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Leah’s Perspective:

As Scott’s lips moved slowly over mine, I felt every part of me trembling, not just from the exhaustion of everything that had happened, but from the way my body responded to him. It was as if I had no control anymore, as if I had surrendered completely—not just to him, but to the way he made me feel.

My body was on fire, every nerve buzzing with intensity. His hands roamed over me, not roughly like before, but with a tenderness that was almost shocking. I should’ve been angry, or ashamed, or something, but all I felt was an overwhelming flood of sensation. My mind was blank, lost in the softness of his touch, the warmth of his breath against my skin.

And then I heard it. His voice, low and commanding, as he spoke to Brian. "You can go home now. She’s spending the night with me."

Something inside me tensed. Not from fear, but from something else. I don’t know why, but the moment he said those words, I felt my body react. A sudden surge of arousal pulsed through me, my breath hitching in my throat as I realized what was happening. My skin prickled, my muscles tightened, and before I could stop it, another wave of pleasure rushed through me.

I moaned, my back arching beneath Scott, my hands gripping the sheets as the orgasm hit me, soft but powerful, washing over me in slow, rolling waves. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t control it. His words had done something to me—something that both terrified and thrilled me.

I didn’t look at Brian. I couldn’t. My eyes stayed closed as Scott’s lips pressed against my neck, his hands still moving over my body, slow and deliberate. His weight on top of me felt comforting in a way I didn’t understand, and as his hips continued to move, I felt myself sinking deeper into the moment, surrendering completely.

“Good girl,” Scott whispered against my skin, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re mine now. For tonight, you’re all mine.”

Another shiver ran through me. His words echoed in my mind, and though I should have felt ashamed—should have wanted to push him away—my body betrayed me again. My heart raced, my breathing uneven as I realized how much I craved what he was giving me.

I felt the bed shift as Brian stood up, and I knew he was leaving. I wanted to say something, to call out to him, to ask him to stay—but the words wouldn’t come. My throat was tight, my body overwhelmed by the sensations that still lingered from the orgasm. Scott’s lips were on mine again, gentle but insistent, and all I could do was melt into him.

I heard the door close, and I knew Brian was gone. A pang of guilt shot through me, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming flood of desire that Scott’s touch brought back to the surface. He kissed me deeply, his hands sliding over my hips, pulling me closer to him as he pressed his body to mine.

“I told you,” Scott murmured against my lips, “you’d love this.”

I moaned softly, my body reacting without thought, my legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to move inside me. His pace was slow, almost agonizingly tender, and I could feel every inch of him filling me. There was no roughness now—just a strange, intoxicating intimacy that made my head spin.

My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back, my body moving with his, matching his slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent a wave of heat through me, my skin buzzing with electricity as I gave myself over to him completely.

“I… I don’t know why,” I whispered against his lips, my voice shaking. “I don’t know why I feel like this…”

Scott smiled against my mouth, his hand cupping my cheek as he kissed me again, silencing any further words. “It doesn’t matter, Leah,” he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “Just let go. Don’t fight it.”

I moaned again, my body arching beneath him as I did exactly that. I let go. I stopped fighting the emotions that were swirling inside me, stopped questioning why I felt the way I did. All I knew was that Scott was here, his body pressed against mine, his hands roaming over my skin, and that in this moment, nothing else mattered.

The guilt, the confusion, the fear—they all faded away as I let myself get lost in him. And in that moment, I wasn’t thinking about Brian, or the consequences, or anything else. All I could think about was the way Scott made me feel, the way my body responded to him, the way he held me, kissed me, touched me.

For tonight, I was his.

And as his lips moved over mine, his hands tracing slow, delicate patterns over my skin, I realized that I didn’t want it to stop. Not yet. Not while my body was still trembling with pleasure, still buzzing with the electricity of what he had done to me.

I moaned softly into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his slow, steady rhythm pushed me closer to the edge once more. This time, it wasn’t a rough, overwhelming orgasm. It was softer, more intimate, but just as powerful. And as my body trembled beneath him, I realized that something had changed inside me.

I had surrendered to Scott. Completely.

