Jessica didn’t answer. Instead, her fingers trailed lower, testing, pressing lightly against him through the thin fabric of his boxers, palming the bulge in his boxers, stroking him through the cotton until his body betrayed him instantly. He hardened again—traitorous, immediate, iron.
“What do you want?” He rasped hoarsely.
She leaned in, kissed him, the kiss slow, soft and almost tender. Then withdrew and leaned closer, her mouth to his ear once more. “I want you.”
Something inside him snapped. The simplicity of her request was terrifying, yet it was real. For a split second, he thought of Kate. Of Fred. Of Rhoda.
Then he thought of the damage of the exposure, the ruin their plan would cause. But then, none of it mattered in that instant. If this was the price he would have to pay for her silence, then he would pay it.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her. Jessica’s legs wrapped around his waist instantly, skirt riding up, thighs clamping tight. She laughed softly as he carried her down the hallway, past the master bedroom where Kate waited.
He took her straight into the spare guest room at the far end of the passage. The door slammed shut behind them with a loud thud that echoed down the hallway, sealing off the world. A golden window for Kate to slip out of the house.
Silence swallowed the corridor. In the master bedroom, Kate stood in the shadows, every word echoing in her ears.
She didn’t waste time. Barefoot and shaking, she gathered her things. The apartment felt different now—smaller, suffocating. From down the hall came a muffled thud. A whisper. A low laugh.
Her heart pounded. Jessica knew she had overheard the whole conversation between Jessica and Frank. Which meant her affair with him was no longer a secret.
This was trouble! Big trouble! Whatever plan she was scheming with Frank had to be executed immediately before Jessica spilled.
She knew women like Jessica, sex would never be enough to buy her silence. She would come for more; she would continue to blackmail them until she milked them dry.
Kate slipped into the living room, every step cautious. The front door stood only feet away. Behind her, a faint sound carried through the hallway—Frank’s voice, strained and urgent. She didn’t look back. She turned the knob. And stepped into the night.
The space was sparse, almost clinical, a queen-sized bed with rumpled grey sheets, a lone wooden nightstand holding a dusty lamp, and heavy curtains drawn against the prying night. Jessica’s legs were still locked around his waist, her skirt hiked up to her hips, exposing thick thighs that promised everything and threatened more.
Frank didn’t waste a breath. He dumped her onto the bed with a forceful shove, her body bouncing once on the mattress, breasts jiggling in that low-cut blouse like an invitation he couldn’t refuse.
Jessica laughed a low, throaty sound that grated against his nerves, but her eyes burned with the same predatory heat. “Come on, Frank,” she purred, propping herself on her elbows, legs parting slightly to flash the damp fabric clinging between her thighs.
“Show me what you’ve been doing to your brother’s wife, that has made her hold on to you this long.”
The words ignited something feral in him. He thought of Kate, If she was still in the apartment—hiding in the master bedroom, no doubt pressing her ear to the door, listening to every creak and gasp, or she had found her way out.
He wished she would seize the opportunity and find her way out immediately now that he had taken Jessica away from the living room. The thought fueled his rage: at Jessica for knowing, for blackmailing him with it; at himself for being so weak, so entangled in this web of lies.
He lunged forward, grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked it open. Buttons popped like gunfire, scattering across the floor. Her gigantic breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples already pebbled in the cool air.
“You think you can just walk in here and own me?” he growled, voice low and venomous, shoving her flat onto her back. His hands were rough, fingers digging into her hips as he flipped her skirt up completely, exposing her fully.
He hooked his thumbs into her pants and ripped it down her legs in one savage pull, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams. Jessica gasped, but it turned into a moan as he spread her thighs wide, wide enough to make her wince, her pussy glistening, pink and swollen with anticipation.
Frank shed his boxers in a flash, his cock springing free, rock-hard from her earlier teasing and the adrenaline surging through him.
He positioned himself between her legs, gripping her ankles and forcing them apart even further, almost to the point of strain. “You want this?” he snarled, rubbing the blunt head of his dick against her slick folds, teasing her clit with short, brutal swipes.
“Then scream for it.” Without warning, he slammed his full length into her in one ruthless thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Jessica’s back arched off the bed, a sharp scream tearing from her throat: “Fuck—Frank!” Her walls clenched around him like a vice, hot and wet, but he didn’t give her a moment to adjust. He continued to pull back almost entirely, then drove in again, harder, the bedframe groaning under the impact.
