Her Abs His Glance First Class
# The Secret Shore The two met at the airport Lena had on a short skit and a shot belly shirt so her abs were showing Derek was wearing black shorts with no underwear on and a tight tee shirt . They saw each other and gave each other a ki
Chapter 1
The two met at the airport Lena had on a short skit and a shot belly shirt so her abs were showing Derek was wearing black shorts with no underwear on and a tight tee shirt . They saw each other and gave each other a kiss and walked onto plane seated in first class
Chapter 2
The first-class cabin hummed with the low drone of engines, but Derek heard nothing over the rush of blood in his ears. Lena settled into the wide leather seat beside him, her short skirt riding up as she crossed her legs, the hem barely grazing the top of her thighs. She caught his gaze and held it, a slow smile curving her full lips. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“You can’t stop looking, can you?” she murmured, her voice a velvet tease.
Derek’s throat tightened. “You’re fucking impossible not to look at.” His eyes traced the line of her bare midriff, the hard ridges of her abs flexing as she shifted. She arched her back just enough to make her tits press against the thin fabric of her halter top, the outline of her pierced nipples sharp and unmistakable.
“Good,” she said, and uncrossed her legs, letting her knees fall open a few inches. The skirt slid higher, revealing the smooth, shaved skin of her inner thigh and the faint string of a bikini she hadn’t bothered to remove. “I want you to see everything.”
She leaned closer, her shoulder brushing his, and her hand drifted to his thigh. Her fingers walked a slow path upward, nails dragging lightly over the black shorts he’d worn commando. He was already hard, the thick ridge of his cock pressing against the fabric, and she let out a soft, pleased hum when she felt it.
“You’re so fucking hard for me already,” she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. “I love that.”
Derek’s voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve been showing off that body since the airport. What did you expect?” He turned his head, his lips almost touching her ear. “I’m gonna get my hands all over you before this flight lands.”
Lena shivered, her own arousal spiking. She guided his hand to her bare stomach, pressing his palm flat against the warm skin just below her navel.
I need to go to the bathroom she gets up when she gets in there she removes her bathing suit bottom and goes back to he seat . She gets back to seat as then begin to taxi to runway as she sits down her legs are spread wide so Derek could see her wet cunt.
Chapter 3
The plane’s engines roared as they accelerated down the runway, pressing them into the plush first-class seats. Lena felt the surge of power and leaned into Derek, lips brushing his jaw. “Time for a little privacy,” she whispered, grabbing the thin airline blanket from the seat pocket. She shook it open and draped it over both of their laps, the soft gray fabric hiding everything below their waists. Beneath it, she let her short skirt hike up even higher, her bare pussy already slick and open to the cabin’s recycled air. Derek’s eyes met hers, a knowing grin spreading. “You’re so damn dirty,” he murmured, his hand already sliding under the cover.
His fingers found her inner thigh immediately, tracing the shaved, warm skin until they dipped into her wet cunt. She was drenched, the lips puffy and swollen, and he pushed two fingers deep inside her without hesitation. Lena bit down on her lip, a stifled moan vibrating in her throat as the plane lifted off, the steep climb angling her hips so she rode his hand harder. “That’s it,” she breathed, her head falling back against the headrest. “I’ve been thinking about your hands on me since the airport.” She reached across and tugged at the waistband of his commando shorts, freeing his massive cock. It sprang out, a heavy twelve inches of rigid flesh, the blunt head already beading with slick pre-fluid.
The cabin was hushed in the tense silence of takeoff, but under the blanket they were a secret knot of lust. Lena wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, stroking from root to tip, her grip barely meeting around the girth. “Chris has no idea I’m letting a stranger finger me on a plane,” she whispered, the forbidden thought sending a fresh wave of heat through her core. Derek groaned, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers pumped lazily, the wet sounds smothered by the engine noise. The public risk sharpened every nerve—nearby passengers could turn their heads at any moment and sense the subtle movements beneath the fabric.
As the plane leveled and the seatbelt sign chimed off, neither of them moved to unbuckle. The blanket stayed draped, a tent over their shared ache. Derek leaned close, his lips grazing her ear. “I’m gonna make that cunt drip until you can’t sit still,” he promised, his fingers curling inside her to press against that hidden rough spot. Lena’s breath hitched, her hand tightening around his cock, stroking faster, but neither pushed for the finish—not yet, not here. The heat simmered, a thick, unbroken promise of what waited on the secret shore. They stayed there, connected by damp heat and whispered filth, the plane carrying them toward the island where everything would be laid bare.
