kiss, their tongues clashing, their moans tangled.

And July knew — as her body quaked beneath him, as guilt and ecstasy blurred into one — that nothing had ever felt like this. Not with Mark. Not with anyone.

And she was terrified that she never wanted it to end.

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Chapter 14 – Filled

The room rattled with every brutal thrust, the bed frame groaning, the mattress squeaking, the sound of wet flesh slapping echoing in the dark. July was folded beneath him, her long legs hooked high over his shoulders, her tits bouncing violently with every slam of his hips. Her pussy was a wet, swollen mess, stretched to its limit, gripping his cock like it would never let go.

Her cries had grown ragged, desperate, muffled by her hand clamped over her mouth — because Mark was still in the next room, asleep, clueless. Every time she thought of it, shame licked at her chest, only to melt into another wave of unbearable heat. She was fucking his best friend, brutally, filthily, and she couldn’t stop.

And then Jake’s pace faltered, his thrusts turning shorter, rougher, his body trembling above hers. He leaned in close until their noses brushed, his breath hot and ragged, his eyes dark and wild, locked on hers.

July froze, her heart hammering, because she knew that look.

He was close.

Her pussy clenched around him violently, as if her body wanted it, needed it, even while her mind screamed no. She whimpered, shaking her head, her lips brushing his as her words broke out in gasps.

“Jake… you really shouldn’t… oh God—you can’t cum inside me—please, don’t—”

But her body betrayed her. Her nails clawed at his slick back, pulling him closer, her hips lifting into his thrusts, fucking him back even as she begged him not to. Her pussy fluttered wildly around him, dripping down his cock, pulling him deeper with every spasm.

Jake groaned, his forehead pressing against hers, their noses brushing, their mouths hovering together without kissing. His voice was guttural, primal, his words vibrating in her chest.

“I’m going to cum,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up. You’re mine now.”

Her eyes flew wide, her lips trembling, a sob caught in her throat. “No—you can’t—” she cried, but her voice dissolved into a moan as another deep thrust speared her open. “God, Jake—you’re so deep—I can feel it—”

He slammed harder, his cock swelling inside her, each brutal thrust hitting her deepest spot. The bed frame cracked against the wall, the whole mattress shaking violently beneath them. July was pinned, helpless, nose-to-nose with him as he drove her to the edge.

“Take it,” Jake growled, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning into hers. “Take all of it while your boyfriend sleeps down the hall.”

Her pussy convulsed, her clit throbbing, her body on fire. She sobbed and moaned at once, her head tossing against the pillow. “Ohhh God—yes—fuck—I can’t stop—you’re going to make me cum—”

And then he broke.

With a guttural roar, Jake buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing violently as hot spurts of cum exploded inside her. His hips jerked against her, grinding deep, filling her with thick heat. His eyes stayed locked on hers, their noses brushing, his breath ragged as he growled through clenched teeth, “You’re mine now, July. Mark will never fuck you like this.”

The moment his cum spread inside her, July shattered.

Her orgasm tore through her with earth-shattering force, her pussy clamping down in spasms, milking him, squeezing every drop from his cock. A gush spilled out around him, soaking the sheets, mixing with his cum as she screamed into his mouth. Her body shook uncontrollably, her tits heaving, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.

She kissed him furiously, desperately, their mouths crashing together, wet and frantic, tongues colliding. Every kiss was a sob, a moan, a plea. She clung to him with shaking arms, her nails raking his back, her legs wrapping tighter around him, keeping him buried inside her as they both came undone.

The room was filled with the sound of their release — his deep, guttural grunts, her high, broken cries, the wet squelch of his cock pumping cum into her spasming pussy, the bed groaning beneath their violent rhythm.

July was lost in it, trembling, crying into his mouth, whispering between ragged kisses. “This is wrong—we shouldn’t—oh God—but you feel so good inside me—I can’t stop, Jake—I can’t stop…”

Her orgasm faded slowly, leaving her limp beneath him, their sweaty bodies plastered together. His cock still throbbed inside her, leaking cum deep into her, their faces pressed close, lips swollen from furious kissing.