As Scott’s lips moved over mine, I felt something different stir inside me—something deeper than just the overwhelming physical pleasure he’d drawn from me all night. It was like all the walls I had carefully built over the years were dissolving, crumbling under his touch, leaving me vulnerable in a way I had never experienced before.

I had been kissed before, touched before, but never like this. The way Scott's rough hands glided over my skin, the way his breath hitched slightly as he took in every inch of my body—he wasn’t just using me; he was absorbing me. And for the first time, I didn’t hold back. I didn’t censor myself.

My breath caught in my throat as I allowed myself to feel everything—to really feel what was happening without guilt or shame clouding my senses. Scott’s body, so different from Brian’s, was crude, raw, imperfect. His skin was rough, his belly soft, his appearance so far from what I had always considered attractive. But that contrast—that very difference—heightened the intensity of my arousal.

The fact that someone so opposite of what I would have chosen now had me, completely, made my body react in ways I hadn’t known were possible.

I moaned softly as Scott's lips trailed down my neck again, his stubble grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My hands, no longer trembling, roamed over his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders, feeling the roughness of his muscles. My touch didn’t hesitate anymore. I craved the feel of him, the way his ugliness only added to the power he had over me.

It was freeing. I no longer cared about appearances, no longer cared about the image I had to maintain. With Scott, I could be raw, I could be honest, I could say things I had never been able to admit aloud.

“You make me feel… different,” I whispered breathlessly, my voice soft but filled with the truth I had been holding back. “I don’t understand it… but I need it.”

Scott pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. His smirk was gone now, replaced with something more focused, more intense. He leaned down, kissing me slowly, his lips soft but demanding, as if he wanted to pull every bit of truth from me.

“Tell me,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and thick with desire. “Tell me how I make you feel, Leah.”

My breath hitched as I searched for the words, my mind spinning with the sensation of his body pressing against mine, filling me slowly with every gentle thrust. The contrast between Scott’s rough figure and the control he had over me made my heart race in ways I couldn’t explain.

“You make me feel… free,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s like… I don’t have to be anyone else. I can just be me.”

Scott’s lips curled into a slow smile as he kissed me again, his pace never quickening, but every movement deliberate and deep. “That’s because with me,” he murmured, “you are free. You don’t have to pretend. You don’t have to hold back.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I realized that he was right. With Brian, I had always felt the need to be someone—someone perfect, someone in control. But with Scott, all of that fell away. I could give in to my desires, to the parts of me I had kept hidden for so long. I could surrender without shame.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I whispered, my fingers tangling in his hair as his lips pressed to mine again, softer this time. “With anyone.”

Scott groaned softly against my lips, his body moving with mine in a rhythm that felt like it had been made just for us. His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips as he filled me again, slowly, purposefully. “That’s because no one else knows how to take you the way I do,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with certainty.

I moaned, my back arching as I pressed closer to him, my body completely alive under his touch. His rough hands were possessive, and the contrast between his flawed, weathered body and the intensity of his touch made me crave him more. There was something so primal, so real, in the way he touched me, kissed me, made love to me.

With Brian, everything had always been gentle, careful, predictable. I loved him, but Scott made me feel something wild, something untamed. His roughness was liberating, his dominance intoxicating. I had never allowed myself to feel so completely owned by someone before. And now, as I lay beneath him, I realized I didn’t want to resist.

“You’re so different from him,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I let the words slip out. “But that’s why… that’s why I can’t stop.”

Scott grinned, his hands gripping my hips harder, pulling me into him as he kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, consuming me. “You don’t want to stop,” he growled against my lips, his voice dark and commanding. “You want more.”

I nodded, my breath catching as his words sent another surge of arousal through me. “Yes,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back, pulling him closer. “I want more.”

Scott’s grin widened as he kissed me again, harder this time, his pace quickening just slightly as he pushed me closer to the edge. “I’m going to give you more,” he muttered, his voice filled with the same confidence he had shown all night. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

And I did.

I moaned louder, my body trembling as Scott’s pace quickened, the rhythm of our bodies moving together sending me spiraling toward another climax. This time, it wasn’t the forceful, overwhelming orgasms he had drawn from me earlier. This one built slowly, like a simmering fire, until it consumed me completely.

