He really thought he got one over on me. Cheated. Lied. Snuck around with Tarah, thinking I’d never find out.

But I did. And instead of crying, I grinned.

Because I already knew how this was gonna end—with me taking what he thought was his and making her crave me instead.

So I hit her up. Smooth. Confident.

“We should chill sometime. Just us.”

She didn’t hesitate.

We went out with a few girls, but the second she sat in my lap at the bar, I knew. She felt it. My clit was rock hard under my jeans, thick and swollen, and she didn’t move off me. She pushed down into it—slowly. Her eyes gave it away.

She wanted it.

Later, at her place, we didn’t even make it to the bed before our mouths were on each other. I stripped her naked, shoved her back onto the couch, and stood over her, stroking my thick little cock while she looked up at me with those big, needy eyes.

“You want it?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy…” she whispered.

Then she said it—“Record me… I want you to film me sucking your dick.”

I blinked once. Then hit record.

She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around me like she was starved. Tongue sliding underneath, lips sealed tight, moaning while she took it deeper. She looked up at me while she did it, like she knew she was submitting—and loved every second of it.

“That’s it,” I said, one hand on her head, the other holding the phone steady. “Suck Daddy’s cock nice and slow.”

She obeyed. Sloppy, wet, full of worship. When I pulled her up, her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded.

But I wasn’t done.

I laid her back and spread those thick thighs wide. Her pussy was soaked—dripping. I slid my tongue over it slow and deep, teasing the edges, then dove in like I had all the time in the world. I didn’t let up. I flicked her clit, sucked it, tongue-fucked her deeper than she knew was possible.

She grabbed the back of my head, screaming my name.

“No one’s ever licked me like this…”

“Oh my god, Daddy, don’t stop—please—don’t stop…”

I didn’t.

I made her cum so hard her thighs shook around my face.

Then I stood up, wiped my mouth, and smirked.

“You gonna tell him what we did?”

She bit her lip.

“No… but you should.”

So I did.

I texted my ex:

“Guess who sucked my dick last night and begged me to film it?”

No response. But I know he saw it.

And I know he’ll never forget it.

Because I don’t get mad.

I get even.

And I fuck better.