Grace's pulse raced as she walked through the softly-lit lobby of the elegant hotel, heels clicking gently against polished marble floors. She wore a dress specifically chosen for tonight--shorter than usual, revealing enough to immediately capture Marcus’s attention. Beneath, she wore sheer stockings and delicate garters that accentuated her sensuality and was borderline high-class escort territory.

Marcus greeted her warmly, eyes darkening with open desire as he admired her petite frame and daring outfit. “Damn Grace, every time we meet you get sexier and sexier!” he breathed, gently guiding her toward the quiet hotel bar.

Their conversation quickly moved beyond polite catch-up, laughter interspersed with flirtatious comments and gentle, lingering touches. Marcus's hand brushed her thigh once, then lingered longer the next time, and Grace found herself leaning closer, giggling more freely. At one point, Marcus grinned and said, "You remember what you did to me that night at the bar? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

The words hit her like a current. Her breath caught, her thighs pressed subtly together beneath the table. Just the memory of having him in her mouth--the taste, the weight of him, the way he came undone--sent a warm rush through her body. She smiled, coy but undeniably aroused, and her voice softened to a near whisper. "Yeah… I remember."

Marcus leaned in closer, voice soft and enticing. “Why don’t we continue this conversation upstairs?”

Grace hesitated briefly, pulse racing with adrenaline and alcohol-fueled courage. She nodded softly, and they quickly made their way toward the elevator, barely able to keep their hands to themselves. Once inside, the doors had scarcely closed before Marcus pulled her into his arms, passionately kissing her. Their hands eagerly explored each other's bodies, and Grace gasped softly when Marcus’s lips moved hungrily down her neck. As the elevator reached her floor, they pulled apart slightly, flushed and breathing heavily, adjusting their clothes with amused embarrassment.

The elevator doors opened, revealing an older couple waiting patiently. The woman raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Looks like someone was having a good time," she commented dryly.

Marcus and Grace exchanged an amused glance, laughter bubbling from them as they hurried down the hallway toward Grace's room, excitement and anticipation driving them forward.

Once behind closed doors, their initial caution dissolved instantly into passionate urgency. Grace felt her pulse quicken as Marcus’s lips captured hers with fierce intensity, their tongues exploring and dancing in a passionate, heated rhythm. The urgency of their kisses left her breathless, her body igniting with need and anticipation. Marcus's hands moved deliberately, slowly unzipping and sliding off her dress, revealing the seductive lingerie beneath. He paused, eyes darkening further as they roamed appreciatively over her petite figure, accentuated perfectly by sheer stockings, garters, and delicate lace.

"Damn Grace, you are so fuckin hot," Marcus murmured, voice husky with desire as his fingers gently traced the curves of her hips.

Grace felt her cheeks flush, heart pounding as Marcus confidently shed his own clothes, revealing a strong, muscular physique that made her breath catch. Her eyes lingered appreciatively, drinking in the power and intensity radiating from him. As her gaze settled on Marcus's thick, heavy cock, a shiver of excitement raced through her. She couldn't help but recall the porn Matt watched--the striking images of petite Asian wives passionately surrendering to their powerful Black lovers. A thrill surged through her as she realized she was about to become exactly like those women, fulfilling Matt's forbidden fantasies and, increasingly, her own.

Marcus guided Grace gently backward onto the plush hotel bed, her breath quickening with anticipation as she settled against the soft bedding. Slowly, sensually, he began to kiss his way up from just above her high heels, lingering along the delicate fabric of her stockings, his lips leaving trails of heat on her skin. Grace shivered with excitement as Marcus's warm breath caressed her thighs, his kisses becoming more deliberate and hungry.

When he finally reached her center, Grace gasped, her thighs parting wider on instinct as Marcus's tongue made first contact. His mouth was hot, his lips firm, and his tongue moved with deliberate, devastating precision. He licked and lapped at her slowly at first, tasting her like he’d been starving for her. Every flick and swirl sent sparks through her core, and soon her hands fisted the sheets beneath her, her hips rocking in small, desperate motions.

She moaned, louder this time, her breath catching as Marcus began to suck gently on her clit, tongue rolling against it in languid, rhythmic circles that sent her nerves alight. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he found her sweet spot and focused there—relentless, purposeful. Her legs shook, her stomach clenched, and heat built fast, climbing into her chest and face like wildfire.