Each pound was angry, deliberate, his hips snapping forward with the force of a machine, balls slapping against her ass.
He thought of Kate then, imagined her frozen in the other room, cheeks flushed, hand clamped over her mouth as she heard Jessica’s cries echoing through the thin walls.
The thought only made him fuck Jessica rougher, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, stretching her body hard beneath him. “Louder,” he demanded through gritted teeth, pounding relentlessly deep, wide strokes that stretched her, filled her, the friction building to a scorching heat.
The room spun around them, the world narrowing to the sensation of his body against hers, the friction of their skin, the heat of their breath. He didn’t stop; he was still fucking her with so much speed and precision, like his life depended on the quality fucking he was giving to her.
Jessica screamed. This was what she had always longed for—ever wanted, one of the things she had always fantasised about. Getting fucked by her best friend’s lover was like a dream come true for her.
Her screams escalated, raw and unrestrained: “Yes—oh God, harder! You’re so fucking sweet!
“Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto her heaving breasts as he swung her into a new position. He flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength, yanking her hips up so her ass was presented high, cheeks spread.
“You like threatening me?” he hissed, slamming back inside from behind—doggy style now, his fingers bruising her hips as he rutted into her like an animal.
The angle let him go deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her bury her face in the pillow, muffling her wails. But he wouldn’t allow it; he tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply.
“Let me hear you. Let my neighbours hear what a slut you are.”
Jessica’s body trembled, her screams turning hoarse: “Frank—please—it’s too much!” she cried. But her pussy betrayed her, clenching tighter, juices slicking his shaft as he pounded ruthlessly.
He swung her onto her side, one leg hooked over his shoulder, opening her wide for even more brutal thrusts. The bed shook violently, headboard banging against the wall in a thunderous cadence that must have vibrated through the entire apartment.
Kate would know. She’d hear every slam, every gasp, and it drove him wild—anger and lust twisting into a frenzy.
Frank flipped her back onto her back again, spreading her legs impossibly wide again, knees pressed to her shoulders in a mating press that folded her in half.
His cock plunged downward, slamming her pussy with piston-like precision, fast, rough and unyielding.
He continued slamming into her rapidly. She wailed as she called his name repeatedly, he didn’t stop, nor did he slow down his pace; he continued pumping into her with hard, fast strokes.
Jessica’s nails raked down his back, drawing blood, her screams peaking into ecstatic shrieks:
“I’m coming—fuck, Frank, don’t stop!” Her orgasm crashed over her, walls spasming around him, but he didn’t relent, pounding through it, extending her pleasure into agony.
Then, she directed him to sit up, with his back against the bedframe. A wicked glint played in her eye she squat ontop of him, straddling him with a confidence that sent a surge of desire through him, her legs wide open in a way that positioned him in between her legs.
He could feel the heat of her pussy as it hovered above him, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her again.
Her breasts pressed against his face, his hands quickly reached for her full and round breasts, her nipples hard and pointed, he pinched her swollen nipples hard and roughly.
Slowly, Jessica lowered herself onto him, her wet vagina swallowed his huge dick instantly. Frank groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to rock and pump up and down his rod, her body rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
He could still feel the tightness of her pussy as it clenched around him despite her wetness. Jessica flipped her hair, trying to be as sexy as she could as she whined her ass on his lap.
She was driving him totally crazy with her movements. He leaned up and kissed her hungrily
She quickly adjusted and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her body against his and her weight on his lap, allowing his dick to travel deeper inside her. He looked straight into her eyes with flaming desire and anger burning in him.
His heart raced as she sped up, her tits bouncing with joy. Her body moved quickly as he grabbed her hips. Frank began to thrust his hips upward, meeting her movements with a desperation that matched her own, while she pumped and rocked him, letting her clitoris rub on him.
She was weak already, but she didn’t stop either; she threw herself up and down his cock, landing on him with so much force that his legs ached.
Her screams were louder now.
Their moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. He cupped her full breasts in his palm, fondling them gently.
His body straining with the effort of holding back his orgasm, because he wanted to last, he wanted to savour every moment of being inside her. Jessica’s moans grew louder, her body trembling above him as she neared another climax. Her pussy clenched around him, and he knew she was close.
“Oh yea fuck me”, she yelled, their bodies sweaty and the room smelling of sex,
They were wild now, grinding, gasping, moaning. Frank slipped his fingers beneath her, between her thighs, sliding them fast over her clit, rubbing them in time with her movements.
Written by Tito
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