Chapter 4
Lena’s fingers tightened around the base of his cock, and she leaned her shoulder against his, her breath hot on his neck. “I want to feel you come all over my hand,” she whispered, the dirty admission barely louder than the hum of the engines. Derek’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting to the sleeping passenger across the aisle before locking on her. “You’re fucking filthy,” he said, but his hips tilted up, pressing his thick length deeper into her grip.
She slid her palm all the way up the hot, veined shaft until the blunt ridge of his head pushed against her slick middle finger. “I’ve been aching to do this since I saw you in that tight tee,” she breathed, rotating her flat hand in a slow, wet circle right over the most sensitive spot. Derek groaned, low and deep, his fingers digging into her bare thigh under the blanket. “Keep that up and I’m gonna blow right here,” he warned, the words a ragged plea.
“Good,” Lena said, and her hand started to speed up. She kept the motion circular, the whole surface of her palm sliding and squeezing as she watched his face contort. “Look at me,” she demanded. “I want you to see the woman who’s making you lose control, while everyone else just thinks we’re resting.” He turned, his dark eyes burning, and she tightened her grip, working the head with a relentless rotary pressure that made his whole body stiffen.
“Lena—fuck—I’m so close,” he hissed, his voice breaking. She felt his cock swell and pulse against her skin, and she didn’t stop. “Then let it go. Give it to me, right here,” she whispered, her own soaked cunt clenching as she imagined Chris never knowing. She squeezed harder, circling faster, until Derek’s hips bucked and a hot, thick stream of cum splashed into her cupped palm. He choked back a sharp groan, his release flooding her hand in thick, pulsing spurts that dripped between her fingers. She held him through it, her palm still pressed tight to the head until his shudders faded.
They sat motionless, the blanket hiding the mess and the secret. Lena lifted her sticky hand just enough to see the pearly pool against her dark skin, then glanced at Derek with a satisfied smile. “You just made my whole vacation,” she murmured, and he pulled her closer, his hand still on her bare thigh, their shared heat promising much more.
Chapter 5
Derek’s breathing slowed, his spent cock still half-hard against his thigh under the blanket. Lena turned her head, her full lips brushing the sweat-slick skin of his neck. She kissed him there, a soft, wet press, then another, trailing up to his ear. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her voice a husky demand. “I need you to finger-fuck this cunt until I cum all over your hand.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her muscular legs parted wide, the short skirt already bunched at her hips, and she hooked one calf over the armrest to give him complete, shameless access. The blanket still hid them, but the movement was unmistakable—a woman spreading herself open for a man’s invasion. Derek’s eyes dropped to the soaked, shaved pussy on display, the lips glistening and swollen, her clit a hard little pearl already begging for attention.
“Look at that,” he growled, his voice raw. “So fucking wet for me. You want everyone to hear you fall apart?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her breath quickening. “I want them to know a stranger’s fingers are making me scream. Chris has no idea I’m about to gush all over your hand right here in first class.”
Derek slid two thick fingers inside her without preamble, the tight, hot clutch of her cunt gripping him instantly. He curled them forward, finding that rough patch, and Lena’s head fell back with a sharp cry. “Right there—fuck, don’t stop.” He pumped into her with a wet, obscene squelch, his thumb circling her clit in a relentless rhythm. She grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to press him deeper, her hips rolling to meet every thrust.
“Talk to me,” he demanded. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels like… like I’m going to fucking explode,” she panted, her dark skin flushed, nipples hard as diamonds beneath her halter top. “Your fingers are so deep, stretching me open. I can feel every knuckle. I’m so close—please, make me cum, make me cum on your hand like the dirty slut I am.”
He added a third finger, the stretch making her gasp, and fucked her harder, faster, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. Lena’s whole body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down in a series of violent, pulsing contractions. A guttural moan tore from her throat, and she came—hot, slick fluid flooding his hand, dripping down his wrist as she rode out the orgasm, her breath a ragged, broken thing against his neck.
She stayed there, trembling, her legs still wide, his fingers buried inside her as the aftershocks rippled through her core. Derek leaned in, his lips against her ear. “That’s it. Let them all wonder what just happened under this blanket.” Lena smiled, spent and satisfied, her secret still safe—for now.