I cried out, my body arching beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me, my mind spinning with the realization of how much I wanted this—how much I wanted him. The raw, imperfect, undeniable power he held over me was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and in that moment, I didn’t care about anything else.

I was free.

And as Scott’s hands gripped me tighter, his lips moving over mine, I knew that this was exactly what I had been craving all along.

Scott’s hands tightened on my hips as he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my neck. His body pressed down on mine, the slow rhythm of his hips pushing me further into the blissful haze I was already lost in. The way he moved inside me, slow yet deliberate, felt different from anything I had ever known. It wasn’t just sex—it was something more, something deeper. Every touch, every kiss, every sound that escaped his lips sent another surge of desire coursing through me, unraveling everything I thought I knew about myself.

I could feel the tension building again, slowly, more intimately this time. My body responded to him in ways I never expected, and as I clung to him, my fingers gripping his back, I realized that I wasn’t just letting go physically—I was letting go emotionally. I had never allowed myself to surrender like this before. Not fully. Not with anyone.

Scott must have sensed it too, because he slowed his movements even more, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Let go, Leah. Don’t hold anything back. I want all of you.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and for the first time, I truly allowed myself to give in completely. Every part of me—mind, body, and soul—was his in that moment. My breath came in ragged gasps as his hands roamed over my body, touching me in ways that made my skin burn with need. I had never felt so exposed, so raw, but at the same time, so free.

“I… I’ve never felt like this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with both emotion and arousal. “I’ve never wanted to let go like this before.”

Scott groaned softly, his hands sliding down my sides, gripping me tighter. “That’s because you’ve never been with someone who knows how to take you like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you. I want you to feel everything.”

His words sent another pulse of arousal through me, and I moaned softly, my body trembling beneath him as I felt the pleasure building again. My hips moved in time with his, and every slow, deliberate thrust brought me closer to the edge. But this time, it wasn’t just the physical sensation—it was the emotional release, the freedom of being able to give myself to someone without reservation.

“I need more,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I want all of you.”

Scott’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, intense kiss. His pace quickened slightly, just enough to send me spiraling closer to the edge, but still slow enough to savor every second. His hands moved over my body, gripping my hips, guiding me as I met his thrusts, my body moving in perfect sync with his.

“I’m going to give you everything, Leah,” he growled against my lips, his voice thick with need. “But you have to give me all of you.”

His words hit me like a wave, crashing over me, and I realized that I had already given him everything. There was nothing left to hold back. I had surrendered completely, and the weight of that realization sent me spiraling into the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.

“Scott…” I gasped, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable intensity. “I can’t… I can’t hold it back anymore.”

“Don’t,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck as he thrust into me harder, deeper. “Let it go. Let me feel you.”

His words, his touch, the intensity in his voice—it was all too much. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the orgasm crashed over me, more powerful than anything I had ever experienced. I cried out, my back arching as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me, my body convulsing beneath him as I completely let go.

And in that moment, something shifted in Scott too.

He groaned, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as my release pushed him closer to his own edge. His hands gripped me tightly, his breath ragged as he buried his face in my neck, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, filled with both need and something more. “You’re going to make me cum, Leah.”

I moaned, my body still trembling from my orgasm, and I tightened my legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him fully. “Do it,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I want to feel it. I want to feel all of you.”

Scott groaned louder, his pace quickening as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his body tensing, his breath hitching as he neared his release, and the intimacy of it all—knowing that he was going to lose control with me—pushed me even further.

And then, with a deep, guttural moan, Scott came.

His body tensed above mine, his hips pressing into me as he buried himself deep inside me, his release spilling into me as he trembled with the force of it. I could feel every pulse, every shudder, and the raw intimacy of it left me breathless.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies tangled together, both of us panting, our hearts pounding in sync. It wasn’t just about the physical release—it was about something deeper. Something neither of us had ever experienced before.

As Scott collapsed beside me, pulling me close, I realized that for the first time in my life, I had truly let go. I had given myself over to someone completely, without fear, without hesitation.

