"It's been months, Sofie. Don't you think it's time you stopped sulking and moved on? That ass doesn't deserve you or your tears," her best friend said as he sipped on his third cup of coffee.

At twenty-five, Ezra Bourdain, the youngest cardiologist at Mercy General, was the most supportive man she'd ever met. Besides his wonderful personality, he could charm the panties off the rudest patient without even batting an eyelash. And being built like a brick house was the icing on the cake for all of his female patients.

"Leave me alone, you nitwit," she replied and hopped off the kitchen stool to pour herself a cup of the black liquid he seemed to be enjoying. "Ugghh. This tastes awful," yet, she still drained the cup.

"I know. At least take a shower, Sof, you smell like a locker room."

With her hands on her hips, she glared at him, "How would you know? You barely sit next to me anymore."

"And you wonder why?" he replied.

"You're right as usual. Adam doesn't deserve an ounce of my tears. But it hurts to know that he'd left me at the altar and married someone else on the same fucking day!"

Sofie was devastated when she found out. His only explanation for what he'd done was that his new wife likes oysters.

"Fuck you and you oyster wife," she remembered shouting at him just before slamming the door in his face weeks after he'd come back to their home to collect the rest of his clothing. Now, every time she thought about those three words, a migraine appeared. Damn him!

"Hey, Sof. You have that look in your eyes. Hey, hey! Look at me," Ezra murmured and caressed her hair. "I'm sorry my brother hurt you, but maybe that's a sign from God that he has something better coming your way. And say thank you Lord that fucker didn’t leave you pregnant!"

The annoyed woman turned to the 6' 5" man and scrunched up her face. Why does his truth hurt so much?

"Shut the hell up, Ezra! You're not the one who was left embarrassed in front of your family and mine! I have to show my face to them and the neighbors! I still can't look your older brother in the eye!"

Thank God Marc had left for his business trip a few days after the fiasco. His pitiful glances alone were enough to make her curl up in a corner and pray for a quick death. And yet, through it all, he still calls ever so often and checks up on her.

"Marc was even more embarrassed than you were, Sof," Erza said to her.

"I doubt that." For as long as Sofie had known Marc, she'd come to realize that nothing could faze him. All he cared about was his Oil company and the gym.

"Trust me." From the way she glared at him, Ezra backed away and chuckled. "You should have seen him when he found out what Adam had done to you. He was livid."

"If you say so. Don't you have work to get to?"

Glancing at his watch, he whistled and shot up off the stool. "I see what you're doing, ma'am. And yes, I do. I'm twenty minutes late as it is. So, I'll see you tomorrow. Okay? And please, for god's sake, lock up and take a shower. I love you."

"Take an umbrella, it's going to rain," she replied when he kissed her cheeks.

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Later that night, after she'd finally taken a long, hot shower, Sofie lay naked in bed and allowed herself to think about anything besides Adam. And for the first time in weeks, she fell asleep without scrolling through social media in search of him or his oyster wife. The falling rain made her rest even better.

While she was lost to the world, Marc opened the front door to his home and stamped his wet feet on the mat. Where had this rain come from? The weather forecast said bright skies and windy nights. Not a torrential downpour!

It's been months since he was here, and to be honest, he didn't miss it. Everything reminded him of his late wife. Marie was taken from him too soon. Three years seemed like it was just yesterday!

Leaving his suitcase beside the door and dropping the laptop bag on the nearest table, he went into the kitchen for a beer, then climbed the stairs to his room. Loosening his tie, he took the bottle to his mouth and froze. Why was the guestroom door open? Did Ezra leave another one of his "guests" in his home again? Damn that boy! he thought as his jaw tightened.

Tired as he was, Marc stumped towards the door, the carpet cushioning his steps, and cautiously peered inside, and for the life of him, he gasped. Unable to look away, he was fixated on the curvy brown-skinned woman who slept comfortably on the bed.

Feeling like the bear who'd discovered Goldilocks in their home, he was caught between waking her and letting her sleep.

"Dammit, Ezra," Marc muttered and gripped the door knob. Just then, the woman turned towards him and stretched, revealing her face and gorgeous naked body. "Sofie? My God!" he muttered as his jaw dropped. "What are you doing here?"

Unable to move, he swallowed past the lump in his throat and gazed at his brother's ex-fiancée. The beer was long forgotten in his hand as he walked into the cold room and stood beside the bed, caressing her brown body with his eyes. She was breathtaking.