Chapter 6
Lena let her head fall back against the plush first-class seat, her chest still rising and falling in soft, satisfied waves. Derek’s fingers rested on her bare thigh, slick with her, his thumb tracing lazy circles through the dampness. She closed her eyes, a lazy smile curving her full lips as her body hummed with the aftermath.
Her mind drifted, unbidden, to Chris.
She pictured him at home, maybe in the kitchen, maybe on the couch with that quiet, knowing expression he always wore when she dressed up and walked out the door without telling him where she was going. He never asked. He never needed to. He just gave her that look—dark, confident, like he already knew exactly what she was about to do with another man.
“You’re thinking about him,” Derek murmured, his voice low and rough against her ear. His hand squeezed her thigh.
Lena’s eyes stayed closed, but her smile widened. “I’m thinking about what he doesn’t know.”
“Tell me.”
She turned her head, finally opening her eyes to meet his. “Chris thinks I’m at a spa with girlfriends. He has no idea I’m on a plane with a man I met online, wearing a skirt so short my pussy’s still dripping down my leg.” She shifted, deliberately pressing her knee against his thigh. “He’d get so hard knowing I let a stranger make me cum under a blanket in first class.”
Derek let out a slow, heated breath, his hand sliding higher. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“That’s the point,” Lena whispered, her fingers trailing over his chest. “This whole trip is my secret. Every little thing we do on that island—every time you fuck me, every time I scream your name—he won’t know a thing about it.”
She could feel Derek’s cock twitch against his shorts, already thickening again. She pressed her palm over it, feeling the heat through the thin fabric. “And I’m going to tell you everything I wish he could hear.”
“Like what?”
“Like how your fingers feel inside me,” she breathed, squeezing him gently. “Like how I can still feel you there, stretching me open. Like how I’m going to let you do every filthy thing you’ve been thinking about since we matched.”
Derek’s hand covered hers, guiding her touch. “Keep talking.”
Lena leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. “When we land, I’m putting on that string bikini I bought just for you. The one that barely covers my tits and leaves my ass completely bare. And I want you to watch me walk down that beach like every man there can have me—but only you get to touch.”
The plane dipped slightly, turbulence rattling the cabin, and Lena’s hand pressed harder against his clothed cock. She felt his hips shift, his breath catch. Her own pulse quickened, heat blooming fresh between her legs.
“He’ll never know,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. “And that’s what makes it so fucking good.”
Chapter 7
The captain's voice crackled overhead, announcing their descent into the island airport. Derek unbuckled first, his hand squeezing Lena's bare thigh before he stood. "I need to clean up," he murmured, his dark eyes holding hers. "You've got me a mess, woman."
Lena watched him walk toward the lavatory, her body still humming from his touch, her pussy still slick with the evidence of what they'd done. She pressed her thighs together, savoring the ache.
When Derek returned, his shorts were zipped, his hands washed, but his eyes still burned. "Your turn," he said, sliding past her with a deliberate brush of his hip.
She slipped into the tiny bathroom, the scent of sex and airplane soap mingling. She cleaned herself with warm paper towels, wiping the sticky remnants from her inner thighs, her fingers lingering on her still-swollen clit. She fixed her hair, smoothed her tiny skirt, and checked her reflection. Her nipples were hard points against the thin fabric of her halter top. Good. She wanted him to see.
Back in her seat, Lena buckled up, the plane banking hard over turquoise water. She turned to Derek, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a heated whisper.
"I can't wait to see you in your bathing suit," she breathed, her hand finding his thigh. "Those shorts you're wearing, they're already tight across your cock. But when I see you in something smaller, something wet, something that shows me every inch of what you're packing..." She squeezed, feeling him harden instantly. "I'm going to get you so fucking hard, Derek. Right there on the beach. In front of everyone."
Derek's hand covered hers, pressing her palm harder against his growing bulge. "Keep talking, Lena."
"You'll be standing there in the water," she continued, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear, "and I'll walk up to you in that string bikini, my tits barely covered, my ass bare, and I'll just look at you. And you'll get so hard for me, so thick, so ready. And I won't touch you. Not yet. I'll just watch you ache for me under that wet fabric."
"Fuck," he hissed, his hips shifting. "You're going to make me lose it right here."
"Good," she whispered. "That's exactly what I want."
Chapter 8
The warm island air hit them as they exited the airport, thick with the scent of salt and frangipani. Derek flagged a taxi, his hand never leaving the small of Lena's back, his fingers tracing the strip of bare skin between her halter top and the tiny skirt that barely covered her ass. She shivered despite the heat.