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked slowly, my body still heavy with the exhaustion from the night before, every muscle relaxed in a way that I hadn’t felt in a long time. For a moment, I didn’t move, letting myself revel in the warmth of the bed and the solid presence beside me. Scott’s arm was draped over my waist, his body pressed against mine, his breath slow and steady against the back of my neck.

I smiled to myself, the memory of everything that had happened flooding back into my mind. My body tingled with a mix of satisfaction and awe, the remnants of the previous night still lingering in every inch of me. I shifted slightly, feeling Scott stir behind me, and that’s when I noticed it—his thick cock, pressed against my thigh, hardening slightly as he slept.

The familiar feeling of heat pooled low in my belly, and without thinking, my hand slid down between us, my fingers brushing over his length. He was already halfway hard, and as I wrapped my fingers around him, I couldn’t help but smile. His cock had done things to me I hadn’t thought possible, had brought me to heights I’d never imagined. And now, holding him in my hand, I appreciated it in a whole new way.

I shifted gently, careful not to wake him just yet. I let my fingers trace the ridges and veins along his shaft, feeling him grow harder in my grip. It was slow at first, a soft caress, but I couldn’t resist the pull any longer. The warmth, the weight of him—it was intoxicating.

Carefully, I shifted further down his body, moving so I could take him into my mouth. I felt his body stir slightly, a soft sound escaping his lips, but he didn’t fully wake yet. I was quiet, deliberate, wanting to savor the moment, wanting to show him my gratitude in the most intimate way I knew how.

With a gentle kiss, I pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He groaned softly in his sleep, and I felt him harden even more in my hand. Slowly, I took him deeper, my lips sliding over his length, feeling the familiar stretch of him filling my mouth. The sensation was just as intoxicating as the night before, but this time, it was different. There was no rush, no pressure—just me and him, in this quiet, intimate moment.

Scott stirred more now, his breathing changing as he became aware of what I was doing. I could feel him twitch in my mouth, and I glanced up at him. His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, but the moment his gaze met mine, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep but laced with amusement and satisfaction. His hand slid into my hair, gently guiding me as I took him deeper, my mouth moving over him with soft, deliberate strokes.

I smiled around him, the sound of his voice sending a shiver of pleasure through me. His hand rested on the back of my head, not forcing me, just there, enjoying the moment as much as I was. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the way his body responded to my touch, how his cock was becoming fully rigid under the slow, intimate attention I was giving him.

I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his head, tasting him as I worked my lips along his length. Scott groaned softly, his hips lifting ever so slightly to meet the movement of my mouth, and I knew he was enjoying every second of it. His cock, now fully hard, throbbed against my tongue, and I could feel the tension building in him, though we both knew there was no hurry.

"You’re getting good at that," Scott said, his voice deep, the sleepy amusement still in his tone. His hand tightened slightly in my hair, and I could feel the heat building between us again, just like the night before.

I moaned softly around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, and he grunted, his hips moving with me now. It was slow, unhurried, but the heat between us was undeniable. I couldn’t help but smile around him as I continued, knowing that he had already taken me places I had never thought possible—and now, in this quiet morning light, I was giving something back to him.

Scott’s body tensed slightly, his breath coming in heavier now as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with that same dark hunger that had consumed him the night before. He smiled, his lips curling into a grin as he gently tugged at my hair, pulling me up to meet his gaze.

"You’re going to make me lose control if you keep that up," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

But I didn’t stop. Instead, I took him even deeper, my hands resting on his thighs as I moved over him, savoring every sound, every twitch of his body, every breathless groan that escaped his lips.

And as Scott’s grip tightened in my hair, as his body tensed and his hips began to move more insistently, I knew that this was only the beginning of what we would share today.

The moment I pulled my lips from him, I could feel the heat between us rising again, stronger than ever. His eyes were locked onto mine, filled with that same dark desire that had consumed us the night before. But this time, it was different. There was no hesitation in me, no second-guessing, no fear of what was happening or what I was doing.

I wanted him. I needed him.

“Scott…” I whispered, my voice breathy and filled with the raw desire that pulsed through my veins. “I want more.”