He didn’t realize how stunning she was until now. He'd never really taken the time to look at her. It's been ages since he allowed himself to focus on another woman. No one compared to his Marie, and no one ever would. As he stared at his brother's ex-fiancée, he wondered what was the real reason for leaving her at the altar. Oysters could never be the real reason.

Placing the beer can on the bedside table, he reached for the blanket at her feet and covered the sleeping woman, then silently exited the room.

As he stripped off his clothing in his bathroom, Marc discovered something he hadn't seen in years. An erection.

Hours later, he awoke thirsty from a restless sleep with an erection that refused to go down, even though he'd masturbated three times. Closing his door gently so as not to wake Sofie, he tiptoed down the stairs. But as he neared the last step, the flashing light from the television caught his attention. Not only that, but a gorgeous sound could be heard over the moaning and groaning of the TV.

"Dammit Ezra," he muttered. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd walked in on his brother fucking a woman. But when he entered the room, he wished that he hadn't, because it wasn't Ezra, but Sofie. Innocent Sofie. The Sofie who was supposed to be asleep! And she was masturbating while she watched pornhub. "Fuck!" he mumbled, watching her wriggle and thrust on the couch.

Why would his idiotic brother walk away from someone this ravishing? This freaky fucking woman! Sofie was 5'2' with gold streaks in her black pixie haircut. Her skin always glowed, but tonight, she radiated in the light of the television. And for the second time tonight, he was unable to move, much less breathe. What was wrong with him? What invisible pull did she have on him?

As he watched her gently squeeze her rose-colored nipple, Marc, unaware of what he had done, stepped into the room, leaned against the wall nearest to her, and gave her his undivided attention. Holy fuck, she looked mesmerizing. The television was a distant memory, his eyes never left her hand, which held something. A controller! But for what?

"Jesus!" Marc choked on his spit when he discovered what it was being used for. "You naughty, naughty thing, Sofie."

The room was filled with her gasps and little screams as the maximum number was reached on her toy.

"Mmm, yes! Yes! Oh God, you feel so good! Mmm," she moaned.

Before he could take another breath, Sofie reached her climax and shouted a name everyone was afraid to call. His own.

"Marc, oh God, fuck me with your big cock. Please, I need it so bad. Fuck me, baby. I've been a bad, bad girl. Oh God, I'm cumming! Holy fuck! Marc!" She screamed, and it seemed as if she levitated off the couch when her release came.

Marc pressed his body against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut as he held back his groan.

"Shit, Sof. Look what you did on that fine man's furniture. Shit!" he heard her mutter.

Like a flash, she gathered the towel and ran past him, forgetting to switch off the television. Marc, left in a daze, swallowed and exhaled, then stepped away from the wall with his hand wrapped around his erection. This woman was going to be the death of him.

When he heard the door close to the room, he walked to the couch, looking down at the mess she'd made. And without thinking, he dropped to his knees and inhaled.

"Mmmm," the area smelled of vanilla and pineapple. "Holy fuck, this woman was teasing me without even realizing it!"

Slowly, he stood and looked in the direction she'd taken off to. He needed to get away from her. It's been ages since he'd had an erection, and in the space of a few hours, he'd gotten two.

About two years after his wife had passed away, he'd sworn his manhood was lost after he'd tried to get intimate with someone and he couldn't get it up. Then, out of nowhere, he stumbled onto Sofie Newton.

"Lord, what are you doing to me? Not her, please. Anybody but her!"

But HE didn't hear his prayer. Because the moment Marc reached the top of the stairs, he heard her screaming his name again. And just like before, her door was opened. Not ajar, opened, like an invitation.

Did she know that he was home? No one knew his flight plan. Then he questioned himself. Was the Marc she was calling out to, was it him? Or someone else?

After a moment, she went silent, so he crept to her door and gasped.

"Took you long enough?" She whispered and opened her legs. Even her pussy glowed!

"Mmmm." Like a teenager, he stammered, "Y-you knew I was home?" Who had he become?

"I know everything about you, Marc. Come to me."

Like a moth to a flame, he took a step, then another, and another until he was standing beside the bed and breathing like he'd just run a marathon.

"Did you like what you saw? What you smelled?" she asked and sat forward.