"Paradise Cove Resort," Derek told the driver, sliding into the backseat beside her. The taxi was old, the seats worn leather, a wooden bead cover separating them from the driver. Island music played softly from a crackling radio.
The moment the car pulled away from the curb, Lena turned to him. Her dark skin gleamed under the passing streetlights, her red hair wild from the flight. She looked at Derek with those full lips parted, her piercing eyes heavy with need.
"You've been so patient," she murmured, her hand already moving to his lap. "Let me take care of you now."
She unzipped his shorts with practiced fingers, reaching inside. Her breath caught when she felt him—hot, thick, impossibly hard. She wrapped her fingers around his twelve inches of rigid cock, marveling at how he filled her palm, how the weight of him made her pussy clench with anticipation.
"Fuck, Lena," Derek groaned, his head falling back against the seat.
She stroked him slowly, deliberately, her thumb circling the swollen head on each upward pull. "I want you to fuck me doggy style on the beach tonight," she whispered against his ear, her tongue tracing its shell. "Right there in the sand, under the stars. I want you behind me, holding my hips, pounding into me while I tell you every single detail about Chris."
Derek's hips bucked into her grip. "Tell me now."
"He has no idea," Lena breathed, her strokes growing firmer, twisting slightly at the tip. "He thinks I'm at a spa. Getting massages. Drinking cucumber water." She laughed softly, her free hand moving to cup his balls through his shorts. "He doesn't know I'm here with your huge cock in my hand. He doesn't know I'm going to let you bend me over on that beach and fuck me until I scream."
"How does that make you feel?" Derek asked, his voice strained.
"It makes me so fucking wet," she confessed. "Knowing he's home right now, probably eating dinner alone, while I'm stroking your perfect cock in this taxi. While I'm thinking about how deep you're going to be inside me tonight."
She increased her pace, her grip tighter now, watching his face contort with pleasure. The driver kept his eyes on the road, oblivious to what was happening just inches behind him.
"I'm going to tell you everything while you fuck me," Lena continued, her voice dropping even lower. "How I picked out that bikini just for you. How I touched myself last night thinking about this cock splitting me open. How Chris will never, ever know what his wife's face looks like when she comes on another man's dick."
Derek grabbed her wrist, stopping her strokes. His chest heaved.
"Save it," he growled. "I want to hear every word when I'm inside you."
Chapter 9
The villa's bedroom smelled of jasmine and sea salt, the French doors thrown open to the darkening sky. Lena barely had time to drop her bag before Derek's hands were on her, spinning her around and backing her against the cool plaster wall.
"You've been teasing me for hours," he rasped, his fingers finding the thin fabric of her halter top. He gripped both her breasts through the material, thumbs zeroing in on the hard peaks of her pierced nipples. The metal studs pressed against his touch. "Fuck, I can feel these bars right through the shirt."
Lena gasped, arching into his palms. "I wore it just so you could do this."
"When I take you out to that beach tonight," Derek growled, pinching both nipples firmly and earning a desperate whimper, "I'm going to bend you over in the sand. Doggy style. Right there where anyone could see." He rolled the piercings between his fingers. "And you're going to scream so fucking loud the whole island hears what my cock does to you."
"Promise me," Lena breathed, her hands gripping his wrists. "Tell me exactly."
"I'm going to grab these hips," he said, sliding one hand down to squeeze her ass through the tiny skirt, "and I'm going to shove every inch of my dick inside your tight pussy from behind. And you'll take all of it while you tell me how Chris has no goddamn clue his wife is getting fucked raw on a Caribbean beach."
Lena's whole body shuddered. "And I'll scream your name."
"You'll scream everything," Derek corrected, pressing his body against hers, trapping her against the wall. "Every dirty detail about how much better my cock feels inside you. How wet you get thinking about him not knowing."
His mouth hovered inches from hers, breath hot.
"Now show me how bad you want it. Get on the bed."
Chapter 10
Lena held his gaze as she peeled the halter top over her head. Her breasts swung free, the silver barbells through both nipples catching the lamplight. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny skirt and shimmied it down her hips until it pooled at her feet. She stood there, completely bare, every muscle in her stomach and thighs defined, her skin smooth and gleaming.
Derek moved toward her, already reaching for his belt.
"Stop," Lena said, her voice low and steady. "Don't touch me yet."
He froze mid-step, confusion flickering across his face. She turned away from him, walked to the massive bed, and lowered herself onto it. She lay back against the pillows, bent her knees, and let them fall wide open. Her shaved pussy was already glistening.
