Frank knew he was close to his end, so he pumped into Jessica from under with brute force, his hard, thick cock slamming into her pussy recklessly. Jessica bounced on top of him frantically, her breasts slapping against his face until she couldn’t hold herself anymore.
She exploded in another intense orgasm and came all over his cock again.
This time, it was hard and deep that she clawed his back with her nails.
“Oh my God,” Jessica gasped. She wrapped her arms around Frank and smiled down at him, her body still aching with desire.
“Jesus…. what the fuck was that?” she whispered, her lips finding Frank’s for a soft kiss. “Damn! You are so fucking good,” she chuckled into his mouth as their lips met.
Then she collapsed back on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, panting hard, as her juices trickled down between her legs. His giant cock is still buried in her juicy pussy. But Frank wasn’t done with her, after all, she had come to him herself.
His mind raced to Kate, to the silence beyond the door; he wondered if she was still in the apartment or had found her way out, since it was late already. He thought of the secrets unravelling like threads pulled too tight. And how much worse could it get?
As he allowed his mind to linger, he ran his broad hands down Jessica’s belly and then leaned down to kiss her, his tongue probing her mouth greedily.
He pushed his cock deeper inside her, another long, deep thrust until he was buried to the balls and his hips met her bottom.
Then he began to move his hips slowly again. The movement was so slow and steady that it didn’t look like he was moving.
Jessica moved her hips slowly, too, meeting his rhythm. Her hips rising to meet his, her moans gradually filled the room again as the pleasure built within her. Their bodies moved in perfect unison.
Until Frank suddenly picked up pace and started diving into her intensively with speed, drilling her pussy mercilessly.
Jessica gasped as soon as he began to power fuck her “Ooooohhh Fuck.” She grunted. His moves were calculated, deep and deliberate, his hips snapping against hers. She pushed back hard against him.
Frank leaned forward, he slid one hand up her belly and cupped her left breast, fondling it aggressively as he pounded her pussy. The loud sloshing sound of dick in wet pussy filled the room.
His free hand gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, his movements rough and urgent, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Jessica moaned as she braced herself against the onslaught of pleasure, her pussy clenching against his cock.
As much as the missionary position left her exposed and vulnerable, she still felt empowered, her body responding eagerly to his dominance. Frank moved, his thrusts growing deeper and more frantic.
Their voices harmonised in a symphony of pleasure. Frank was moving fast, slamming into her with a rhythm that was all instinct and need. The bed rattled with every thrust, the bed frame shook, but no one cared.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady aroma that only fueled their desire further. He turned his attention to the way her breasts swayed and bounced with each snap of his hips.
The way her pussy squeezed him, the wet sounds of her taking every inch of his cock.
After a long while of pumping into her wide, wet vagina with long, fast strokes, Jessica began to tremble and scream at the top of her voice, begging him to go harder on her.
And he did, his hands gripped her hips tight as he dragged her to himself with each thrust. driving his tool ferociously into her, ploughing her wet tunnel, and hitting her hard with steady strokes.
Frank went harder and faster, moving his hips back and forth. A whole sharp sensation took over him as he felt his end approaching, but he didn’t want to stop; instead, he continued faster until finally, with a guttural roar, he emptied himself inside her, hot pulses flooding her as his heat filled her.
His cum was full and thick, and it came with intense pleasure. He felt his entire body quake and shiver.
Even after his release, he was still thrusting into her, although his dick was now semi-hard, he still managed to fuck until she had another mini orgasm, her muscles pulsing, drawing every drop from him as he collapsed forward, his chest heaving against hers.
The room spun with the aftermath, reeking of sweat and spent lust, the air thick and heavy like a confession that refused to be buried.
Heavy breaths, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Jessica lay boneless, a satisfied smirk on her lips, while Frank lay sprawled on the rumpled grey sheets, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, his body slick with the evidence of what he’d just done.
His heart hammered against his ribs—not from exertion alone, but from the fresh layer of dread that had settled over him like wet concrete.
He had successfully added one more problem to his myriad of problems. One more secret. It was no longer just Kate and their hidden daughter Mira.
Now Jessica, Rhoda’s best friend, the woman who had just screamed his name loud enough to rattle the walls, had been added to the growing list of things that could destroy him.
He stared at the ceiling, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting long, accusing shadows. How had it come to this?
Just one stolen afternoon with his brother’s wife had snowballed into pregnancy, lies, countless sexual encounters over the years, secrets, visas, and now… this.
Fucking his fiancée’s closest confidante while the mother of his child, who happens to be his brother’s wife, hid somewhere in the same apartment, listening to every brutal thrust.
