The second the door clicked shut behind me, Lila dropped to her knees like she'd been waiting all week for this exact moment. Twenty-four, shameless, and already glistening between her thighs, she looked up at me with those big hazel eyes and slowly licked her lips.
"Ryan's flight just took off," she breathed. "Three whole days. No clothes. No rules. Just your cock and my mouth until I can't think straight."
She was already naked, exactly as promised—smooth olive skin flushed with anticipation, her heavy breasts rising with each breath, dark nipples tight and begging for attention. That perfect little landing strip pointed the way to her swollen, glistening folds.
I didn't even manage to get my jacket off before her hands were on my belt, freeing my thick, throbbing length.
"Fuck, I missed this," she moaned, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before taking me to the root in one greedy glide. Her throat fluttered around me as she held my gaze, eyes watering with the effort. "He hasn't touched me in two weeks. Two fucking weeks. And you… God, you're already leaking for me."
I tangled my fingers in her hair and began fucking her mouth in slow, deep strokes, letting her choke and gag just the way she loved it. She was dripping down her thighs already. When I finally pulled her off, thin strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to my glistening shaft. She gasped for breath.
"Bedroom. Now. I need to cum on you before I lose my mind."
We barely made it to the bed. I threw her down, spread those long legs wide open, and buried my tongue in her soaked pussy. She arched so hard her heavy tits bounced. "Yes—fuck—right there, just like that. Ryan never eats me like this. He just… shoves it in and finishes in three minutes. Oh my God—"
I sucked her swollen clit hard, two fingers curling inside her to stroke that perfect spot, and she shattered. Her first orgasm ripped through her—loud, shaking, soaking my chin—as she grabbed my hair and ground desperately against my face through every pulsing wave.
But I wasn't done. I flipped her onto all fours, lined up, and slammed home balls-deep in one powerful thrust. She screamed my name. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment while I fucked her hard and deep, every stroke dragging across that sensitive place inside her.
"Harder—please—ruin me," she begged, pushing back against me. "He thinks he's good… but you make me cum so fucking easy. I hate how much I need this."
Her second orgasm crashed over her mid-sentence, her pussy clamping down around me so tightly I nearly lost control. I kept thrusting through it, my hand cracking against her ass until the skin glowed red and she dissolved into breathless babbling.
When I finally came, flooding her deep, she collapsed forward, my release leaking down her thighs as she whispered hoarsely, "I don't know how I'm supposed to go back to him after this."
She stayed naked all day. Saturday morning I woke to her straddling my face, grinding her dripping pussy against my tongue while she scrolled through Ryan's last text on her phone.
"Morning, babe. Miss you already," she read aloud in a mocking tone, then moaned deeply as I sucked her clit between my lips. "Miss you too, asshole. Not." She tossed the phone aside, gripped the headboard, and rode my face until she came twice, her thighs trembling around my ears.
After breakfast—she perched on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide while I finger-fucked her through a third shattering orgasm—we moved to the couch. She settled in my lap facing me, my cock buried to the hilt inside her, and began rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles.
"Tell me something," she panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "Do you ever get jealous when I talk about him?"
I gripped her ass firmly and thrust up into her. "Every time. But then you cum on my cock like this and I remember who's actually making you scream."
She laughed breathlessly, but her expression softened. "He's safe. Steady paycheck, nice apartment… but he doesn't see me. Not like you do." Her voice cracked as another climax built inside her. "You look at me like you want to devour me. He looks at me like I'm… convenient."
I flipped us so she was riding me in reverse, facing the full-length mirror. "Watch," I growled. "Watch how perfectly your pussy takes every inch."
She did. Eyes locked on our reflection—her full tits bouncing, my thick cock disappearing inside her again and again—she came so hard she squirted, soaking my thighs and the couch beneath us. "Fuck—look at that—Ryan's never made me do that. Never."
We didn't stop. I bent her over the dining table next, then took her against the balcony door, curtains parted just enough to make the thrill dangerous. Every new position pulled another orgasm from her, along with another raw confession.
By evening she was a trembling, cum-drenched mess sprawled on the bed, legs still spread, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit. "I think I'm falling for the way you ruin me," she whispered, voice raw and vulnerable. "And that terrifies me more than losing him."
Sunday afternoon the drama peaked. Ryan called while I had Lila pinned beneath me on the mattress, her legs over my shoulders, my cock so deep she could barely breathe. Her phone lit up on the nightstand—"Babe ❤️" flashing on the screen.
"Answer it," I whispered, slowing my thrusts to a torturous grind.
Her eyes widened, but she accepted the call, her voice shaky. "H-hey, babe… yeah, just… working out." At that moment I drove into her hard. She bit her lip until it turned white, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Ryan rambled on about his conference. Lila's free hand clawed at my back. I rubbed tight circles over her clit and mouthed the word *Cum*.
She obeyed—silently, violently—her pussy pulsing and squeezing around me while her boyfriend told her he loved her. The moment she hung up, she broke into a mix of sobs and screams. "I can't do this anymore. I don't love him. I love how you make me feel—wanted, filthy, alive."
I kissed her through the tears, deep and consuming, and fucked her with raw intensity. Skin slapping, sweat slicking our bodies. She came four more times—once on my fingers, once on my tongue, twice with me buried deep inside her—each release louder, wetter, and more desperate than the last.
By the time the sun set, we lay tangled in the soaked sheets. Lila traced lazy circles on my chest, her voice small. "He lands tomorrow night. I have to decide."
I tilted her chin up gently. "Stay naked until then. And every time you think about him, remember how many times I made you cum this weekend."
She smiled, that wicked yet soft smile, and slid down my body to take me into her mouth once more.
"Deal," she murmured around my cock. "Three days down. But I'm already counting the minutes until the next time you come over and ruin me for him all over again."