YEARN FOR YOU

TWO HOURS

Jane stood by her window for the fourth time that night.

Freddy’s car had been parked outside for almost an hour. The lights in his apartment were on, but he hadn’t stepped out once. She could see his silhouette moving behind the curtains, phone in hand, that small private smile on his face.

A smile that used to be hers.

Something had changed, and she could feel it in her bones. He no longer texted first. He no longer called her over at midnight with that low voice that used to make her body react before she even left her apartment. The last time she had been inside his place, he had taken her, but it felt empty — like he was just releasing stress and nothing more.

Jane picked up her phone, heart heavy.

**Jane:**

*You’re home.*

The reply took almost fifteen minutes.

**Freddy:**

*Yeah.*

Just one word.

She stared at it, throat tightening, then typed again even though she already hated how desperate she sounded.

**Jane:**

*I can come over… like the other night.*

This time the reply came faster.

**Freddy:**

*No.*

*I was only hungry that day. Don’t expect it again from me.*

The words landed like a slap.

Jane sat down slowly on the edge of her couch, phone still in her hand. Heat rushed to her face — a painful mix of humiliation and rising anger. He didn’t even try to be gentle about it. No soft excuse. No “maybe later.” Just a cold, final rejection.

She didn’t know what had taken him away from her.

She only knew that something — or someone — had.

And the not knowing was slowly driving her insane.

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Thousands of miles away, Ken stood completely naked in the bathroom of a private hotel suite.

The surgery had been successful. The doctors had confirmed everything looked perfect. He had been discharged that morning. Now, under the bright lights, he stared down at himself.

His c**k hung heavy and thick, larger than before. The veins stood out clearly. The head was darker and fuller. He wrapped his hand around it slowly, feeling the new weight and heat. A low breath left him.

It was time to test it.

He had already paid for the woman waiting in the bedroom — young, expensive, and instructed to take whatever he gave her.

Ken walked out naked.

The woman looked up from the bed. The moment her eyes dropped between his legs, they widened. She tried to hide her nervousness, but he saw it.

He didn’t speak.

He climbed onto the bed, spread her thighs, and pressed the thick head of his c**k against her entrance. She was already wet. He pushed in slowly at first, watching her face as her body struggled to take him. Her back arched hard and a sharp cry escaped her throat.

“f**k… it’s too big—”

Ken kept going until he was fully inside her. The tight heat made his jaw clench. He held still for a moment, then began to move with deep, controlled strokes. Each thrust forced a broken sound from her.

After a while, he pulled out and turned her onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind in one smooth push, going even deeper. The new angle made her cry out louder. He reached around and rubbed her c**t while he f****d her, making her legs shake.

When she started pushing back against him, he stopped and made her sit on his face. He licked and sucked her until she was trembling and begging, then forced her down onto his c**k again. She had to take him while facing him this time, her hands on his chest, eyes watery as she sank down inch by inch.

Ken held her hips and guided her, making her ride him slowly at first, then harder. Every time she rose, he pulled her back down until she was sobbing from the stretch and pleasure mixed together.

Later, he put her on her back again, lifted both of her legs over his shoulders, and folded her body beneath him. The position left her completely open. He f****d her deep and steady, watching every expression on her face. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Her mouth stayed open in continuous, helpless sounds.

He didn’t rush.

He changed the rhythm — sometimes slow and grinding, sometimes hard and deep — until the woman was a shaking mess beneath him. Her voice was hoarse. Her nails had left marks on his arms. Her p***y was swollen and dripping.

When he finally came, it was after a full two hours. He buried himself to the hilt and released inside her with a deep, satisfied groan. The woman’s body convulsed hard around him, legs shaking violently as another orgasm tore through her.

Ken stayed inside her until he was empty.

Then he pulled out slowly and watched his c*m leak from her used p***y. The woman collapsed onto the bed, trembling, unable to speak.

Ken sat back against the headboard, breathing steadily, and looked down at his still-hard c**k. A small, dark smile formed on his lips.

It worked.

Everything worked.

He was better than before.

And soon, he would use it on the woman he had been waiting for.