And in that quiet, trembling aftershock, July realized she had let her boyfriend’s best friend cum inside her — and she had never felt anything so devastatingly good.

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Chapter 15 – No Way Back

The room smelled of sex. Hot, raw, overwhelming. July lay pinned beneath him, her chest rising and falling in frantic gulps of air, her hair plastered to her damp cheeks, her tits glistening with sweat where they pressed against his chest. She trembled with every aftershock still rippling through her body, her pussy quivering around him.

Jake groaned softly, his body still taut above hers, then slowly lowered his weight until his lips brushed hers. The kiss was different now — soft, unhurried, their tongues meeting gently.

And then, with a slow slide, he pulled out of her. July whimpered at the emptiness, at the wet slip of him leaving her body. She felt their combined mess leak down onto the sheets, warm and filthy. Her heart stuttered, panic flashing in her chest.

Her blue eyes went wide. “Oh my God… I was so loud,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking. “Jake… what if Mark heard us?”

Jake’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her damp skin. His grin was lazy, satisfied. “He didn’t. Trust me, the guy was passed out before you even crawled into bed.”

July covered her face with both hands, her blonde hair sticking to her palms. “Oh my God, Jake… what did we just do? We can’t… we can’t ever undo this.”

His hand slid down, tracing the curve of her neck, then settling on her breast, kneading softly as though to calm her. “You’re right,” he said, his voice steady. “We can’t go back. We’ll never be just friends again.”

Her hands slipped down, revealing her flushed face. “We’ve known each other for two years. You’ve been Mark’s roommate, my friend… and now…” She trailed off, her voice breaking into a soft, guilty moan as his fingers teased her nipple.

“Now,” Jake finished for her, leaning in to kiss her lips slowly, “you’re the girl I just fucked senseless while your boyfriend was asleep down the hall.”

July groaned into his mouth, half-horrified, half turned on. She pushed at his chest weakly but then pulled him back into the kiss, her body betraying her again.

When their lips parted, her voice shook. “Jake… we can’t tell him. Mark can never find out.”

Jake smirked, leaning down to kiss her again — short, teasing. “Relax. I’m not telling him.” He brushed his lips across her cheek, whispering, “As long as I can keep fucking you, your secret’s safe.”

July gasped, smacking his chest lightly, her face flushing deeper. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Maybe,” he said, grinning, “but you didn’t seem to mind.”

She buried her face in his neck, shaking her head, and then, to her own surprise, she laughed — high and shaky at first, then louder. Jake joined in, their laughter muffled against each other’s sweaty skin. The absurdity of it all — sneaking, moaning, cumming while Mark slept meters away — cracked something in her panic.

When they calmed, her smile lingered, her eyes still bright with guilty amusement. “We’re insane. Absolutely insane.”

Jake’s hand slid to her thigh, squeezing it possessively. “Insane… but worth it.”

She kissed him again, softer this time, sighing into his mouth. Her panic was fading, replaced by a reckless heat curling in her stomach again.

Then Jake whispered in her ear, his tone low and wicked, “Let’s go see if Mark’s still sleeping.”

A sharp jolt shot straight through her pussy, her breath catching. Her thighs clenched, her whole body shivering with fresh arousal. She stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted. “Jake… you’re terrible.”

He only grinned, sitting up and pulling her with him. Their fingers laced together naturally, and as they stood, still naked, still messy, July realized her heart was pounding not with fear anymore — but with the thrill of whatever came next.

Hand in hand, they stepped off the ruined bed toward the hall.

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Chapter 16 – Watching Him Sleep

The hallway was dim, the faint glow from the kitchen spilling just far enough to cast pale light into Mark’s room. July’s heart hammered in her chest as Jake guided her forward, their fingers laced, their naked bodies still slick with sweat and sex.

Mark was sprawled across his bed, one arm flung over his face, breathing deep and even. Peaceful. Completely unaware.

