Jennie's laughter ricocheted off the walls—sharp, mocking, unhinged.
I stood naked, blood dripping from my shredded knuckles, cock limp, chest heaving. Rage pounded in my ears like war drums.
"What's so funny, Jennie?" My voice cracked—low, lethal.
She pointed at my dick, tears streaming, laughing harder. "Look at it! Dead!"
Door creaked. Lila entered—white silk robe, hair tousled, eyes wide. She froze, confusion flashing across her bruised face.
"Where were you?" I growled.
"I wanted to make breakfast today," she whispered. "What happened, Elias?"
I snarled, pointing at Jennie. "She broke in. Licked my cock while I slept."
Lila gasped, hand to mouth. "Jennie, you shouldn't have done that. You know he doesn't like it."
Jennie stopped laughing, wiped her eyes, voice dripping venom. "Lila, darling—sorry for your loss. Looks like Elias's manhood lost all power. His balls went dry. I saw him naked—thought I'd fuck him while he slept. But no matter how I licked, sucked, stroked—nothing. I'm standing here naked, tongue on his dick—still soft. See! His dick's gone silent forever."
She cackled again, manic.
Lila sighed, calm. "No, Jennie. You're wrong. You don't know Elias yet."
Jennie snorted. "What do you mean?"
Lila walked to me—slow, deliberate. One foot away. She tugged her robe down—cleavage spilling, nipples hard under thin silk.
In a blink—
My cock surged—rockhard, veins bulging, throbbing.
Jennie jumped, eyes wide.
Lila smiled, soft. "See what I meant?"
Jennie's face twisted—shock, jealousy, rage. She stormed out, door slamming.
The room was silent now—just our breathing, heavy, charged. Blood dripped from my knuckles onto the floor, slow, rhythmic.
I grabbed Lila, pulled her close, hands trembling. "Someone knows me very well."
She smiled, shy, eyes sparkling. "You didn't give me any other choice."
I caressed her face, thumb tracing her lip, smearing a drop of blood. "I'll never give you any other choice."
I leaned in, whispered against her ear, hot breath making her shiver: "Since you know everything…You know what happens next?"
She sighed, resigned, body softening. "Yes."
I Pinned her to the wall, robe ripped. Thrust deep, savage, cock stretching. Bit her neck, sucked bruises. I Folded her in half, pounded downward. Breasts bounced, slapped red. I Yanked her to all fours, hair like reins. Lifted, fucked standing, legs around. Face down, ass up, pounded relentless. She came six times, squirting, voice gone.
2:17 P.M.
The house was too quiet. Sunlight poured through the windows, dust motes dancing. Jennie stormed down the hall, trolley wheels screeching, eyes red, face twisted. She yanked open the front door, bag slung over her shoulder.
Lila ran after her, barefoot, voice breaking: "Jennie, wait! Please stay!"
Jennie spun, snapped: "I'm done. Done being rejected. Done watching you get everything."
Door slammed.
Silence.
Lila stood in the hall, shoulders slumped, tears falling. Guilt radiated from her like heat. I did this. My obsession. My rejection. She blames herself. But it's my fault. All of it.
I fought the urge all day. Every brush of her hand, every glance, every soft sigh—cock hard, throbbing. I bit my tongue, clenched my fists, focused on cooking, cleaning, anything.
Let her breathe. Let her heal.
8:42 P.M.
Candles flickered on the glass table, steak sizzled, rosemary and garlic filling the air. Wine glasses clinked, red liquid swirling.
Lila sat across from me, hair down, white dress clinging to her curves. She smiled—soft, tired, beautiful.
I hesitated, voice soft, nervous. "Um, Lila?"
She turned, eyes warm. "Yes, Elias?"
"Would you like to watch the moon together?"
She beamed, voice light. "Sure. I would love to."
My heart cracked open. Just us. Just the moon. Just her.