*Creak. Creak.*

The bed rocked steadily under us, springs complaining every time our bodies met. The soft white lights in the room stayed dim, casting long shadows across the white sheets that were already twisted and damp. Our clothes lay scattered on the floor—her blue dress in a crumpled pile near the door, my shirt and pants thrown somewhere near the foot of the bed. No music from downstairs made it through the thick walls anymore. Just our breathing, our moans, and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Lara was on all fours in front of me, back arched deep, ass high. Her dark hair hung loose, sticking to her sweaty shoulders. Every thrust pushed her forward a little, then she pushed right back, meeting me halfway.

"Ahh... ahhm... ahh..." Her moans came out in short, broken bursts. Her body rocked with each hit—breasts swinging heavy underneath her, nipples brushing the sheets.

I gripped her hips tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. My other hand stayed on one round cheek, holding her open while I drove my dick in deep.

"Arghhh... so tight and good," I groaned, voice rough. Her pussy squeezed my cock every time I bottomed out—hot, wet, slippery from how turned on she was.

"Yeah... more..." Lara panted. She turned her head to the side, flipping her hair over one shoulder so she could look back at me. Her face was flushed dark pink, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure.

I sped up—long, hard strokes that made the headboard tap the wall in rhythm. The wet sounds grew louder—slick, filthy, mixing with her gasps.

"Arghh fuck! Your pussy has to be the best one out there..." I said, catching my rhythm. I lifted my hand and brought it down sharp on her ass.

*Slap.*

The flesh jiggled, turning pink under my palm.

"Ahhhuhhehe..." She giggled through a moan, body jerking forward from the sting, then pushing back harder for more.

"You like this, don’t you?" I asked, spanking her again—harder this time.

*Slap. Slap.*

"Being treated like a bitch, huh?" I asked spanking her ass as I fucked her.

"Ahh yeahh! I’m loving it... fuck!!" she yelled, gritting her teeth in pleasure. Her hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white. She shoved her hips back to meet every thrust, ass bouncing against my hips.

I grabbed both cheeks now, spreading them wider so I could watch myself slide in and out—thick, shiny with her wetness. Every pull-back left her pussy gaping for a second before I slammed back in.

"Tell me how much better I am," I said, leaning over her back so my chest pressed against her spine. My mouth found her ear. "Tell me I fuck you better than he ever could."

"You do... ahh... so much better..." she gasped, voice shaking. "He never... never goes this deep... never spanks me... never makes me feel like this..."

I rewarded her with another hard thrust—deep enough that she cried out, body jolting forward.

The bed rocked harder now, springs creaking loud under every fast thrust. Sweat slicked both our bodies—Lara’s back shiny, my chest pressed tight against her when I leaned over. The dim white light caught the drops running down her spine, making her skin glow. Her dark hair stuck to her neck and shoulders, messy from all the pulling and grabbing.

I wrapped one hand in her long hair, twisting it around my fist, then yanked her head back gently but firm so her throat arched and her eyes looked up at the ceiling.

"Your husband can’t even come close to this, right?" I asked, voice low and rough. I drove my hips forward hard—deep, sharp—burying myself to the base inside her. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Arghhmm... not even close..." Lara groaned, the words coming out broken and shaky. Her head stayed tilted back from my grip, lips parted, breathing fast through her mouth.

"Such a bitch you are," I said through gritted teeth, the wild heat taking over completely. Seeing her like this—ass up, pushing back for more, moaning like she couldn’t get enough—lit something raw in me. "Let me fuck you more then."

"Yess! Fuck me like you own me... aheheh..." She giggled, the sound half-laugh, half-moan, needy and dirty.

*SPANK.*

My palm cracked down hard on her right cheek. The flesh jiggled, turning bright pink almost instantly.

"Ahhh fuck! Yes... yes..." she moaned, losing herself completely. Her pussy squeezed tight around me in response, dripping wetter, sucking me in deeper.

*Slap. Slap.*

I spanked her again—once on each side—then gripped both cheeks and started pounding faster. My thighs slammed against her ass over and over, the wet *slap-slap-slap* filling the room louder than anything else. No more muffled DJ beats from downstairs. Just us—skin on skin, heavy breathing, her moans climbing higher.

"Ahhh... I’m close..." I growled, letting go of her hair. Both hands grabbed her hips again, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. My dick twitched inside her—thick pulses—her walls fluttering and gripping like she was trying to milk me dry.

"Yeahh... me too... Ezra!" she cried, shoving her ass back to meet every thrust. Her whole body shook—thighs trembling, back arching sharper, pussy pulsing hard around me.

"Let’s do it together, babe..." I said, leaning all the way over her. My chest flattened against her sweaty back, one hand sliding up to lace fingers with hers on the sheet. My other hand wrapped around the front of her throat—not tight, just enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm. I kissed and sucked the side of her neck while I kept slamming into her.

"Ahhh... yeahh... let’s do it..." she gasped, turning her head as far as she could. Our lips crashed together—messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding while I fucked her faster, harder, chasing that edge.

I tightened my grip on her neck just a little—feeling her moan vibrate against my fingers—and drove in deep one last time.

Her pussy clamped down hard—spasming, pulsing, flooding around me as she came with a loud, broken cry.