The knock came exactly twenty minutes later, sharp, impatient.
Marcus walked to the door and called through it.
"It's open."
A pause.
"You sure?" Riley's voice, muffled but playful. "I don't want to walk in on the wrong apartment."
"It's the right one," he said.
The door pushed open.
Riley stepped inside, closing it behind her with a soft click.
Marcus stood in the middle of the small studio room, bed in one corner, desk in another, everything in plain sight.
She was more beautiful than he remembered.
The store uniform had hidden everything.
Now, in a tight black crop top that strained against her massive, heavy breasts and low-rise jeans that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, she looked like pure sin. Long auburn hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her flushed face. Green eyes locked on him with raw hunger, full lips parted slightly.
Her tits were huge, round, soft DDs at least, pushing hard against the thin fabric, nipples already visible through it. Her waist curved in dramatically before flaring into wide, juicy hips and an ass that looked made for gripping. Every step made her curves jiggle just right.
Riley raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"You just going to stare?"
Marcus blinked, heat flooding him.
"Sorry," he said, voice rough. "Welcome to my little crib. Want something to drink?"
She stepped closer, eyes dark.
"I didn't come here for a drink," she said. "You know what I came for."
She closed the gap, hands sliding up his chest, and kissed him hard.
Marcus didn't hold back.
He kissed her back with raw hunger, lips crushing hers, tongue forcing its way in, claiming her mouth. Riley moaned deep in her throat, the sound vibrating against him as their tongues tangled wet and sloppy.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her body flush against his.
Riley's fingers dropped lower, rubbing his cock through his trousers, already rock-hard and straining. She stroked him firmly, up and down, feeling the thick length, squeezing the head through the fabric.
"Fuck, you're big," she gasped between kisses.
Marcus growled, kissing down her neck, sucking hard on the soft skin just below her ear. He bit lightly, marking her with dark red hickeys as she whimpered.
His other hand groped her breast roughly, palm filling with soft, heavy flesh. He pinched her nipple hard through the crop top, twisting until she cried out, body arching into him.
Riley kept stroking his dick faster, grinding her hips against his thigh.
Marcus couldn't wait anymore.
He grabbed the hem of her crop top and yanked it up and off in one motion.
Her tits spilled free, massive, perfect, pale with pink nipples hard as diamonds. They bounced heavily as the shirt came off, jiggling in a way that made his cock throb.
He attacked them immediately, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking while his hand mauled the other, kneading the soft flesh, pinching and pulling until she was moaning nonstop.
Riley's hand never stopped rubbing his dick, now frantic through his pants.
When the kissing and groping left them both breathless, Marcus pushed her back onto the bed.
She lay down willingly, back against the mattress, legs spreading wide without being told.
Her panties were already soaked, dark wet spot visible through the thin lace.
Marcus peeled off her low-rise jeans slowly, dragging them down her thick thighs.
The panties came next, completely drenched, clinging to her shaved pussy lips.
He tossed them aside.
Riley's pussy was perfect, pink, swollen, dripping wet.
Marcus dropped between her open legs.
He started slow, one long lick from bottom to top, tasting her sweetness.
Riley bucked, moaning loud.
He didn't stop.
Tongue flat and firm, licking her clit in circles, then sucking it hard into his mouth.
His fingers spread her lips wider, exposing everything.
He licked deeper, tongue fucking her hole, then back to her clit, fast, relentless.
Riley's juices flowed heavier, splashing against his chin and mouth as she got wetter.
Her thighs started vibrating, shaking uncontrollably.
Marcus reached up with one hand, pinching and twisting her nipple hard while his tongue never slowed, pressing, flicking, sucking.
Riley screamed, body convulsing, squirting lightly against his face as she came hard.
He kept going through it, licking every drop, prolonging her orgasm until she was begging.
"Please… fuck… too much…"
Only then did he pull back, face glistening with her cum.
Marcus sat her up roughly.
Riley's eyes were glazed, chest heaving.
She fumbled with his belt, yanking his trousers and boxers down in one desperate pull.
His cock sprang free.
Thick, at least 9 inches, veiny, head swollen and leaking pre-cum.
Riley stared, mouth open.
"Holy fuck… it's huge."
She didn't wait.
She grabbed the base, hand barely wrapping around it, and sucked the head into her mouth hard.
Wet.
Sloppy.
Deep.
She bobbed fast, taking as much as she could, gagging slightly but pushing further, saliva dripping down the shaft.
Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking like she was starving for it.
Marcus groaned, hand in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
After minutes of her worshiping his cock, throat deep, eyes watering, spit everywhere, Riley pulled off with a pop.
She looked up, desperate.
"I can't wait anymore," she begged. "Please fuck me. I need that big dick inside me now."
Marcus flipped her onto her hands and knees, ass up, face pressed into the pillow.
Riley arched her back instinctively, presenting herself, pussy glistening and swollen.
Marcus knelt behind her, gripping his thick cock.
He rubbed the fat head up and down her slick folds, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her juices.
Riley moaned loud, pushing back desperately.
"Please… stop teasing…"
He pressed the tip against her hole, sliding it up and down, letting her feel how thick he was.
Then, slowly, he pushed in.
The warmth hit him first, hot, velvet tightness wrapping around his head.
Wet.
Soaking.
Her pussy sucked him in greedily as he fed her inch after inch.
Riley screamed into the pillow, body shaking.