His eyes darkened, a slow grin curling at the corner of his mouth as he watched me, his hand still resting lightly in my hair. I could feel the tension between us, the way my words hung in the air, and I didn’t hold back anymore. I couldn’t. I was free—free to want, free to feel, free to take what I needed.

I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, my body trembling slightly with the anticipation of what was about to happen. His thick cock pressed against me, still hard, and I could feel the heat of him, ready, waiting for me. My breath hitched as I positioned myself above him, my hands resting on his chest as I leaned down, my lips brushing against his.

“I don’t want to hold back anymore,” I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth I was finally able to speak. “I want all of you. I need to feel you… like never before.”

Scott groaned softly, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips as he positioned me above him. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see that same hunger reflected in his gaze. But there was something else, too—something deeper, something that went beyond the physical. He was giving me the space to be honest, to say what I had never said before.

“Tell me,” he muttered, his voice rough but filled with a commanding presence. “Tell me how you feel.”

I looked down at him, my heart racing, my body aching for him, and for the first time, I didn’t feel the need to hide anything. I let the words spill out, raw and unfiltered, the truth that I had been holding back for too long.

“You make me feel alive,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “More alive than I’ve ever felt. I don’t know why… I don’t know how… but with you, I don’t have to pretend. I don’t have to hold anything back.”

Scott’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands gripping my hips tighter as I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of him as he filled me. The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling with the intensity of it, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

“I want you,” I whispered, my breath hitching as I settled on top of him, my body pressing against his as I rocked my hips slowly. “I want all of you, Scott. I want to feel everything… every part of you.”

Scott groaned, his hands guiding my hips as I moved over him, his cock stretching me in ways that made my head spin. “You’re mine, Leah,” he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re going to feel everything.”

I moaned, my head falling back as the pleasure surged through me, my body moving in rhythm with his. There was nothing holding me back anymore—no guilt, no hesitation, no fear. I was free to feel, free to want, free to give myself to him in ways I never had with anyone else.

“You make me feel different,” I gasped, my hands pressing against his chest as I moved faster, the intensity of the pleasure building inside me. “No one has ever made me feel like this before.”

Scott groaned, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrust up into me, meeting my movements with a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. “That’s because no one else knows how to take you like I do,” he muttered, his voice rough, his breath coming in heavy gasps.

I moaned louder, my body trembling as the tension inside me built, every nerve alight with the fire he had ignited. I had never felt anything like this before—this kind of connection, this kind of freedom. I wasn’t just moving on top of him—I was giving myself to him completely, without reservation, without holding anything back.

“I need you,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I felt the orgasm building inside me, stronger and more powerful than anything I had felt before. “I need all of you.”

Scott’s eyes locked onto mine, his breath heavy as he thrust up into me harder, his hands guiding me, pushing me closer to the edge. “You have all of me,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “Now let go, Leah. Let me feel it.”

And I did.

With a final cry, my body tensed, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, consuming me completely. I gasped, my hands gripping his chest as the pleasure ripped through me, my body shaking uncontrollably as I came hard, harder than I ever had before.

Scott groaned, his hands gripping me tightly as he thrust up into me one last time, his body tensing beneath mine. And then, with a deep, guttural moan, he came too, his release filling me as our bodies moved together, locked in the most intimate, powerful connection I had ever experienced.

We stayed like that, tangled together, our bodies trembling, our breaths coming in heavy gasps. There was no need for words. The connection between us was undeniable, and as I lay there, my body still pressed against his, I knew that something had changed inside me.

I had given myself to him completely, and in doing so, I had found a freedom I never knew I needed.

Brian’s Perspective:

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the clock as the early morning light began to creep through the blinds. The night had been long, agonizingly so, filled with nothing but silence and my own thoughts. The empty bed beside me felt colder than ever, a stark reminder of what had happened just a few hours ago. Leah wasn’t here. She had spent the night with Scott. And I knew, deep down, that nothing would be the same after this.

My mind raced with images, with the sound of her voice, the way her body had responded to him right in front of me. It was everything I thought I could handle, everything I thought I wanted… but now, sitting here alone in the dim morning light, the weight of it all pressed down on me.

I heard the door creak open downstairs, the soft sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor. My heart jumped in my chest, and I stood up, my body tensing as I listened to the quiet, deliberate footsteps. It was Leah. She was home.