July froze in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. The guilt struck hard for a moment — her boyfriend sleeping soundly, trusting, oblivious — but then Jake stepped up behind her, pressing his hot, solid body against her back.

She shivered, her blonde hair brushing her damp shoulders, her tits bare, her nipples hard in the cool air. His heat enveloped her, his cock already twitching against her ass.

“Jake…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We can’t. Not here.”

His response was a low growl as his big hands slid up to her breasts, cupping them roughly, kneading the soft flesh until she whimpered. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, making them stiffen to aching points.

Her knees weakened instantly, her moan slipping out far too loud. She slapped a hand over her mouth, panic flashing through her as Mark stirred faintly, rolling onto his side.

“Shhh,” Jake whispered against her neck, but his mouth betrayed him, latching onto her skin with hot, wet kisses. His lips dragged up the slope of her throat, nibbling at her ear, then pulling her lobe into his mouth. July’s eyes fluttered closed, her entire body shivering.

“Oh God,” she mouthed silently, her chest heaving.

He didn’t stop. His mouth found hers from the side, capturing her lips in a deep, messy kiss. She melted against him, moaning again despite herself as his hands squeezed her tits rougher, his cock grinding lazily against her ass.

The whole situation was surreal.

Her boyfriend — the man she thought she loved, the man she had been loyal to for two years — slept peacefully a few feet away. And here she was, naked, sweaty, being groped and kissed by his best friend right in the open doorway.

The wrongness of it made her dizzy. The danger of being caught made her pussy throb.

Jake’s hands slid lower, gripping her hips, pulling her ass flush against his hardness. His tongue pushed into her mouth, swallowing her soft cries as his fingers roamed her body. She moaned loudly into the kiss, and the sound made Mark shift again, his blanket slipping down to his waist.

Panic stabbed through her chest. She broke the kiss, gasping, her lips wet and swollen. “Jake—we have to go. Now. Before he wakes up.”

Jake’s hands tightened on her hips, his cock grinding against her slick folds from behind. “Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, his voice dark and dangerous.

July groaned, half in frustration, half in desperate need. She leaned her forehead against the door frame, trembling. “If we don’t leave, he’ll hear us… Please, Jake.”

He still didn’t let go, his lips dragging down her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin.

Her resolve cracked. She sighed, her voice shaking, her pussy already betraying her with every throb. “Fine… you can fuck me again. But only if we go now.”

That got him.

Jake grinned against her neck, his teeth nipping her skin before he finally released her. He took her hand again, tugging her back down the hall. “Deal,” he said, his voice low and smug.

Her stomach flipped, a hot jolt shooting straight into her pussy. She knew exactly what “again” meant when he pushed open the bathroom door. The small space, the steam, the shower — and Jake pressing her against the tiles until she forgot how to breathe.

July’s pulse raced as the door closed behind them. She was still trembling from the sight of Mark asleep — and from the thrill of knowing she was about to let his best friend fuck her again under the running water.

And the guilt that had burned minutes ago was already melting into heat.

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Chapter 17 – Steam and Betrayal

The bathroom filled with the hiss of running water, steam curling against the mirror and fogging the tiles. July leaned against the counter, naked, her blonde hair sticking to her damp shoulders, her cheeks still flushed from what they’d done. She glanced at Jake, who was fiddling with the shower knobs, and let out a shaky laugh.

“You know,” she said, crossing her arms under her breasts, “we’re only in here to wash. Nothing else. My body can’t take another round, not after what you just—”

Her words cut off in a squeal as Jake turned suddenly, grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her into him. His mouth crashed onto hers, hot and forceful, swallowing the rest of her protest. His tongue pushed into her mouth, his lips hard and unrelenting.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her moan muffled by his kiss. She barely had time to gasp before his strong hands hooked under her thighs, lifting her off the ground with effortless strength. Her back hit the cool tiles, and she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, her wet tits pressed to his chest.

“Jake—” she whispered breathlessly when he broke the kiss for air.

