Fiancée’s Filthy Revenge: Part 2

The house was quiet the next afternoon when Jake came back. Mike had left early for a long shift at the office, the kind that kept him gone until well after dark. Sarah had texted Jake the address again just to be sure, even though he already knew every room. She met him at the door wearing nothing but the thin white robe she had thrown on after her shower, the same one from the night before. The fabric clung to her still-damp skin, outlining the heavy curves of her breasts and the soft mound between her legs. Her long blonde hair was loose, a little wild, and the diamond on her finger caught the light as she held the door open.

Jake stepped inside without a word. The second the door clicked shut she pushed him back against it, dropped to her knees, and yanked his jeans open. His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy, and she wasted no time wrapping both hands around it and stuffing the fat head into her mouth. She sucked him deep on the first stroke, throat opening greedily, eyes watering as she forced herself all the way down until her nose pressed against his stomach. Jake groaned, one hand fisting in her hair while the other shoved the robe off her shoulders so he could watch her bare tits swing as she bobbed.

She worked him with filthy, wet abandon—long, slow swallows that made her gag, then fast, sloppy strokes that left spit running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Every time she pulled off she looked up at him with glazed eyes and whispered the same thing.

“Mike’s still at work. You can use me however you want.”

Jake hauled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. He shoved the robe the rest of the way off so she was completely naked, then dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face between her cheeks. His tongue dragged from her clit all the way up to her tight asshole, then pushed inside the little pucker while two thick fingers pumped into her already-slick cunt. Sarah moaned into the cushions, pushing back against his mouth, the diamond ring flashing as she reached back to spread herself open for him.

He stood, lined up that massive cock, and slammed into her pussy in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned in the best way. She was still a little sore from the day before, but the ache only made everything hotter. Jake fucked her hard and deep right there over the couch, the wet slap of his hips against her ass filling the living room. Every stroke punched a broken moan out of her. He reached under and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she came with a sharp cry, pussy clamping down around him so hard he had to grit his teeth to keep from finishing too soon.

He pulled out while she was still shaking, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and pushed her legs up until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. The new angle let him sink even deeper. He pounded her like that, watching his thick cock disappear into her stretched pink cunt over and over, watching the cream from her earlier orgasm coat his shaft. Sarah’s hands gripped the backs of her own thighs, holding herself open, the engagement ring pressed against her own skin as she begged him not to stop.

“Harder—fuck, Jake, use me—make it hurt—”

He did. The couch creaked under the force of his thrusts. Her tits bounced wildly. Spit and precum mixed on her lower belly. When she came again he kept going straight through it, chasing his own release, and when he finally buried himself to the hilt and flooded her the second load of the day was even thicker than the first. Hot cum pumped deep into her, overflowing around his cock and running down the crack of her ass in thick white streaks.

He stayed inside her while they both caught their breath, then slowly pulled out and watched the mess leak from her well-fucked hole. Sarah reached down, scooped some of it up with two fingers, and pushed it back inside herself with a soft, satisfied sound. Then she looked up at him with a filthy little smile.

“We’re not done.”

She led him upstairs to the master bedroom—Mike’s bed, the one they shared every night. She crawled onto the mattress on all fours, looked back over her shoulder, and reached back to spread her cheeks with both hands.

“I want it in my ass this time.”

Jake’s cock twitched hard at the sight. He spat on her tight little hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and pushed. The thick crown stretched her open slowly, the burn sharp and intense. Sarah’s fingers dug into the sheets, breath coming in short gasps as inch after thick inch forced its way inside. When he bottomed out she let out a long, broken moan, the kind that sounded like it was dragged from the bottom of her lungs.

He fucked her ass with long, deep strokes at first, giving her time to adjust, then harder, faster, the way she kept begging for. Every thrust made her tits swing beneath her. The diamond ring glittered against the dark sheets every time she braced herself. Jake reached under and rubbed her clit while he reamed her, and the dual stimulation pushed her over the edge again—ass clenching tight around his cock, pussy dripping onto the bed, her whole body shaking as she came harder than she had all day.