He gasped and stared at her luscious breasts as they bounced when she came to the end of the bed. "So while I was watching you, you were watching me?"

"Yes. Didn't I tell you that I know everything about you, Marc?"

When he was within reach, she lay on the bed and opened her legs. "Come here."

Just like before, Marc dropped to his knees, and the scent of pineapples and vanilla instantly slapped him across the face.

When his mouth finally connected to her pussy, his body shuddered and his cock twitched, "Mmm." Fucking hell! she tasted delicious. Wanting more, he buried his face in her warmth and slowly made love to her lips.

However, the moment he took his mouth off her, she asked him to stop. Dazed, he was unsure that he'd heard correctly.

"What? Are you mad?"

She just smiled and whispered, "Trust me." Glancing at her honey pot for a second longer, he kissed her glistening lips and stood.

"Is this for me?" she asked and caressed his erection.

Her sultry voice immobilized him, and he sighed with unbridled pleasure when she freed his erection and boldly took him into her mouth.

"Mmmm. You taste just the way you look, Marc. Delicious and hot," and she continued to blow him.

"Ooh fuck, Sofie. Oh god, what are you doing to me? Arghh, fuck." Marc hissed as he watched her take his entire cock down her throat. Not even Marie could have taken all of him. Bless her heart, she did try.

The little witch that Sofie was, she took his hands and placed them behind her head, encouraging him to push her head deeper into his girth.

"Ahh fuck woman. Is this what you want? Huh? Is it? Then I'll give you what you want," and thrust deeper and harder, groaning louder when she took every inch of him. He laced his fingers together, spread his legs, and pounded her throat mercilessly.

"You will not be taking my cum, you little witch. Not by mouth anyway. Get up on the bed and lie on your back. I'm gonna sink my cock so deep in your fucking pussy, your tummy is gonna hurt you for days," he threatened.

As she stood, Sofie scooted onto the mattress and smirked, "Promise. Because your brother promised me the same thing and that never happened," she muttered.

So he clarified, "I am not that little boy, witch," he told her before beating his cock at her entrance, then without warning, rammed its entirety into her. He watched as her mouth and eyes opened wide before she screamed long and hard in ecstasy.

"Yes, that's it. Say something now. That's for stopping me from enjoying you," he taunted and grinned as she blinked and began to roll her hips.

When he placed her trembling legs on his broad shoulders, she replied breathlessly, "Is that all you got?"

And he slammed into her.

"Fuckkkk!" they whispered together.

"More, Marc. I want it all. Make it hurt," and she match his momentum as he slammed into her wet pussy over and over.

"God, you feel glorious, Sof. So warm and wet. Fuck. Where do you want it? Tell me quickly, baby," his voice barely recognizable.

"Right there. I want it all. I want your hot cum dripping out of my pussy for days. Just like you've been promising me for all those months," she moaned and continued to thrust with him.

"Yeah? Holy shit. Oh God, oh God," he moaned and kissed her calves.

"Deeper, Marc. Oh God, just like that, mmm."

He wrapped his muscular arms around her trembling legs, and lifted her off the bed, pounding her pussy deeper, and almost collapsed when she clenched around him.

"Shit, shit. Holy fuck! That's it, Sof. I'm cumming. I'm... Fuccckkkk... Arghhh... Shi..."

"Marc," she screamed and dug her nails into his arms.

Never thinking that he would be able to stop, Marc drove her to the edge and back. He'd never felt this type of thrill before. And he wanted more.

"That was..." she began to say, breathing in gasps.

"Shhhh," he whispered and flipped her on top.

"You want to go again?" she asked and dragged her wet pussy on his length.

"Mmm. That feels good," and she continued, faster each time.

Not an ounce of his cum had dripped out off her. The only evidence was the white cream around his cock.

"I'm all yours, Sofie. Take what you need," he told her, and gripped her hips.

"God, you're so thick," she commented and shuddered when her small hands encircled him.

"Take it all. I dare you," he challenged, and she smirked before she sank down on him, unaware that Ezra and Adam had been watching them from the doorway, both with raging erections.

"Oysters? You left her for oyster lady?" Ezra commented when they quietly walked down the stairs and out the door. "You're an ass!"

"She never did any of that when we fucked, Ezra," Adam whined, for the first time regretting what he'd done to her.

"You're still an ass," he muttered and drove away.