Engaged To One, Claimed By The Other

Ruined

He made me c*m three times before he even pushed inside me. When he finally did, I understood why some sins feel like salvation.

Kade hovered over me, condom already on. His c**k rested heavy against my inner thigh, still slick from my earlier orgasms. Veins stood out. The head was dark and glossy.

I was wrecked already.

My p***y throbbed, swollen and sensitive. My lips were puffy and parted. My c**t peeked out like it was begging for more. Wetness coated my thighs and the sheets. My breasts heaved with each breath. My n*****s were still tight and reddened from his mouth, dark peaks shining faintly in the city light.

He braced one forearm beside my head and guided himself to my entrance.

“Look at me,” he said again.

Our eyes locked.

He pressed forward.

The broad head parted me slowly. I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders. He paused, letting me feel the thick stretch. Then he sank deeper, inch by thick inch.

My walls gripped him greedily. When his hips finally met mine and he was buried to the hilt, we both let out broken sounds.

“f**k,” he hissed. “So tight. So f*****g wet for me.”

I couldn’t speak. Only whimper.

He started moving, slow at first, long drags out, then deep rolling thrusts back in. Each stroke dragged along that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

I wrapped my legs higher around his waist and pulled him deeper.

He gave it to me harder. Faster.

The bed rocked. Skin slapped wetly. His heavy balls smacked my ass with every drive. Sweat slicked our bodies. His chest slid against my breasts, n*****s dragging and sending sparks to my c**t.

“You feel that?” he growled against my ear. “Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes… God… yes, Papi…”

He angled up and ground the base of his c**k against my c**t on every thrust.

I shattered again.

Fourth time.

My p***y clamped down hard. Wetness gushed around him, soaking his balls and dripping to the sheets.

He didn’t slow. He kept thrusting through it, long punishing strokes.

“Again,” he ordered. “Come on my c**k again.”

I was already climbing.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider. The angle changed. He went deeper, hitting places I didn’t know existed.

His free hand slid between us. His thumb found my c**t, swollen and slippery, and circled it firmly.

I screamed. My back arched off the bed as the fifth orgasm ripped through me.

White-hot. Blinding.

My whole body locked. My thighs trembled. My p***y pulsed violently around his thickness.

Kade’s rhythm stuttered.

“f**k… gonna come… where do you want it?”

“Inside… please… fill me…”

He slammed deep one last time, buried to the root, and came with a raw broken sound.

I felt every pulse. Thick heat flooded the condom in heavy spurts. His c**k jerked inside me.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling, foreheads pressed.

For long minutes neither of us moved.

When he finally softened and slipped free, I felt the loss like a physical ache.

He disposed of the condom, came back with a warm cloth, and cleaned me gently between my thighs. Then he pulled me against his chest.

Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.

I lay there listening to his breathing even out. My own body was still humming, alive in a way it hadn’t been in years.

No shrinking. No fitting into someone else’s shape.

Just me, raw, open, wanted.

For the first time in forever, I felt seen.

Morning light shined through the blinds.

I woke alone.

The sheets on his side were cool.

Guilt crashed in.

I sat up fast. My head spun. I grabbed my dress from the floor and yanked it on with shaking hands. My panties were somewhere. I didn’t care.

On the nightstand sat a silver frame.

A family photo.

Parents smiling. Two boys.

One was unmistakably Kade, younger, grinning wide, same dark eyes.

I didn’t look at the other face.

I didn’t want to know.

I slipped out barefoot, heels in hand.

The door closed behind me with a soft final click.

And that’s how I ended up here, three weeks later.

I sat at the dinner table with Elliot’s arm around my shoulders. Kade sat across from me. Every time our eyes met, heat rushed through me.

His knee brushed mine under the table again. I tried to move away. He followed.

My thighs clench.

Heat floods low again.

Elliot leans down, whispers, “You okay, babe? You’re quiet.”

I force a smile. “Just… taking it all in.”

Kade’s gaze burns

Across the table, he lifts his glass in a silent toast.

To me.

Only me.

Then he leans forward, elbows on the linen, voice so low it’s just for my ears.

“We’re not done, Mea.”

“You can’t run from this, Mea.”

His foot slides along my calf, slow drag up the inside.

“Not when we both know you’re already wet again.”

My breath hitches.

He’s right.

I am wet

And the worst part?

I don’t want us to be.