While washing herself up and staring into the mirror, Jessica weighed every dangerous piece, the envy that had gnawed at her for years, the way Rhoda always seemed to glide through life on silk while she scraped by on the edges.
Rhoda had the stable home, the doting, the best friend status, and the attention from men like Harry and Fred.
Jessica had always liked Frank—hell, she had always liked them all, but no one ever took her seriously.
Harry had discarded her and now chased Rhoda instead. Fred had used her once upon a time and moved on to Kate. This was her moment. If she couldn’t have Frank for herself, then Rhoda sure as hell wouldn’t get him either.
But the money… Harry’s promised payment if Rhoda finally spread her legs for him again… that could clear her mother’s hospital bills in one sweep.
Not yet, she had told her reflection. Wait until they fuck again. Then strike.
The bathroom door clicked open. Jessica emerged, her hair slightly tousled but her expression composed, almost serene. She had taken her time in there, and something in her eyes had shifted; she looked sharper and more calculated.
She started dressing quickly as soon as she moved into the room—tugging the tight skirt back into place, adjusting the deep V of her blouse so her breasts sat high and inviting once more.
“I have to hurry home,” she said lightly, as if they had simply shared tea.
Frank didn’t respond. He lay there, exhausted, mind drifting to Kate. Had she slipped out? Had she heard Jessica’s raw, screaming orgasms?
The thought made his stomach twist. He grunted in acknowledgement, too drained to form words.
Jessica paused while buttoning the last clasp on her blouse. “There’s something I wanted to let you know about, Frank.”
He didn’t ask what it was. He didn’t even look at her. Just another grunt, eyes fixed on nothing. His mind was already racing ahead—wondering if Kate was still crouched in the master bedroom, heart pounding, tears or rage or both burning in her chest.
With the last scrap of energy he possessed, Frank sprang up from the bed, pulled on his boxers, and moved quickly ahead of Jessica.
He slipped into the hallway, heart in his throat, and cracked open the door to the master bedroom. Empty!
The bed was still rumpled from their earlier frenzy, but Kate was gone. No sign of her shoes or bag. She must have tiptoed out during the chaos, silent as a ghost while Jessica screamed beneath him.
A huge sigh of relief escaped his lungs, shaky and incomplete. How had she managed it without being heard?
Jessica joined him in the living room a moment later, fully dressed, looking as polished and innocent as when she had first arrived. Nothing in her posture suggested she had just been folded in half and fucked senseless.
She sauntered over, leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Frank pulled back sharply. “What was it you wanted to discuss?”
She smiled—slow, enigmatic, that dangerous sheepish curve returning to her mouth. “It’s a conversation for another day.”
His nerves frayed further. “Does it have to do with Rhoda?”
She gave another dry smile. “There’s nothing for you to worry about, Frank.”
He stepped closer, voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “Is my secret with Kate safe?”
Jessica didn’t answer with words. She cupped his face, pulled him into a deep, lingering, slow and possessive kiss, her tongue brushing his just enough to remind him of the power she now held.
Then she drew away, turned on her heel, and walked out the door without another glance.
The moment it clicked shut behind her, Frank collapsed onto the couch, head falling back against the cushions.
His mind was a maze of thorns. Kate is pregnant again and pushing for elopement, Jessica is now armed with dangerous knowledge, and Rhoda is oblivious and waiting for a future he was rapidly sabotaging.
He had fucked his girlfriend’s best friend and his brother’s wife in the same evening.
If Kate’s calculations were right, they had only a few days left before the visas cleared and they could vanish. A few days to keep this house of cards from collapsing. But secrets had a way of multiplying in the dark.
And Frank could already feel the walls closing in, the weight of every moan, every lie, every thrust pressing down on him until breathing felt like drowning. He closed his eyes; the silence of the apartment now louder than Jessica’s screams had ever been.
Rhoda arrived at Harry’s office in a skin-tight skirt that barely covered the firm globes of her giant ass cheek.
At the front, it just covered her upper thighs; she knew the skirt was dangerously short. The shirt advertised her cleavage so skillfully that she was sure he would glance at the enticing view presented to him.
She had made a conscious choice not to wear a bra and panties since she knew she was going to fuck Harry in his office.
She looked at Harry again, where he stood, at the other end of the large office; he was still on the telephone call; he had been on that call since she stepped into his office, barely gesturing to her to sit.
The shortness of her dress meant she had to keep her legs crossed while she sat rigidly in the high-backed visitor’s chair across the polished mahogany desk and the deep leather swivel chair that dominated the other end.
Rhoda smiled faintly when she remembered the bitchy look she had gotten from his receptionist when she walked into the reception hall that afternoon. It didn’t matter to her, after all, she was there for business too…
Written by Tito
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