Grace could barely think, the pleasure was overwhelming, electric. Her toes curled, her voice broke into a cry, and her entire body arched off the bed as Marcus sent her spiraling into a powerful climax. Her orgasm tore through her, more intense than anything she'd ever felt with Matt—raw, unfiltered, breathtaking. She whimpered his name as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, leaving her trembling, soaked, and utterly unraveled.

As Grace was still trembling from the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, Marcus slowly moved upward, trailing kisses and gentle bites along her sensitive skin. Grace shivered as she felt his lips on her stomach, then her breasts, and finally, capturing her mouth once more. Their tongues danced again passionately, the intensity of his kisses fueling the fiery need within her.

Marcus positioned himself above her, his dark, muscular frame casting a powerful shadow over Grace's petite, pale body. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and her pulse raced with anticipation. He paused briefly, looking down at her with deep desire and softly murmured, "Mmm fuck Grace, you ready for this?"

Grace stared up at him, eyes smoldering with need. "Oh fuck yeah, Marcus," she whispered breathlessly, pulling him closer. "Fuck me now."

Marcus smiled slowly, guiding his thick cock to her slick entrance, teasing her by sliding the swollen head up and down, coating himself in their mingled juices. He paused and looked down at her, voice low and tentative. "I didn’t bring any condoms."

Grace’s breath caught, a flicker of hesitation passing through her. The rational part of her bristled, but then her mind filled with flashes of Matt’s porn--the images of small, delicate Asian wives stretched and bred by dominant Black lovers, bare and raw. That dangerous thrill, the taboo of it all, surged hot and bright within her.

She stared up at Marcus, heart hammering in her chest, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s okay."

A flicker of surprise danced in Marcus's eyes, quickly replaced by something darker--hotter. He subtly slid the unused condom he had been palming back into his jacket pocket. He had brought it just in case, but hoped this would happen.

"You sure?" he asked, voice rough.

Grace nodded, her voice shaky but certain. "Yes, just fuck me now."

Marcus groaned deeply, the raw intensity of her permission igniting something primal within him. He pushed forward slowly, carefully entering her tight warmth. As Marcus continued to sink into her, Grace’s breath caught--not just from the stretch, but from what it symbolized. This wasn’t just sex. This was surrender. This was becoming the fantasy Matt watched night after night. And now it was real--hot, alive, and inside her.

"God, Grace, you feel so fucking good," Marcus breathed, his voice thick with awe and lust as he paused to let her adjust.

Grace moaned softly, wrapping her arms around him as her body gradually relaxed, reshaping itself around Marcus’s superior cock. Her breath came in rapid pants as she whispered urgently into his ear, "Don't stop, Marcus. Mmm, fuck me."

Marcus’s rhythm intensified, hips driving forward with deep, urgent strokes that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through Grace’s body. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, the tension building inside her like a tidal wave ready to crash.

"Harder, Marcus… faster," she gasped, her voice breaking with need.

He growled low in his throat, gripping her hips firmly as he pounded into her, his thick length stretching her to the edge of ecstasy. The wet slap of their bodies echoed through the room, each thrust pushing her higher.

Grace’s entire body arched as her orgasm tore through her, an electric pulse that left her breathless and moaning. Sensing her climax, Marcus slowed his strokes just enough to match the pulsing contractions of her inner muscles, dragging out her orgasm and prolonging every flicker of pleasure.

Her cries turned into soft, helpless whimpers, her thighs quivering around him as he kept her suspended in the glow of climax, his control and attentiveness pushing her into waves of aftershocks that left her trembling beneath him.

Just as Grace started coming down from her orgasm, she felt Marcus begin to pick up his pace again, his movements becoming deeper, harder, and filled with urgency. Grace’s breath quickened as another wave of pleasure began to rapidly build inside her. Feeling Marcus tense and hearing his ragged breathing, she knew he was close. "Grace, I’m about to cum," Marcus warned, voice strained with effort as he began to pull back, preparing to withdraw from her.

In a sudden, passionate surge of desire, Grace instinctively reached out, grasping Marcus's firm ass tightly, pulling him deeper into her. She locked her legs around his waist, holding him securely within her. "Please don't stop, Marcus," she begged desperately, her voice thick with passion. "I'm going to cum again."

