The Sweetest Betrayal
Vincent’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Abigail’s name. Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt him pause inside her, his thick cock still buried deep, stretching her so deliciously she could barely think straight.
“Don’t answer it,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
But Vincent smirked, that fucking devilish grin that made her melt every time. He reached for the phone, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts that had her seeing stars.
“Hey, babe,” he said, his voice calm, but his cock told a different story. It was hard as steel, pulsing inside her as he fucked her with that agonizingly slow rhythm.
Hannah bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips grinding against his, desperate for more. She shouldn’t be doing this—she *knew* she shouldn’t—but god, it felt too fucking good. Vincent’s free hand found her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple, sending electric shocks straight to her core.
He locked eyes with her as he spoke to Abigail, his gaze dark and predatory. Hannah could feel the power in his stare, the way he owned her body with every thrust. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and desperate, as he whispered into the phone, “I’ll see you in a bit, but don’t wait for me. It’s bad for our baby. Go to sleep.”
The second he hung up, he slammed into her hard, his cock hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out. His lips crashed against hers, hungry and possessive, his tongue tangling with hers in a fiery dance of passion. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve, igniting sparks of desire across her sensitive skin.
She arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of the delicious friction as he moved inside her. His thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding, driving her higher and higher towards the peak of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he reached between their joined bodies, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot.
With a few skilled strokes, he sent her flying over the edge, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her. His own release followed moments later, his groan of completion muffled against the side of her neck.
They collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both struggling to catch their breath. As the aftershocks slowly subsided, he lifted his head to gaze down at her, a satisfied smirk playing about his lips.
“I think that was worth interrupting my phone call for, don’t you agree?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