"I want you to watch," she said, sliding her right hand down her stomach. "Just stand there and watch."
Derek stood at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling hard. His cock was visibly straining against his shorts.
Lena traced her fingers along her outer lips, spreading herself open for him. "I've been thinking about this all day. Every time you touched me on that plane, I wanted to shove your hand between my legs and fuck myself on your fingers."
She circled her clit slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "But I waited. And now I want you to see what you do to me."
She pushed two fingers inside herself, her back arching off the mattress. "You see how wet I am for you? That's not from the plane. That's from right now. From knowing you're standing there watching me like you want to devour me."
"Lena..." Derek's voice was rough.
"Shh," she breathed, fucking herself deeper. "I want you to know every dirty thought in my head before you touch me. I want you to know that when you finally put that cock inside me, I'm going to be thinking about how Chris has no idea his wife is about to get ruined by another man on his bed in paradise."
Chapter 11
Lena’s fingers pumped faster, the wet sound filling the room. She kept her eyes locked on Derek, her chest heaving.
"You have no idea how much I want to be your whore tonight," she panted, her voice cracking with need. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. I want to feel that huge cock split me open while I think about Chris sitting at home, thinking I'm getting a fucking massage."
Derek's hands clenched at his sides. His cock strained against his shorts, a dark wet spot already spreading. "Lena, I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t let me touch you."
"Not yet," she gasped, her hips bucking against her hand. "I’m so close. I want you to hear every dirty thought first."
She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that spot that made her vision blur. "I’ve been dripping since we got on that plane. Every time you looked at me, I imagined you bending me over the seat and fucking me raw while the flight attendants watched."
Her thumb circled her clit, fast and tight. "I want you to fuck me on the beach tomorrow, in front of everyone. Let them see what a married slut looks like when she’s getting ruined. I want you to come deep inside me and make me walk around with it leaking down my thighs."
The words tumbled out, filthy and desperate. "I’m thinking about how Chris has no idea his wife is about to get fucked by a stranger with a twelve-inch cock on his own anniversary trip bed. I’m thinking about how I’m going to scream your name so loud the whole resort hears. I’m thinking—oh fuck, Derek, oh fuck—"
Her back arched off the mattress. The orgasm slammed through her, a violent, pulsing wave. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, and she cried out, a raw, guttural sound. "Yes, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming thinking about you wrecking me, thinking about Chris never knowing—"
Her body shook, thighs trembling, toes curling. She rode it out, her words dissolving into broken moans. When the last spasm faded, she collapsed against the pillows, panting, her fingers still slick inside her.
Derek was already stripping off his shorts. His cock sprang free, thick and glistening at the tip. "My turn," he growled, moving onto the bed. "You just came talking about being my slut. Now I’m going to make you do it again while I’m inside you."
Lena reached for him, her hand finding his chest, pulling him down. "Finally," she whispered, her voice still shaky. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Chapter 12
Lena didn’t let Derek settle over her. She rolled off the bed and shoved him hard, her hands flat against his chest until his back hit the wall. The impact made him grunt, his eyes wide with surprise before dark heat took over.
“You’re going to watch,” she ordered, her voice low and trembling with hunger. “I want you to see every inch of my lips wrapped around that monster cock while I tell you exactly how I’m going to describe it to Chris.”
She dropped to her knees, her fingers curling around his thick shaft. It was so heavy, veined and pulsing, the tip already slick. She looked up at him, locking his gaze. “This right here—I’ll tell him it’s twelve inches of pure fucking sin. I’ll tell him how my jaw ached just trying to take the head. How I could taste the salt on my tongue before I even started.”
Her mouth opened and she took him in, stretching her lips around the crown. Derek’s groan rumbled through the air as she sank deeper, her tongue laving the underside, tracing every ridge.
“I’ll tell Chris how heavy you felt,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, spit glistening on her chin. “How my throat had to learn to breathe around you. How I gagged and loved it, because I’m his wife and I’m on my knees for a stranger with a cock that ruins me.”
She sucked him deep again, one hand working the base, the other gripping his thigh. Her eyes never left his. “Every inch, Derek. I’ll describe every fucking inch while he sits there clueless.”
Then she pulled off with a wet pop, spun around, and pressed her hands against the wall. She arched her back, presenting her soaked pussy, the sight of her own fingers spreading herself open reflected in the window’s dark glass.
