Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

HOMECOMING

CHAPTER TWENTY: HOMECOMING

Isabelle’s hands were still trembling when she finally turned the key in her apartment door. It was almost midnight.

Her thighs were sticky, her p***y swollen and tender, and with every step she took, another thick trickle of Mr. Vincent Kane’s c*m leaked out of her and ran down her inner thigh. This has been their routine for the past three weeks. Her boss would f**k her and she'd come home to her boyfriend with his c*m dripping out of her.

Ethan was still awake, lounging on the couch in sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up with a tired but warm smile.

“Hey babe. Late night again?”

Isabelle forced a smile, pressing her thighs together as she closed the door. “Yeah… Mr. Kane had a big strategy meeting. It ran really long.”

She could feel Vincent’s c*m shifting inside her as she walked toward the living room. A fresh trickle escaped, soaking into her already ruined panties. The thought of standing in front of her boyfriend with her boss’s load still deep in her p***y made her c**t throb with shameful arousal.

Ethan stood up and pulled her into a hug, kissing her softly. “You smell like perfume and… something else,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. His hands slid down to squeeze her ass. “You okay? You feel really warm.”

“I’m fine,” she lied, voice slightly breathy. “Just tired. Maybe we should take a shower together? I feel gross after such a long day.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up. “Babe, I love you anyway. But yes, if join you in the shower.”

He led her to the bathroom, already stripping off his shirt. Isabelle’s heart raced as she watched him undress. Guilt twisted sharply in her stomach, but so did a dark, addictive thrill. She was about to let her boyfriend f**k her while she was still full of another man’s c*m again.

The moment they stepped under the hot spray, Ethan pulled her close, kissing her deeply. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, sliding down to cup her ass.

“You’re so wet already,” he groaned, fingers slipping between her legs.

“f**k, baby… did you miss me that much?” he asked, clearly aroused by how soaked she was.

Isabelle moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her. The wet, squelching sound was loud and obscene under the running water. Ethan unknowingly pushed Vincent’s c*m deeper into her p***y.

“You’re so f*****g slippery tonight,” he whispered, pumping his fingers faster. “I’ve never felt you this wet.”

Isabelle whimpered, gripping his shoulders. The guilt was overwhelming, but it only made her p***y clench harder around his fingers.

“f**k me,” she begged, voice breaking. “Please, Ethan. I need you inside me.”

Ethan didn’t need to be told twice. He lifted her leg, pressed her back against the tiled wall, and lined up his hard c**k. He thrust into her in one smooth stroke, burying himself deep in her c*m-filled p***y.

“Oh my god…” Isabelle moaned loudly. The sensation of her boyfriend’s c**k sliding through another man’s load was filthy and intoxicating.

Ethan groaned in pleasure. “f**k, you feel incredible. So warm and wet… it’s like your p***y is extra greedy.”

He started f*****g her hard against the shower wall, hips snapping forward, driving his c**k deep with every thrust. The wet sounds were even louder now..

Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper. Every thrust pushed Vincent’s c*m even further inside her, making her feel impossibly full.

“You’re so deep,” she gasped, nails digging into his back. “f**k me harder, baby.”

Ethan pounded into her, water cascading over their joined bodies. He reached between them and rubbed her swollen c**t while he f****d her senseless.

Isabelle came hard within minutes, screaming as her p***y spasmed violently around his c**k. Her orgasm mixed with Vincent’s load, pushing more of it out to run down Ethan’s balls.

“s**t, I can feel you squeezing me,” Ethan groaned, f*****g her through her climax. “I’m gonna c*m, babe—”

He buried himself deep and exploded, pumping his own thick load into her already-filled p***y. Isabelle moaned brokenly as she felt both men’s c*m mixing inside her.

They stayed like that under the hot water for a long moment, Ethan still buried inside her, kissing her neck softly.

“You were amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Isabelle smiled weakly against his shoulder, her mind reeling.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

But as Ethan gently pulled out and more c*m dripped out of her. A mixture of both men dripped down her thighs, Isabelle realized the terrifying truth.

She was already addicted.

And tomorrow, she would go back to Mr. Kane’s office without hesitation.