“Shut up,” he growled, smirking, his mouth finding her throat. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing hard as he adjusted her higher, her legs wrapping around his waist. His cock pressed thick and heavy against her slick folds, hard again, throbbing with hunger.

The hot spray hit them, cascading over their bodies, washing away sweat but only fueling the heat. July’s nipples stiffened against his chest, her blonde hair plastered wet to her face.

“Jake,” she tried again, panting, “I said no—”

But his cock slid against her entrance, teasing, rubbing her swollen clit with the thick head. A helpless moan escaped her lips, her head falling back against the tiles.

“Yeah?” he murmured against her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. “Doesn’t sound like no to me.”

She whimpered, clinging tighter, her thighs tightening around his waist. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re soaked,” he growled, grinding against her again. “And not just from the water.”

Before she could answer, he thrust upward, spearing into her with one brutal stroke. July’s cry echoed in the small bathroom, bouncing off the tiles.

“Ohhh God!” she screamed, her arms locking around his neck. Her pussy stretched wide, clamping down as he filled her to the hilt, pressing deep into her belly.

Jake groaned, his mouth finding hers again. “That’s it. Take it, July.” His kiss was savage, wet, their tongues colliding as he slammed her up and down.

He held her up effortlessly, his big hands gripping her ass, kneading her cheeks roughly as he used his strength to lift and drop her on his cock. The sound of wet slaps mingled with the hiss of the shower, her moans swallowed by his mouth.

Her tits bounced wildly against his chest with every brutal slam, her nipples dragging across his slick skin. She broke the kiss to cry out, her voice ragged. “You’re fucking me again—while my boyfriend’s in the next room—oh God, this is insane—”

Jake’s grin was wicked, his breath hot against her lips. “And you love it. Tell me you don’t.”

She sobbed, shaking her head, but her pussy clenched tight, gushing around him. “I can’t—fuck—I can’t say it—”

“Because you’re too busy milking my cock,” he growled, slamming into her harder, her body jolting with every thrust. “Look at you, wrapped around me, dripping all over my dick while your precious Mark snores like a fool.”

Her eyes rolled back, shame and heat colliding. The words set her on fire, her pussy clamping even tighter, her moans louder despite her biting her lip to stay quiet.

“Oh God, Jake—don’t talk about him—”

But the truth struck her hard. She was wetter. Hotter. More desperate. Talking about Mark, about the cheating, made her burn.

Her confession tore out in a ragged moan. “Fuck—talking about him—God—it makes me so horny—”

Jake’s laughter was dark, breathless, his thrusts rougher now, shaking the tiles. “Knew it. Knew you’d get off on this.” His teeth caught her bottom lip in a harsh kiss. “Mark’s girl, begging to get stuffed by his best friend. If he only knew…”

July’s head fell back against the wall, her lips parted in a scream as he angled deeper. Her entire body tingled, nerves alight, the water washing over her, his cock pounding brutally inside her.

Her thighs clenched, her nails dug into his back, her voice a broken cry. “Jake—I’m going to cum—ohhh fuck—I’m going to cum on you—”

“Do it,” he growled, lifting and slamming her down faster, his hands bruising her ass. “Cum on me, July. Cum on your boyfriend’s best friend’s cock.”

That was all it took.

Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around him, gushing hot release down his shaft as she screamed into his mouth. The orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking violently in his grip, her tits crushed to his chest as he kissed her furiously.

And as she came undone, July knew she was lost — that nothing had ever felt like this, that talking about Mark only twisted her tighter around Jake, and that she was too far gone to turn back now.

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Chapter 18 – Overflow

The tiles were slick against her back, the steam wrapping around them like a hot fog, water cascading down their tangled bodies. Jake slammed her up and down in his arms, his hands gripping her ass like handles, his cock droveinto her with brutal force.

July clung to him, overwhelmed, her arms locked around his neck, her blonde hair plastered to her flushed face. Her orgasm hadn’t ended — it just kept breaking into smaller, dizzying waves that left her moaning helplessly. Each thrust triggered another, her pussy clamping down, spasming, pulsing wetly around him.