Marcus hesitated for a brief second, groaning deeply as he struggled to hold back. "Grace, I can't... I’m about to cum, baby," he warned again, his voice raw with lust and warning.

Teetering on the brink of her climax, Grace looked up into his eyes, overwhelmed by her need. "It's ok Marcus... cum inside me," she whispered breathlessly, her tone urgent and filled with reckless abandon. "Fill me… Fill me up!"

Her words shattered any remaining restraint Marcus had. With a loud, primal shout, he thrust powerfully, burying himself deeply within her. Grace gasped sharply as she felt the first powerful pulse of Marcus's hot release erupting inside her. Her body immediately responded, inner muscles clenching around him, gripping and milking his cock, drawing out every intense wave of pleasure he had to offer. Colors blurred. Sound faded. There was nothing but the fire building between them and the flood of warmth deep inside her, marking her. Together they shuddered through the powerful climax, fully surrendering to the intoxicating rush of their forbidden union.

Grace gasped sharply, her heart pounding wildly as she trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the intense sensations radiating through her body. The intimate pulses of Marcus still throbbing gently inside her heightened her awareness, each subtle twitch sending fresh shivers of pleasure through her already sensitive core. She felt an exhilarating mix of fear, excitement, and profound satisfaction.

Marcus rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling heavily as they struggled to regain their composure. Grace felt Marcus's chest rise and fall rapidly against her own, their hearts beating almost in sync. The warmth of his body pressed firmly against hers offered a sense of security despite the risk they'd just taken.

She’d told herself it was just fantasy. That it would end at the door. But now, feeling Marcus’s release still hot and pooling deep inside her, she wasn’t so sure. Part of her wanted to cry. Part of her wanted to do it again. Her mind raced, replaying the passionate moments they'd just shared, and the reality of their risky intimacy struck her fully--there was no turning back now.

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Grace lay quietly on the plush hotel bed, body still humming with satisfaction from her passionate encounter with Marcus. She could hear the sound of the shower running from the bathroom, Marcus cleaning up, unaware of the text she was now eagerly typing to Matt.

Before hitting "send", her fingers hovered above the screen for a moment. She could feel Marcus’s cum still dripping from her, a reminder of what she'd done… Of what Matt still believed was just pretend. But instead of guilt, she felt something else--power. Control. Desire.

"Matt, tonight has been...incredible," she teased playfully.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly as Matt called, clearly aroused and eager. "Grace," his voice was thick with excitement, "tell me everything."

Grace smiled mischievously, her voice was breathy, her legs still parted beneath the sheets, thighs sticky with Marcus’s release, vividly recounting every detail. "Marcus took me up to the room...he couldn't keep his hands off me. We barely made it out of the elevator."

Matt groaned softly, clearly turned on. "God, Grace. Did you really do it? Did he fuck you like we imagined?"

Grace felt excitement surge within her, savoring the thrill of revealing the truth hidden within their fantasy. "He fucked me bare, Matt," she whispered seductively. "He filled me so deep, Matt… deeper than I knew I could take. Deeper than you’ve ever been."

Matt’s breath hitched and deepened, the sound of wet stroking unmistakable now. Grace smiled, voice lowering further. "I didn't let him pull out, Matt. I held him inside me as he came, felt every drop of him flooding me."

Matt gasped sharply, clearly reaching his climax, overwhelmed by the explicit imagery. Grace smiled wickedly, knowing she'd given him exactly what he'd desired. But she wasn't finished yet.

"And I’m not done yet," she whispered, eyes flicking toward the bathroom door, her voice dripping with sensual promise. "I need more of him, Matt. I'm going to ask Marcus to stay with me all night. I want him to fill me again and again until he gets me pregnant with his baby, just like the women in the porn you watch. Would you like that?"

Matt moaned helplessly, climaxing again quickly at the thought of Grace carrying Marcus’s child. "Yes, Grace. Please, do it," he begged breathlessly.

Ending the call, Grace stood naked, legs trembling slightly from the evening’s intensity, and walked toward the sound of the shower. She wasn’t sure anymore who this night truly belonged to--Matt’s fantasy, Marcus’s desire, or her own hunger finally unleashed.

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Grace stepped into the steamy bathroom, heart racing and breath shallow with anticipation. Marcus looked up from beneath the cascade of water, eyes darkening appreciatively as they roamed her naked body.

"Couldn't stay away?" Marcus teased, his voice deep and playful.