I didn’t move. I just stood there, waiting, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard her slowly ascend the stairs. Each step seemed to echo louder than it should have, the house suddenly too quiet, too still.

And then she appeared in the doorway.

Leah stood there, her hair slightly disheveled, her makeup faintly smudged, but she still looked every bit as beautiful as she had the night before. She was wearing the same white shirt and heels she had left in, the shirt slightly wrinkled from the night spent with Scott, and her legs still long and bare beneath the hem. She looked like she had just walked out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare—I wasn’t sure which anymore.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us said a word. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, taking her in, trying to process what it meant to see her like this, after everything that had happened.

Leah’s eyes were soft, but there was a different look in them—a weight, an awareness that hadn’t been there before. She shifted slightly, and the sound of her heels on the floor brought me back to the present, reminding me that this was real. That she had been with him. That she had spent the night in his bed, while I had waited here, alone.

“I’m home,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Home. But was this still her home? Was I still her husband? I didn’t know anymore.

I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words, but everything felt stuck in my throat. All I could do was nod, my eyes trailing down her body, lingering on the shirt that barely covered her thighs, the heels that she hadn’t taken off, as if she hadn’t yet fully returned. The image of her leaving in that outfit the night before, walking to Scott’s, flashed in my mind, and now, seeing her standing here after everything… it was almost too much to bear.

She stepped toward me, her movements slow, deliberate, like she was testing the waters, unsure of what my reaction would be. And to be honest, I didn’t know how to react either. Part of me was furious, part of me heartbroken, but another part of me—a part I didn’t want to admit—was still aroused by it all. The sight of her, after spending a night with him, stirred something in me that I couldn’t quite put into words.

Leah took another step closer, her eyes never leaving mine, and I could see the guilt, the confusion, the weight of what had happened in her expression. But there was something else there, too—something deeper. She looked different, more aware of herself, more confident in a way I hadn’t seen before. It was like she had come back to me, but not entirely the same person she had been when she left.

“I…” She hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t want it to be like this. I didn’t expect…”

Her words trailed off, and I could see the struggle in her eyes. She was trying to explain, trying to find a way to make me understand, but I didn’t know if I was ready to hear it.

“What was it like?” I finally asked, my voice sounding more hollow than I intended. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know, but the question came out before I could stop it.

Leah’s breath hitched, and she looked down at the floor for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “It was… different,” she admitted, her voice soft. “It was… freeing, in a way I can’t explain. I wasn’t expecting to feel like that.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to process what she was saying. She had felt free. With him. And as much as I wanted to be angry, as much as I wanted to feel betrayed, I couldn’t help but feel… envious. Envious that Scott had unlocked something in her that I hadn’t. Envious that she had experienced something with him that had changed her.

“I don’t know what this means for us,” she said, her voice trembling again. “But I’m here. I came back.”

The room felt heavy with her words, the weight of the night before pressing down on both of us. She came back, but what had she come back to? I wanted to reach out, to pull her close, to make sense of it all, but my hands stayed at my sides, frozen, unsure of what to do.

“I don’t know either,” I finally whispered, my voice barely audible.

Leah stepped closer again, her hand reaching out to gently touch my arm, her fingers light against my skin. “But we’ll figure it out,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine, pleading for some kind of understanding, some kind of connection.

And despite everything, despite the ache in my chest and the confusion in my mind, I nodded. Because I knew, deep down, that she was right. We had to figure it out. There was no going back now.

But as I looked at her, still standing in that white shirt, still wearing the heels she had walked to his house in, I couldn’t help but wonder if things had already changed too much. If we were already too far gone.

As Leah stood in front of me, I could sense it immediately—the familiar flush of her skin, the way her lips were swollen, slightly parted, still wet with the remnants of her last kiss. Her skin had that unmistakable glow, a warmth that radiated from deep inside her, as if she had just been claimed moments ago.

She had been with Scott, just minutes ago.

I knew it before I even asked, but the words still left my mouth before I could stop them. “Did you… were you just with him?”