“Now, Derek,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Take me hard and deep. Right here. Like you own this married cunt.”
Derek’s hands clamped onto her hips. The blunt head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she pushed back, desperate. He slid inside with a thick, stretching thrust that made her cry out—a single, savage sound.
He started to move, and Lena’s whole world narrowed to the brutal, perfect fullness. But just as the rhythm built into something unstoppable, she reached back, her palm pressing against his hip.
“Wait,” she gasped, her body trembling. “Don’t come yet. I need to feel you like this longer. I want to savor the ache.” She squeezed him inside her. “You can have my orgasm on the beach tomorrow, in front of everyone. But right now, I just want to be filled, thinking of how Chris will never know.”
Derek’s fingers dug into her flesh, his breath ragged. He stilled, buried deep, his forehead resting against the back of her neck. “You’re going to kill me.”
Lena smiled, a slow, wicked thing. “Good.”
Chapter 13
Lena didn’t say a word. She hooked her fingers into the waist of his shorts, tugged him across the room, and planted him directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The glass was cool when she pressed her palms against it, spreading her legs wide, arching her spine so the globes of her ass lifted toward him. She caught his reflection—blown hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving, that monstrous cock jutting up against his belly, already slick at the tip again.
“I want to watch,” she ordered, voice shaking with raw hunger. “I want to see every fucking inch of your cock disappear into this married cunt. I want to memorize the exact face I make when you stretch me open. That way, when I tell Chris, he can imagine every detail.”
Derek stepped behind her, one big hand gripping her hip, the other guiding the fat head of his cock through her soaked folds. She watched in the mirror as the thick crown caught her entrance, the piercing on his tip glinting. Then he pushed.
She screamed.
Not from pain—from the sheer filthy fullness of him splitting her apart. The mirror showed her own mouth dropping open, her red hair spilling over her shoulders, her huge tits with their pierced nipples swaying as he bottomed out inside her. Every ridged vein on his shaft vanished into her bod, and she could see the exact moment her inner muscles flexed around him.
“Harder,” she begged, locking eyes with his reflection. “Fuck me like you own this bod. I want to see you ruin me.”
Derek’s groal was animal. He pulled back until just the tip remaind, then slamd home. The sound of their bodys meeting—wet, slapping—filld the room. Lena watchd herself be fucked, her own face a mask of lust, her lips moving in constant dirty plees. “Look at me. Look at your slut taking every inch. My husband has no idea you’re stuffing me this full.”
His pace grew brutal, each thrust jolting her off her feets. The mirror steamd from their breath, but she never tore her gaze away. She squeez her inner walls around him, making him groal her name. “More, more. Keep me right there—don’t let me come yet. I just want to feel you wreck me.”
Derek’s fingers dug bruises into her hipsas he drove deeper, and Lena watched it all, suspended in unbearable, perfect tension.
Chapter 14
"Pull out," Lena commanded, her voice a low growl. "I want your cock somewhere else."
Derek obeyed, his slick shaft sliding free of her pussy with a wet sound that made her shiver. She watched in the mirror as he stood there, chest heaving, that massive twelve-inch cock glistening with her juices.
"Lick it wet," she ordered. "Get it ready for my ass."
She spread her cheeks wide, exposing the tight, virgin hole to the mirror. Derek spat on his hand and worked the saliva over his shaft, then pressed the fat, pierced head against her forbidden entrance.
"Slow," she whispered, locking eyes with his reflection. "I want to watch every single inch fuck my ass."
The pressure built—blunt, impossible, obscene. Then the crown popped past her tight ring, and Lena screamed. Her mouth hung open in the mirror, eyes wild, red hair dangling in her face as she watched inch after thick inch disappear into her stretched hole.
"Oh fuck, Derek—look at that," she groaned, voice shaking. "Look how fat your cock looks stuffed in my married ass. Chris's never had this. He doesn't even know his wife takes it up the ass."
"Tighter than your pussy," Derek grunted, sinking deeper.
"Good," she panted, pushing back against him. "I want it to hurt tomorrow so when I walk around this island with you, I feel exactly where your cock has been. And when I get home—fuck—when I get home, I'm gonna sit on Chris's lap, feel that ache in my ass, and describe every second of this."
Derek's fingers dug into her hips, his piercing dragging along her inner walls. She watched his reflection—jaw clenched, sweat dripping, his whole body trembling with restraint.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck my ass like you fucking mean it. Make me your anal slut."