“Jake—I can’t—I can’t stop cumming—ohhh God—” she sobbed, her voice hoarse, her tits bouncing wildly against his chest.

He growled against her throat, his lips hot on her skin, sucking and biting his way down to her cleavage. “Good. Don’t stop. Milk me. Make me empty inside you.”

Her back arched, her breasts pressing higher into his mouth as he latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily, his teeth grazing just enough to make her squeal. His tongue lashed her stiff peak, then moved to the other, feasting like he couldn’t get enough.

July’s hands threaded into his wet hair, gasping, moaning, pushing his face deeper into her tits. “Yes—God yes—suck them—don’t stop—I’m yours—” Her voice broke into another cry as her pussy fluttered, another mini-orgasm ripping through her.

Jake groaned into her flesh, the sound vibrating against her nipple. He pulled her down harder with every slam of his hips, his cock swelling, pulsing, driving deeper than ever. The bathroom filled with the wet crack of their bodies colliding, the hiss of water drowned out by her filthy moans and his guttural grunts.

His pace turned ragged, desperate. “Fuck—you’re going to make me cum—” he growled against her tits, his teeth catching her nipple as his thrusts grew erratic.

Her eyes flew wide, her whole body tightening. “Jake—no—you can’t—” she gasped, her pussy clamping down anyway, her orgasm still rolling. “You can’t cum inside me—”

But her voice was drowned out by her own moan as he drove deep, groaning into her chest.

“Too late,” he growled, his voice rough, almost animal. “I’m filling you up. Right now.”

His cock pulsed violently, and then heat exploded inside her.

July screamed, her head thrown back, her nails digging into his scalp as he pumped wave after wave of thick cum deep into her womb. She could feel it flooding her, hot and heavy, filling her so full that she trembled in shock. Her pussy clenched desperately around him, milking him, gushing release at the same time, mixing their fluids in messy streams that leaked down his shaft.

“Ohhh fuck—Jake—” she moaned, her body convulsing. Another orgasm tore through her, triggered by the sheer heat and fullness of him spilling inside her. Her legs shook around his waist, locking him in deeper, forcing every drop to stay inside.

Jake groaned savagely, lifting her higher against the tiles, his face buried in her tits. He alternated between sucking her nipples and kissing her lips hungrily, his tongue messy, his breath ragged. July stroked his hair desperately, pulling his face into her chest, smothering him between her breasts as she sobbed in bliss.

The water cascaded down their bodies, washing their sweat, but doing nothing to wash away the filth. Cum leaked out around his cock, dribbling down her ass, mixing with the water as he kept thrusting shallowly, wringing every last drop from himself.

They kissed furiously, wet and sloppy, her moans spilling into his mouth, his hands squeezing her ass rougher, bruising her flesh. She was limp in his grip, trembling, tingling all over, but still clinging to him as though she never wanted him to stop.

Her voice came out between gasps, broken but filthy. “God… you filled me so much… it’s leaking out—”

Jake pulled back just enough to smirk against her lips, his forehead pressed to hers, his cock still buried deep. “Good. Let Mark smell it when he hugs you tomorrow.”

Her eyes fluttered, shame and heat colliding, her pussy spasming again just from the words. She whimpered, hiding her face in his neck, but her body betrayed her — clenching, gushing, another little orgasm rippling through her even as he held her pinned to the tiles.

And in that hot, messy, surreal moment, July realized she wasn’t just cheating anymore. She was addicted.

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Chapter 19 – Back to His Bed

The shower ended with both of them panting, limp, and dripping — but not done. By the time Jake carried her out, their mouths locked in another hot kiss, July already knew she was in trouble.

He laid her on his bed, the sheets still rumpled from earlier. July tried to protest weakly, whispering something about being too sore, too tired. But the moment he spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs, the fight melted.

