The doorbell sliced through the hush like a blade.
I pulled my mouth from Lila's, her taste still burning on my tongue.
"Stay here," I said, voice low.
She clutched the cotton dress to her chest, nodded.
I descended barefoot, pulse hammering. Through the peephole: a blonde in a crimson sundress, same age as Lila, holding a trolley. She looked startled when I opened the door—her gaze raking over my shirtless torso, sweatpants slung low.
"Is Lila home?" she asked, voice bright.
"Yes. And you are?"
"Jennie. Lila's cousin."
I swung the door wide. "Come in. She's in her room."
Jennie stepped inside, trolley wheels clacking on marble.
"May I know who you are? You're not her boyfriend, right?"
A flicker of irritation sparked in my chest. I controlled it.
"I'm Elias. And I am Lila's boyfriend."
She covered her mouth, eyes wide. "Really? That girl hated men! And suddenly she's in a relationship!"
"What can I say," I replied coolly, "people change."
Jennie scanned me again—slow, deliberate—then purred, "Seeing a hot man like this, anyone would change."
"Thank you. I'll get her."
"Okay," she smiled, "I'll be waiting."
Upstairs – Bedroom Door
Lila stood in a white sundress, hair loose, skin glowing.. God, she is beautiful.
Her eyes were wide with worry. "Police? But I never leave evidence—"
"No. Your cousin Jennie."
Lila rolled her eyes. "She ran away from home again. Does this a lot."
Then—relief flashed across her face, a secret thought blooming.
I smirked. "Thinking I won't fuck you with her being here?"
Her expression snapped—surprise, then heat.
I grabbed her neck, pulled her close.
"You silly girl. How could you think that? You exist and I'm not fucking you every hour?"
"But she's a family, you can't—"
"Oh, I can," I whispered, and crushed my mouth to hers.
A deep, wet kiss—tongue invading, claiming. She fought for a second, then surrendered, melting into me.
I licked her neck, throat, shoulder—passionate, possessive—teeth grazing, sucking until faint bruises blobbed.
My hands slid under the dress, fingers brushing her panties—
"AHEM!"
We startled, spinning.
Jennie stood behind us, arms crossed, playful smirk.
"I was waiting downstairs… and you're already busy."
Lila broke away, flushed. "Hey, Jennie! How are you?"
She hugged her cousin.
Jennie hugged back, eyes on me. "Good. You seem to be doing great—found a fucking hot boyfriend. Should've told me."
Lila smiled awkwardly. "Everything happened so fast…"
Jennie turned to me. "Where'd you find our girl, handsome?"
"I didn't find her. She found me."
Jennie's brows shot up. "Then I was right. This hottie did change your manhating mind."
Lila laughed nervously.
Jennie winked. "Lila, if that manhating ever comes back—give this hottie to me."
I cut in: "It won't. Ladies, talk in the bedroom. I'll bring snacks."
Jennie waved a hand. "No need. Just need a shower. I'll take the usual room."
She turned, voice teasing: "Don't worry—I won't be disturbed by your beautiful noises."
Then she was gone.
Hallway – Moments Later
Lila leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"So… what do you think?"
I stepped close. "About what?"
"About her. She's dropdead gorgeous. Bigger boobs, fatter ass than me. High demand. And she clearly finds you very handsome."
I grabbed her hips, yanked her into me.
"I don't care."
My mouth claimed hers—hungry, devouring—tongue tangling, teeth nipping.
She gasped for air.
I seized one breast through the dress, squeezed hard.
She moaned, loud and broken.
"I think," I growled, "I need to fuck you right now. Wasted too much time."
I started undressing her—dress up, over her head, tossed aside.
"But you said—"
"I gave you more than enough time to rest."
I pushed her against the wall, freed my cock—rockhard—and thrust into her pussy in one brutal stroke.
She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.
I grabbed her face, forcing her eyes to mine.
"It's your fault for being this fucking desirable all the time."
I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. My thrusts were deep, savage—each slam shaking her body, floorboards creaking. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard as diamonds. I sucked one, bit until she sobbed, then the other. I choked her lightly—her pulse racing under my thumb. She came hard, pussy clenching, juices flooding the marble.
"Elias… please… too much…"
Her voice, her tightness, her surrender—it's fucking oxygen. I can't stop.
I lifted her, legs around my waist, slammed her back against the wall. I fucked her standing, cock pounding upward, hitting her Gspot. Her ass slapped the plaster with each thrust. I gripped her throat, squeezed, her eyes rolling back. She came again, squirting down my thighs.
"Elias… I can't… breathe…"
Her wetness, her shaking, her helplessness—it's fuel. I'm a goddamn inferno.
I bent her over the banister, ass in air. I yanked her hair, arched her back. My belt—CRACK across her ass, red welts blooming. I thrust from behind, deep, relentless, balls slapping her clit. She screamed, came third time, legs shaking.
"Elias… stop… please…"
Her red ass, her dripping pussy, her begging—it's addiction. I'm hooked.
I pulled her down to the stairs, ass up, face on the step. I gripped her hair like reins, yanked her head back. I pounded her from behind, deep, brutal, cock stretching her. Her breasts bounced against the wood, nipples scraping. She came fourth time, sobbing, voice breaking.
"Elias… I'm breaking…"
Her tears, her tightness, her surrender—it's life. I'm alive because of her.
I sat on the floor, pulled her onto my lap, facing away. I impaled her on my cock, hands on her hips, slamming her down. Her breasts bounced wildly, I slapped them—red handprints. She came fifth time, convulsing, pussy milking me.
"Elias… no more…"
Her bouncing tits, her wetness, her helplessness—it's madness. I'm lost.
I flipped her onto her back, spread her wide. I pinned her ankles by her ears, folded her in half. I pounded downward, cock bruising her cervix. I choked her with one hand, bit her shoulder until she screamed. She came sixth time, squirting, voice gone.
"Elias… I can't…"
Her squirting, her marks, her numbness—it's possession. She's mine.
I lifted her, impaled her on my cock, slammed her against the wall. I fucked her standing, legs around me, deep, relentless. Her breasts bounced against my chest, I sucked her neck, bit her collarbone. She came seventh time, limp, eyes rolling back.
"Elias… please…"
Her limp body, her wetness, her total surrender—it's everything. I can't stop because she's my fucking universe.
"Hey! Let the girl breathe!"
Lila and I startled, turning.
Jennie leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes wide.
I didn't stop—thrusting deeper.
"Can you wait in your room? We'll be finished in a while." I said.
Jennie smirked. "No, I'm great here. Enjoying the show."
I changed position—bent Lila over the banister again, slammed into her from behind.
Jennie's jaw dropped. "Dude! What was that?! That's HUGE! Lila, mind sharing that huge, fat cock with me?"
Lila moaned, voice broken:
"Not… Ahh… At… Ahh… All… Ahh… You… ahh… can… have… it…Ahh...."
I covered her mouth, growled:
"This one is only for you. Take it!"
I increased thrusting—faster, deeper.
Her pussy clenches like a vice, her moans vibrate against my hand, her body shakes like it's breaking apart. She's mine—every scream, every drop of sweat, every fucking inch of her. Jennie's watching, but she's nothing. Lila's my drug, my obsession, my goddamn reason for existing. I can't stop. I won't.
Lila's moaning grew louder, muffled against my hand, body shaking.