“Oh.” Fred’s smile became something sharp and terrible. “She didn’t tell you? Your best friend, your partner in crime, kept that little detail to herself?”<\/p>\n
Jessica’s mind raced, trying to fit pieces together that suddenly didn’t match. “I don’t\u2014”<\/p>\n
“The video she took of us, when we made out. The whole thing.” He pushed off the dresser, moving closer.<\/p>\n
“She filmed it, Jessica, to set me up. And now she’s the one with all the leverage.”<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. No, that’s not true. You two had sex already? \u2014Rhoda would have told me. She tells me everything.\u201d Her voice shook in disbelief,<\/p>\n
“Why didn’t she tell me?” The words came out barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
Fred was close now, close enough that she could smell his cologne\u2014 “Maybe she’s not the friend you thought she was. Maybe she doesn\u2019t trust you either.”<\/p>\n
His hands found her hips. She should have stepped back. Should have pushed him away.<\/p>\n
Should have done literally anything except stand there, frozen, as he pulled her against him. She had always been his whore, and he’s always had his way with her. especially now that she had just been tricked by her best friend.<\/p>\n
Fred\u2019s free hand tangled her dark, wavy hair, yanking her mouth to his as he crushed his lips against hers. Jessica kissed him back, and as she did, somewhere in the back of her consciousness, a thought bloomed\u2014terrible, wicked, perfect: What if she blackmailed Rhoda into sleeping with Harry? What if I use this new information to get what she wanted?<\/p>\n
Jessica was shocked by her thoughts. Horrified and yet… She didn\u2019t hesitate. Not even for a second. Her hands flew up, fingers digging into the back of his skull, nails scraping against his scalp as she pulled Fred deeper into the kiss, as if she had been waiting for this moment all along.<\/p>\n
Their teeth clacked, tongues lashing together like they were trying to devour each other. A low, needy sound vibrated in her throat, and he swallowed it, groaning when her hips rolled forward, pressing her heat against his thigh, feeling his cock already straining against his pants.<\/p>\n
Fred growled against her mouth, drowning the wet, obscene sounds of their kissing. Her breath hitched when his hands finally found her body. Fred\u2019s hands slid down, gripping the generous swell of her ass, her short gown riding up as he hauled her against himself.<\/p>\n
He squeezed her flesh, pulling her into him so she could feel exactly what she did to him, the way his dick throbbed, desperate to be inside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop\u201d, Jessica whispered, her voice sounded as if she was trying to warn him. But then, she pressed herself firmly against him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is good\u201d, she breathed, her voice husky, her hands dropping to his chest, shoving at his shirt, her palms flattening against his skin.<\/p>\n
Her touch was hot, almost branding, and he hissed when her nails raked down his abs, lower, lower\u2014 she struggled with his belt and shoved his pants down, releasing his cock quickly.<\/p>\n
He pulled the strap of her gown over her shoulder and quickly reached for her breasts. He was staring at her large tits as they rose and fell, caged in the undersized bra. Fred palmed her breasts first, squeezing hard through the lacey fabric of her bra.<\/p>\n
They felt as perfect as they looked, all natural, firm with just enough that he could gently squeeze them to earn another squeal of pleasure from her. Then he shoved the cups of her lace bra up, freeing her heavy tits.<\/p>\n
They were full and round, her nipples hard and pointed.<\/p>\n
Feeling the weight of them, the way her nipples pebbled instantly beneath his thumbs. Jessica gasped, arching into his touch, her back pressing harder against the wall. He attacked her tits as his lips sealed around one, tongue flicking over the stiff peak before he sucked hard, drawing a sharp moan from her.<\/p>\n
Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking, guiding him to the other breast, her fingers curled into his shoulders.\u00a0 Her hips were grinding against the dresser in slow, desperate circles.<\/p>\n
Fred gasped as her fingers wrapped around his cock, trailing over his manhood faster. She stroked him faster. His hands slipped to the hem of her gown, shoving it up, bunching the fabric around her waist.<\/p>\n
He growled, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. Her panties were soaked, the lace clinging to her pussy, she was wet and ready for him, and the realisation sent a surge of desire through him, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn\u2019t bother with finesse.<\/p>\n
He hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped, tearing them off her in one sharp motion. She gasped, her back arching as he spread her open with his thumbs, slipping two fingers between her thighs to the fold of her cunt, baring her glistening, swollen lips to the cool air.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone might find us.\u201d Jessica moaned, yet her hands were all over his head. Fred didn\u2019t respond; he took one innocent breast with his lips, kissing her exciting nipples as he gently took them between his teeth.<\/p>\n
Fred grabbed Jessica\u2019s butt and jerked her up, spinning her around like she weighed nothing and sitting her on the edge of the dresser. Jessica let out a gasp, the sudden contact shocking and fascinating.<\/p>\n
Her legs fell apart instinctively, and he stepped between them. He dropped to his knees and pushed his head between her thighs.<\/p>\n
Jessica parted her legs as he pressed his face to the mould of the thick flesh, breathing her in like he was trying to brand the memory of her into his lungs.<\/p>\n
His tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her entrance before circling her clit. She tasted salty and sweet, her arousal coating his lips as he fucked her with his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs to hold her still.<\/p>\n
Jessica whimpered, her hands flying to his head, her nails scraping against his scalp as she rocked against his face, her breath coming in ragged, needy pants.<\/p>\n
Jessica rolled her hips, her pussy grinding against his mouth as he ate her, his tongue flicking over her clit in quick, relentless strokes.<\/p>\n