"Fuck… it's too big… oh god…"
Marcus groaned, feeling every ridge of her walls gripping him, pulsing.
He sank deeper, bottoming out, balls pressed against her clit.
So tight.
So perfect.
He pulled back slowly, then thrust in again, deeper, harder.
Riley's screams turned raw.
He started slow, long strokes, letting her pussy adjust, letting her feel every veiny inch stretching her.
Then faster.
His hips snapped forward, pounding her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the small room.
Her pussy swallowed him completely with every thrust, juices dripping down her thighs.
Riley's arms trembled, threatening to give out.
Her phone buzzed on the floor, once, ignored.
Twice, still ignored.
Third time, it rang loudly.
Riley glanced at the screen through half-lidded eyes.
Boss.
An evil, breathless smile spread across her face.
She reached for it, answering on speaker.
"H-hello?" she managed, voice shaky.
Marcus's eyes darkened.
He didn't slow.
He slammed into her harder, brutal, deep strokes that made her whole body jolt.
Riley bit her lip hard, trying to control the moans.
"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm sick," she gasped out.
On the other end, her boss sounded confused.
"You sound… out of breath. Are you okay?"
Riley's eyes rolled back as Marcus hit a spot that made her see stars.
"Y-yeah, just… really bad cough," she lied, a high-pitched whimper escaping.
Marcus grabbed both her arms, pulling them behind her back, holding her wrists in one hand.
She couldn't support herself anymore, face pressed into the mattress, ass high, completely at his mercy.
He fucked her harder.
Relentless.
The bed creaked.
Her pussy clenched around him like a vice.
Her boss kept talking, something about covering the shift.
Riley couldn't form words anymore.
Only broken moans.
"Ah… I… I'll be f-fine tomorrow…"
Marcus felt her getting close again, walls fluttering.
He was close too.
Riley dropped the phone, call still connected, and screamed.
"Cum inside me! Please… fill me up… I want to feel it!"
Marcus let go of her arms, gripped her hips, and slammed deep one last time.
He erupted, hot, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy, painting her walls, pumping until it overflowed and leaked down her thighs.
Riley came with him, body convulsing, squirting around his cock, screaming his name.
The warmth of his load filled her completely, hot and thick.
She collapsed forward when he pulled out, cum dripping from her stretched pussy.
The phone beeped, call ended.
Riley turned over, breathless, eyes glazed.
She crawled forward weakly.
Grabbed his still-hard cock, slick with their mixed juices.
And sucked it clean.
Slow.
Deep.
Tongue swirling around the head, tasting herself and his cum.
She looked up at him the whole time.
When she finally pulled off with a pop, she smiled.
"You just ruined me."
Marcus pulled her up, kissing her forehead.
"Good."
Riley curled against him for a moment.
"I'm definitely calling in sick tomorrow."
They lay tangled in the sheets for a while, sweat cooling on their skin, breaths finally slowing.
Riley traced lazy circles on his chest, her head resting in the crook of his arm.
"Holy shit," she whispered, voice hoarse. "I don't think I've ever been fucked like that."
Marcus chuckled low, fingers running through her hair.
"You weren't exactly holding back."
She laughed softly, then winced.
"I don't think my legs work anymore."
She tried to sit up, thighs trembling.
"Nope. Definitely not."
Marcus smiled.
"Stay as long as you need."
Riley sighed, snuggling closer.
"I should go soon. Don't want to overstay. But… give me a minute. Or ten. I'm not sure I can walk straight."
They stayed like that for a while, quiet, comfortable.
Eventually, Riley pushed herself up slowly.
"Okay. I think I can manage."
She climbed off the bed, legs still shaky.
She picked up her clothes.
Crop top on.
Jeans next.
Her black lace panties were completely soaked, useless.
She balled them up and stuffed them in her pocket with a grin.
"No point wearing these. They're ruined."
Marcus watched her dress, appreciating every curve.
When she was ready, she turned to him.
"You don't have to walk me out."
"I want to," he said.
Riley's smile softened.
"Okay."
They left the apartment together.
She slipped her hand into his as they walked down the stairs and out into the cool night air.
Not like a hookup.
Like something more.
Like trust.
At the street, Marcus flagged a cab.
One pulled up quickly.
Before she got in, Riley turned to him, rising on her toes.
They kissed, slow this time, deep, lingering.
Her hand on his neck, his on her waist.
When they pulled apart, her eyes were warm.
"Text me tomorrow?" she asked.
"Definitely."
She slid into the cab.
Marcus closed the door.
Watched it pull away.
Then headed back upstairs.
Alone again, but different.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the rumpled sheets.
His body still buzzed.
It had been his first time.
Everything.
The warmth of her mouth.
The tightness when he entered her.
The way she clenched around him when she came.
The rush when he filled her.
It felt… unreal.
Powerful.
Addictive.
He was no longer a virgin.
The thought hit him hard.
A soft, warm female voice resonated in his mind, teasing and amused.
"Congratulations, Marcus. No longer a virgin. How does it feel to finally know what all the fuss is about?"
Marcus froze.
"Who the hell..."
"Relax," the voice said, laughing lightly. "I'm Lyra. Your new guide. The system thought you deserved a more... personal touch after that performance."
Marcus leaned back, heart racing for a different reason now.
"Lyra."
"That's me. And tomorrow's party? We're going to have a lot more fun."
He smiled despite himself.
"Yeah. We are."