Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections} novel Chapter 3

The front door clicked shut behind Matthew as he stepped inside his house, exhausted from a long day at work. He had remarried just two months ago, three years after his divorce. Now, he was still adjusting to life with his new wife, Marian, and her daughter, Jessica.

The house was quiet. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and a faint rustle of fabric somewhere down the hall broke the silence.

Matthew loosened his tie and headed toward his bedroom to grab his laptop upstairs. He had left it in his room after last night's work.

He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight.

“Yes….auhhh…fuckkkk.”

Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. His bedroom door was slightly open, but the sound wasn’t coming from there

“Arghhhhh….yesss…ffuuucckkk..”

He heard it again, a slick, wet rhythm followed by a breathless gasp and moan.

Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer.

“Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.”

His breath hitched. He shouldn’t have looked. Shouldn’t have moved. But his body betrayed him, drawn helplessly toward Jessica’s cracked bedroom door.

When he reached her bedroom room door, the room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden glow of her night lamp. Shadows stretched across the walls, flickering with each breath she took. She lay sprawled on the bed naked, legs wide, one hand clutching the sheets like she was holding on for dear life, while the other moved between her thighs, working a thick pink dildo in and out of her slick pussy, slow and deep.

Her head was thrown back, hair tousled across the pillow. Her lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as she moaned his name again and again, broken and pleading, as if she needed him more than air.

He stood frozen at the door, pulse thundering, cock hardening with every filthy sound spilling from her mouth.

Jessica didn’t know he was watching.

“Auhhhahh.”

Another moan escaped her lips, long and desperate. His fingers clenched the doorknob, struggling to hold back.

Jessica still hadn’t noticed Matthew yet. He should have left. Walked away. Pretended he never heard it. But he didn’t.

She arched, gasping as her free hand slid up her stomach to pinch her nipple. Her back lifted off the bed in a wave of pleasure while the toy continued pounding into her pussy. Her hips rolled to meet every thrust, completely lost in the rhythm of her desire.

Matthew stepped forward without thinking, drawn like a man possessed by the heat in the air and the sound of her moans. The old floorboard beneath his foot shifted, letting out a loud, sharp creak that cut through the moment like a blade. He froze, heart pounding.

Jessica’s eyes flew open, locking onto his.

For a second, she froze. Then, slowly, she continued without stopping. Her fingers tightened around the toy, dragging it out before pushing it back in, watching him as she did, like she was challenging him and offering an invitation all at once.

Outside the bedroom door, Matthew’s breath hitched. The wet sounds inside stirred something raw within him. Clenching his fists, he fought the urge to rush in, but desire won. He inhaled sharply and stepped forward, his footsteps silent. The air thickened with tension and heat.

He stepped inside her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Her breath hitched as he reached the bed, his hand sliding over hers to guide the toy deeper. A moan escaped her lips as her back arched off the mattress.

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