Grace smiled seductively, stepping into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her skin. "Not after what you just gave me," she murmured, pressing her body against his, enjoying the stark contrast between their skin tones as her hands traced his muscular chest.

Their lips met hungrily, tongues tangling passionately as Marcus pulled Grace tightly against his powerful frame. His hands eagerly explored her slick curves, gripping her waist as he pressed her against the tiled wall.

"You know what's really driving me crazy?" Marcus whispered, lips brushing her ear.

Grace looked up at him, eyes smoldering with curiosity. "What's that?"

Marcus's voice lowered, thick with desire. "Knowing that your husband is at home, while you're here fucking me. Also the fact that you begged me to bust inside of you, knowing what could happen with that--it’s fucking hot."

Grace shivered, her pulse quickening with excitement. She reached down, grasping Marcus’s hardening cock, stroking him slowly beneath the warm spray, her fingers gliding over his thick, veined shaft.

"And you know what really drives me wild, Marcus?" Grace purred, her voice husky with wicked delight. She slowly traced a teasing finger up the center of his chest, savoring the tension in his muscles, until her hand rested gently on his shoulder. She leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against his before whispering, "That Matt has no clue I'm really here, letting you fuck me like this."

She kissed him again, deeper this time, her lips melting into his as her body pressed tighter against him. "And the thought..." she murmured as she broke the kiss, her lips ghosting over his cheek, "of maybe getting pregnant--and poor Matt being so happy, thinking it's his..."

She met Marcus’s eyes, her own burning with feral, wanton heat. "Only to see the truth the moment he lays eyes on our baby--that it's yours." Her hand drifted lower, wrapping around his thick shaft again with slow, deliberate strokes. "That makes me so fucking wet, Marcus."

Marcus groaned, his breath hitching as Grace worked her soapy hands along his shaft, rolling the lather over his swollen head, teasing the sensitive ridge with expert strokes. He braced himself against the shower wall, his muscles tensing under her touch.

"Mmm... you like that, baby?" Grace murmured, her voice sultry and slow, each word curling off her tongue like silk. Her eyes locked with his, half-lidded and dark with mischief. "Knowing I’m going to walk back into my home with your cum still deep inside me..."

She leaned in, letting her lips barely graze his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "...and secretly hoping it takes--hoping I end up carrying your baby?"

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes again, smirking as she watched his jaw clench and his body twitch with arousal. "Tell me how that makes you feel now, Marcus."

Marcus growled softly, hips rocking into her touch, his breathing heavy as her words and strokes pushed him dangerously close to the edge. His dark eyes locked with hers, filled with animalistic need and something almost reverent. "Goddamn Grace, you’re about to make me bust again!" he groaned, voice ragged. "Fuck baby, you keep talkin like that and I will put a baby in your belly for real."

His body shuddered as his release built within him, the tension in his muscles coiling tight. Just as he was about to explode, Grace abruptly let go, stepping back with a devilish smirk, denying him the climax that had his whole body twitching in anticipation.

"No, no, no, mister," Grace purred, wagging her finger at him with a seductive smirk. Her eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she turned around slowly, water cascading over her glistening curves. She arched her back, wagging her hips toward him in a teasing rhythm, letting him drink in the full view of her slick, wanting body.

"You made a promise," she whispered over her shoulder, her voice dripping with heat. "I want you to give me all that hot, black cum, deep in my married little pussy where it belongs."

Marcus’s control shattered instantly. A primal growl rumbled from his chest as he grabbed her hips, instinct taking over. He pressed himself against her, his thick shaft sliding along her slick folds before he thrust inside her in one deep stroke. Grace gasped loudly, gripping the shower wall for balance as Marcus began to take her with raw, unrestrained need.

"That's right, baby," she moaned breathlessly, her voice nearly breaking with the intensity of it all. Every nerve in her body was on fire, the heat of his thrusts and the pounding of her own pulse blurring the world around her. Her thoughts were a fever dream of lust and abandon, consumed with how full she felt, how right it all was.

God, I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought, her mind spinning as she gave herself completely to the sensation. I want it. I want him to fill me. I want to feel it for days.

"Cum inside me," she cried, her nails scraping at the slick tiles for balance. "Make me yours. I want your baby in me. I want everyone to know it's yours."