The first round was slower, heavier. Jake slid back inside her, her pussy already aching and stretched, but greedily taking him again. He held her close, kissing her mouth while his hips rolled, grinding deep, making her whimper into his lips. Their fingers laced, their bodies pressed tight, her blonde hair sticking to his sweaty chest as he kissed her like he owned her.

The second round was the opposite. Rough, frantic, their bodies colliding with wet, filthy sounds. July found herself on her knees, face pressed into the pillow as Jake fucked her from behind, his hands tangled in her hair, his hips slamming into her ass. Her moans were muffled but loud enough that she panicked Mark might hear through the wall — and the thought made her cum again, gushing into the sheets as Jake groaned and filled her a third time.

By the time he collapsed beside her, both of them were wrecked. Their skin glistened, their bodies exhausted, their hearts pounding together. Jake pulled her into his arms without asking, his big hand cupping her breast, thumb brushing her nipple as she nestled against him.

She fell asleep there, sweaty and sore, his cock still heavy against her thigh, his breath hot in her hair.

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When July’s eyes blinked open, the faint gray of morning was creeping through the blinds. Her heart stopped. Panic surged through her chest.

Mark.

She rolled carefully in Jake’s arms, staring at his sleeping face. He looked peaceful, smug even in sleep, his arm heavy across her waist. She bit her lip, her pussy sore and wet with the reminder of what they’d done all night.

She had to go.

“Jake,” she whispered, shaking him gently.

His eyes cracked open, dark and lazy. A smirk tugged his lips the moment he saw her panic. “Morning, sunshine.”

She pressed a hand to his chest, whispering harshly. “I need to go. If Mark wakes up, and I’m not there—”

Jake’s hand slid up to cup her face, pulling her into a slow, deep kiss. She gasped, tried to pull away, but his tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her again. Her eyes fluttered closed, a whimper slipping out despite the urgency.

When he finally let her breathe, he murmured against her lips, “Not without a promise.”

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

His grin widened. “Promise me you’ll let me fuck you again.” His hand slid down to her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her close, so his cock pressed thick and heavy against her belly.

July’s breath caught, her pussy clenching even at the thought. “Jake…” she whispered, torn, “this is insane. We can’t…”

But her lips betrayed her. She kissed him again, hot and needy, her tongue tangling with his, her hand running through his damp hair. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching as his hand found her tit, squeezing roughly, making her nipple pebble.

“Promise me,” he growled, his mouth sliding to her neck, sucking hotly until she gasped.

Her body shook. She sighed, defeated, her voice trembling. “Fine… I promise.”

His eyes lit up, dark and victorious. He kissed her hard, bruising, his hands roaming over her body as if ready to start again. She moaned into the kiss, clinging to him, their lips messy and desperate, until she forced herself to pull back.

“We have to stop,” she whispered, out of breath. “If you don’t let me go now, I’ll never leave this bed.”

Jake chuckled, finally loosening his hold. “Tempting, isn’t it?”

July sat up, flushed and shaky, quickly gathering herself. She tried to smooth her blonde hair, wiped at the wetness between her thighs with a corner of the sheet, and gave him a flustered glare. “You’re impossible.”

He stretched, watching her with that smug grin. “Impossible to resist, maybe.”

She rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh, then slipped to the door. His voice followed her.

“Don’t forget, babe… You promised.”

She turned, cheeks flushed, and whispered, “Asshole.”

“Slut,” he shot back, grinning.

She bit her lip to hide her smile before hurrying out.

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Mark was still asleep in his own bed, peaceful and clueless. July slipped under the covers beside him, her heart pounding, her body still tingling from everything Jake had done to her. She curled into Mark’s chest, inhaling his familiar scent, and felt a pang of guilt twist in her stomach.

But beneath it, another heat bloomed. She couldn’t stop thinking about Jake’s cock, about the way he had filled her, about the way she’d promised him more.

As Mark shifted in his sleep, pulling her close, July closed her eyes with a satisfied sigh. Her life had changed forever — and instead of dread, all she felt was hunger.

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THE END?