Her thighs trembled, her muscles coiling tight; he could sense she was close, from the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling almost painfully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m there,\u201d she gasped, her voice breaking. \u201cOh God, Fred, I\u2019m there\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid his middle and ring fingers inside her dripping snatch. Jessica cooed in pleasure as he slid his fingers deep inside her and slowly started finger fucking her. “Oh yeah, baby,” she moaned.<\/p>\n
He curled his fingers back and found her g-spot and her whole body jerked on the dresser, and she squealed in surprise. he kept his fingers going inside her, speeding up and making audible squishing sounds as he continued to finger her pussy as she spread her legs as wide as she could.<\/p>\n
“Oh shit,” She moaned and squirmed “I’m so close, yes, yes, yes, yes, that’s it, right there…”<\/p>\n
She shoved his hand out of her pussy when her squirt came. It flew out of her in a clean arc, over the end of the dresser, splattering on the floor. Jessica was squealing and rubbing her clit as Fred watched her.<\/p>\n
Until she finally collapsed back against the wall, her chest heaving, and her skin slick with sweat. She was covered in sweat and panting.<\/p>\n
“That was… oh my fucking good that felt so good,” she yelled<\/p>\n
Fred surged to his feet, his cock aching. He shoved down his pants and boxers just enough to free his dick. It stood thick and heavy, the head already weeping. Jessica\u2019s eyes locked onto it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.<\/p>\n
She reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her thumb swiping over the slick tip. Without thinking, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her just enough to make her squirm, before he buried himself deep inside her in one deep, aching thrust.<\/p>\n
Jessica gasped, gripping the dresser hard. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, her heels digging into his ass.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoly fuck\u201d, She groaned as he gripped her hips, steadying her to himself. Fred started to move long and slow at first, dragging it out, letting her feel every inch.<\/p>\n
She could barely speak, only moan and whimper as he picked up his pace, each thrust rocking her against the dresser.<\/p>\n
Her legs shook beneath her as he fucked her like she was something to be claimed. It was perfect!<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was the last time we did this?\u201d Fred murmured.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know\u2014\u201d Jessica snapped, her hips jerking forward.<\/p>\n
Fred cupped her breasts. He was moving faster, the sound of skin on skin getting louder and rougher. They had moved together with the familiarity of people who’d done this too many times before. Fred’s hands knew exactly where to touch her.<\/p>\n
Jessica’s body responded despite her mind’s protests.<\/p>\n
Her walls clenched around him as he pounded into her with brute speed and precision. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth with a hunger that matched hers.<\/p>\n
He felt the softness of her lips as they moved against his. His free hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and eliciting soft moans from her throat.<\/p>\n
As if they reached a secret agreement in their minds, Jessica pushed him back gently and quickly slid off the dresser and turned to face it, presenting her ass to him as she bent, bracing her hands on the edge.<\/p>\n
Her ass was right there, round and perfect. The sight of her fat, firm cheeks was almost too much for him to bear.<\/p>\n
He lined himself behind her; he reached out his fingers, digging into her hips as he pulled her closer to himself. She let out a soft gasp as he pressed his cock against her dripping entrance, and then he slammed home in one brutal thrust.<\/p>\n
They both groaned, the sound raw, animalistic. Jessica quickly adjusted to accommodate his size as he entered her body.<\/p>\n
Fred didn\u2019t stop, he couldn\u2019t, he pulled back and drove into her again, his hips snapping forward, thrusting his hips with a fast, deliberate rhythm as I fucked her from behind, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, this is good,\u201d Fred grunted, his fingers biting into her flesh as he pounded into her, each thrust sending her tits bouncing.<\/p>\n
Jessica met him stroke for stroke, her ass slamming back against him, her cries growing louder, more desperate. \u201cHarder, Fred,\u201d she demanded. \u201cFuck me harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave her what she wanted; he fucked her like she was his to ruin.<\/p>\n
The dresser shook violently as he hammered into her, his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. Her moans turned into broken, breathless pleas. \u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d she gasped, her voice trembling. \u201cI\u2019m feeling it, don\u2019t stop\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever,\u201d he snarled, his own release coiling tight in his gut.<\/p>\n
Her body obliged, her pussy locked down around him, her back arched as her orgasm ripped through her.<\/p>\n
The sensation was almost too much for him to bear, and with a groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cum pumping into her in thick, hot spurts, filling her as she milked her dry.<\/p>\n
The sex was mechanical, urgent, angry. They stayed that way, locked in each other, his chest heaving, his cock still twitching inside her. Then he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, pulling out slowly, his cum dripping down her thighs.<\/p>\n
“I need to get back,” Jessica finally said, her voice hoarse. reaching for her dress, “Someone will notice if we’re both gone too long.”<\/p>\n
Fred was already standing, pulling on his pants. “I\u2019ll go first, you’ll wash up and follow in a few minutes.”<\/p>\n
She wanted to protest. Wanted to maintain some illusion of control. But they both knew the truth. She nodded. Fred leaned down, pressed a kiss to her lips\u2014casual, possessive, dismissive. Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.<\/p>\n
In the room next door, Fred\u2019s wife, Kate, clamped her hands over her mouth so tightly. Frank stood beside her, both of them pressed against the wall near the door, peering through a crack barely wide enough to see through. They’d heard everything.<\/p>\n
Every moan. Every grunt. Every whispered word and gasped breath.<\/p>\n
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