Marcus gritted his teeth, his hands gripping her waist with feral urgency as his hips crashed into her, each stroke harder, deeper--like he was trying to brand himself inside her. "You want that, huh? My baby?" he growled, voice thick with lust and disbelief. "You want me to dump every drop in you and let your man raise it like it’s his?"

Grace’s thoughts were molten, every thrust knocking the breath from her lungs and sending her spiraling deeper into the abyss of want. She could barely form words, but her body screamed yes with every roll of her hips, every moan spilling from her lips.

"Yes! Yes, Marcus!" she cried out, slamming back against him. "Fill me up, I want it all--I need your cum inside me! I’m all yours tonight!"

Marcus’s movements became erratic, his grip tightening as he pulled her against him, burying himself to the hilt. A guttural growl tore from his throat as he leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the curve of her shoulder--not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to leave a mark, a claim. The pain only sharpened the pleasure, sending a shocked gasp through Grace that melted into a moan.

His breath came in ragged gasps as his body stiffened. The sound of wet skin slapping, her cries echoing off the tile, the scent of steam and sweat thick in the air--it was all too much. "Take this nut, Grace. Take all of it," he roared as he erupted inside her, his hot release flooding her deep, filling her completely as he shuddered through his climax.

A whisper of guilt tried to surface--but it drowned beneath the heat of him, the fullness, the unrelenting desire. She wanted this. Needed it. The sensation sent a primal shiver through her, igniting something deep inside as she imagined his sperm taking root, claiming her in the most intimate way. The sheer taboo of the moment pushed her over the edge, her walls clenching around him as she cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, the sound of her cries mixing with the hiss of the water and the heavy thud of her heartbeat in her ears. She never wanted this feeling to end--never wanted to forget the way it felt to be so completely filled by him, every last drop of him marking her as his.

But the night was far from over. Even as their bodies trembled from the intensity of their climax, Marcus wasn’t done with her. After a few moments of breathless recovery, they quickly toweled off and moved back to the bed. He pulled her back into another heated kiss, his hands possessively roaming her curves. Their passion reignited effortlessly, and soon he was taking her again--this time slower, deeper, drawing out every sensation until Grace was left moaning in endless pleasure.

They lost track of time as the hours slipped by, tangled in each other, their bodies locking together again and again. Grace willingly surrendered, urging Marcus to keep filling her, to give her everything he had, craving the deep connection and the intoxicating risk they both relished.

At last, with her body thoroughly used and satisfied, Grace collapsed onto Marcus’s chest, still impaled on his thick length. His warmth enveloped her as she drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep, Marcus’s strong arms wrapped around her possessively. Even in her dreams, she could feel his seed still inside her, leaking slowly as her body held onto every last drop, her subconscious mind already savoring the thought of carrying his mark long after the night had ended.

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The morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets where Grace lay sprawled atop Marcus. Her body ached deliciously, every inch of her still tingling with the remnants of their feverish night together. She stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her, the heavy rise and fall of his chest, his softened cock still nestled deep inside her, a reminder of how many times he had taken her, filled her, owned her completely.

She let out a small, satisfied sigh, shifting slightly, feeling the slow trickle of Marcus’s seed still leaking from between her thighs. The sensation sent another thrill through her, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she realized she wasn’t just playing Matt’s fantasy anymore--she was living it.

Marcus groaned slightly, stirring beneath her. One large hand slid lazily down her back, gripping her ass possessively before giving it a slow squeeze. “Damn, Grace,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

She smirked, propping herself up slightly, letting her nails drag teasingly over his chest. “Neither did I,” she admitted, her voice husky from exhaustion and pleasure. “But I guess you bring out the worst in me.”

Marcus chuckled, shifting slightly as he stretched, his cock twitching inside her at the movement. “Shit, your husband really has no idea, huh?” he mused, his tone laced with amusement. “He thinks you’re just out having drinks while you spent the night with me.”

Grace bit her lip, the way he said it sending a dark thrill through her. She knew she should feel guilt, maybe even shame, but all she felt was arousal. “And that’s what makes it even hotter,” she purred, pressing her hips down against him teasingly. “He’s home waiting for me, completely clueless that you're still inside me.”

Marcus groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Damn, Grace. You really are a bad girl.”

She smirked, leaning down to kiss him deeply, their tongues tangling in a slow, sensual dance before she finally pulled away. “And I’m not done being bad yet.”