Leah’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced away for a moment, unable to meet my gaze. She didn’t need to say anything—her silence was answer enough. I felt the knot in my stomach tighten, but instead of the anger I expected, a sudden, uncontrollable need surged through me. I couldn’t explain it. It was primal, raw, something I had felt before. I knew what Scott had done to her, and instead of repelling me, it pulled me in.

“Brian…” she whispered, her voice trembling with both guilt and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

But I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. All I could see was the evidence of what had just happened, the way her body still glowed with the aftermath of their coupling. I could feel the heat radiating off her, see the slight tremble in her legs as she stood there, exposed, vulnerable, and completely irresistible.

Without thinking, I moved toward her, my hands reaching for the buttons of the white shirt she was still wearing. Leah gasped, her eyes widening as I roughly undid each one, her body reacting instinctively to my touch. The shirt fell open, revealing the soft, flushed skin of her chest and stomach. Her breath quickened, but she didn’t stop me. She didn’t protest.

I stripped the shirt from her body, tossing it to the side, my hands moving with a desperation I couldn’t control. Leah’s heels clacked softly on the floor as she stepped back, but there was no escaping what was happening. I was consumed by the sight of her—the way her body had been taken, used, claimed. It wasn’t just the thought of Scott that was driving me wild. It was the fact that she was mine, too, and right now, I needed to make sure she knew it.

“Brian, wait…” she whispered, her voice shaky as I pushed her gently back onto the bed, her legs parting as she sat down. “You don’t have to—”

But I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t. I was already too far gone.

I knelt between her legs, my eyes fixed on the undeniable evidence of her recent coupling. Her thighs were slick, her skin flushed, and there, glistening in the light, was the unmistakable wetness that told me everything I needed to know.

Scott had been inside her.

And now, so would I.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her inner thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I pulled her closer. Leah gasped, her hands reaching down to push me back, but it was too late. My need for her was too overwhelming, too powerful to resist. I was drawn to her, to the heat, the scent, the taste of her. I needed to claim her, to take her in a way that erased everything else.

“Brian, please…” she whimpered, her hands pressing against my shoulders, but her voice was weak, her resistance half-hearted.

I ignored her protests, my mouth descending on her slick, sodden sex. The taste of her filled my senses, and I groaned, the sound vibrating against her as my tongue flicked over her swollen clit. Leah’s body jerked beneath me, her legs trembling as I devoured her, my mouth moving with a hunger I hadn’t known I was capable of.

She tried to push me back again, her hands pressing harder against my shoulders, but I held her hips firmly in place, my tongue working relentlessly as I licked and sucked her clit. Leah moaned, her head falling back against the bed as her body betrayed her, responding to every movement of my mouth. Her legs quivered, her toes curling as I dragged her closer to the edge, closer to the release she was trying to resist.

“Brian…” she gasped, her voice breathless and filled with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “You don’t have to… oh God…”

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The taste of her, the feel of her trembling beneath me, the way her body responded to my every touch—it was intoxicating. I wanted to consume her, to erase any trace of Scott from her body, to make her mine again. My tongue moved faster, flicking over her clit before pressing deeper, tasting the slick evidence of their coupling, devouring every inch of her.

Leah’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath me as she tried to hold on, tried to resist the pleasure that was building inside her. But it was useless. Her hips bucked against my mouth, her thighs tightening around my head as she gave in, her hands gripping the sheets as she moaned my name.

“Brian… oh God, Brian…” she cried, her voice breaking as the orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing beneath me as I continued to lick and suck, drawing every last bit of pleasure from her trembling form.

Her toes curled, her back arching off the bed as she came hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure consumed her. I didn’t stop, my mouth still working over her, pushing her further, deeper into the orgasm as her body shook uncontrollably.

Finally, when her hands weakly pushed at my shoulders, her voice trembling, I slowed, my tongue gently flicking over her one last time before pulling back. I sat up, my breath coming in heavy gasps, my eyes locked on hers.

Leah lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her legs still trembling, her skin flushed and glowing. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air between us.

I had devoured her, claimed her, and yet… something had changed. Something had shifted between us.

And as I knelt there, looking down at her, I couldn’t help but wonder what it all meant.

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