Reluctantly, she slid off of him, wincing slightly at the dull ache between her legs. She could still feel the deep throb of Marcus inside her, the evidence of their night together thick between her thighs. She didn’t rush to clean up, relishing the sensation for just a little longer.

As she gathered her things, her phone buzzed. A message from Matt.

Matt: Can’t wait for you to come home, honey. Been thinking about what you said to me all night. Hope you’re ready to make me crazy.

Grace let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. If only he knew. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed back a teasing response.

Grace: Oh, I’m more than ready, sweetie. You have no idea.

Tucking her phone away, she glanced back at Marcus, who was watching her with lazy amusement. “Heading home to play innocent?” he teased.

She smirked, sliding her heels back on. “Something like that.”

As she walked out of the hotel room, a slow heat built in her core. She wasn’t sure what excited her more--the night she had just lived, or the one she was about to relive through Matt’s eager imagination.

Either way, she knew one thing for certain--there was no going back now.

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Grace’s body still hummed with the aftershocks of last night as she slipped behind the wheel, the cool leather of the seat pressing against her bare thighs. Every shift, every small movement sent fresh reminders through her--Marcus’s heat, his weight, the way he had taken her so completely. She bit her lip, thighs pressing together as she exhaled shakily. She was supposed to feel guilty, but all she felt was a rush of excitement.

A slow smirk curled her lips as she shifted into drive, feeling the subtle slickness between her legs. She didn’t clean herself out. She wanted to savor it--the warmth Marcus left inside her, the way her body still felt stretched and filled. The thought of carrying every last drop of him home with her made her pulse quicken.

Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat.

Matt: See you home soon honey, drive safe. Be ready to tell me everything you did with Marcus when you get home.

Grace swallowed a moan. If only he knew. Her fingers hovered over the screen before she typed back, her smirk widening.

Grace: Oh, honey, I think you’re the one that needs to be ready.

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Matt was waiting when she arrived home, pacing slightly, his excitement barely contained. He greeted her at the door, eyes flicking over her with an eager, hungry gaze.

"Damn, you look… different," he murmured, his fingers skimming over her hips. "Like you really had fun last night."

Grace tilted her head, pressing up against him, her lips grazing his ear. "Oh, Matt… you have no idea what I did for you last night and what I'm going to tell you now."

His breath hitched, arousal darkening his eyes. "Tell me."

She smirked, leading him by the hand toward the bedroom. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, the ache between her legs a delicious reminder of how thoroughly she had been taken. She settled onto the bed, leaning back on her elbows, watching as Matt’s eager hands trembled slightly, already reaching for his belt.

"Take it slow," she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "I want you to hear every detail."

Matt groaned, climbing onto the bed beside her, his body already taut with anticipation. "Tell me. Everything."

Grace let her fingers trail over her own thighs as she began, her voice sultry and deliberate. She recounted the night from the beginning--meeting Marcus, the way he looked at her, how he touched her. She described the moment she let him take her upstairs, how his hands were all over her before they even made it to the bed. How powerful he was. How deep he filled her. How she begged him not to stop.

Matt’s breathing grew ragged, his hips shifting, his arousal evident as he stroked himself through his pants. "God, Grace… keep going."

Her lips curved wickedly. "I didn’t let him pull out, Matt. I wanted it all. I held onto him, locked my legs around him, made sure I took every last drop from him."

Matt let out a strangled groan, his body trembling with painful need and pants tented out, gripping his length through his pants tightly. "Fuck, Grace…"

Grace slowly slid down onto her knees in front of Matt, looking up at him with wide, sultry eyes, her fingers grazing lightly over his belt before unfastening it. She let her gaze drift down, taking in his arousal, her lips parting slightly as she exhaled a soft breath.

Her mind flickered between the two men--Matt, her husband, the man who emotionally completed her, and Marcus, who physically gave her everything she craved now. She loved Matt’s "penis", the familiarity of it, the way he used it to show his devotion to her. But Marcus’s? He had a "cock" and that was something else entirely--something that filled her, stretched her, claimed her in a way she never knew she needed.

She wrapped her fingers around Matt’s length, feeling the contrast, the smaller, lighter warmth in her palm as opposed to the thick, dark weight she had held just hours ago. It sent a wicked thrill through her, making her squeeze Matt just a little tighter as she stroked him slowly, deliberately.

Looking up at him through her lashes, she whispered, "And you know what?" She let her tongue flick against the tip of his cock, teasing him as she smirked. "I can still feel him inside me right now."

She let her fingers trail up and down him before wrapping around his shaft again, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. "He had his fun with me, Matt," she admitted, her voice husky, "but I belong to you. Show me. Show me I’m yours."

Matt trembled as she worked him, his hips rocking into her hand with slow, helpless thrusts. Grace could feel how slick he was, the precum easing her strokes as her fingers curled just a little tighter around his length. Her gaze flicked upward, watching the raw tension on his face, and it sent a ripple of power through her chest. She was in control, and it thrilled her. Every glide of her hand, every subtle twist, was a reminder of what she had brought home--and how easily Matt surrendered to it.

"I want you to cum on me," she moaned, her strokes quickening. "Cum on my face Matt. Mark me as yours. Even if I'm carrying his baby, I belong to you."

The words sent Matt spiraling. With a strangled moan, he exploded, thick ropes of his release coating Grace’s flushed cheeks, her lips, her tongue. She gasped softly, catching as much of him as she could with her mouth, eagerly sucking him between her lips, tasting the stark difference in his essence compared to Marcus’s. His was lighter, thinner, lacking the same deep musk that still lingered on her tongue. It only made her crave what she had taken the night before even more.

She swallowed, licking her lips as she looked up at Matt with dark, satisfied eyes. "Mmm… you really needed that, didn’t you?" she purred, running her tongue slowly over her lower lip, savoring the last drops.

Matt collapsed beside her, breathing heavily, still reeling from the intensity of it all. Grace smirked, trailing a finger down his heaving chest before letting it rest on her belly, the thought of Marcus’s seed still lingering inside her sending a fresh wave of excitement through her.

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The soft afternoon light crept through the window, casting a golden hue over the tangled sheets. Grace lay still, her head resting against Matt’s chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his breath. He was completely spent, fully satisfied, blissfully unaware of how real last night had been. His fingers traced light, lazy circles on her bare shoulder as he murmured sleepily, "I love you, honey. This was... amazing."

Grace smiled softly, nuzzling closer to him. "It really was," she whispered, though the meaning behind her words was entirely different. Her body still hummed, stretched and sore in the most delicious ways--a lingering testament to how Marcus had claimed her, filled her, owned her in ways Matt never could.

As Matt drifted back into sleep, Grace slipped out of bed, padding quietly toward the bathroom. She turned on the soft glow of the vanity lights, staring at her reflection. Her lips were swollen from the day’s passion, her skin flushed with the aftermath of being thoroughly taken by Matt. Faint bruises, Marcus’s fingerprints, still marked her hips, a possessive reminder of what she had done the night before.

Her fingers ghosted over her stomach, a flicker of something primal sparking deep within her. The risk, the sheer taboo of what she had done, sent another thrill coursing through her veins.

Her phone buzzed from the counter. She reached for it, already knowing who it would be.

Marcus: Damn, girl. Last night was so fuckin hot! I miss that sexy ass already! Hope you’re still thinking about it… I know I am.

A slow smirk curled at the edges of her lips. Oh, she had been thinking about it--she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop. Her thumb hovered over the virtual keyboard of her phone, heart pounding as she debated her response.

Before she could type, warm hands slid around her waist, pulling her back against a familiar chest. Matt pressed his lips to her neck, his voice still husky with sleep. "Afternoon, gorgeous," he murmured. "Mmm, you’re not sleepy?"

Grace exhaled softly, tilting her head as he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. "Just thinking about last night, with Marcus," she purred.

Matt groaned, tightening his hold around her. "God, Grace… this morning was the best sex of my life. We have to do it again. Maybe we can take things to the next level next time?"

Her breath caught. He had no idea how far she had already pushed it.

She turned in his arms, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips. "Oh, honey," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. "I think I'm more than ready for that."

Matt grinned, completely unaware of the deeper meaning behind her words.

As he stepped away, heading toward the shower, Grace glanced back at her phone, Marcus’s message still glowing on the screen. She wasn't sure if she'd gotten pregnant last night. But part of her hoped she had. Her thumb hovered over the keys for a moment before she simply smirked and tossed it onto the counter.

Some fantasies were never meant to stay fantasies.