The night before the funeral, Karen stood at the window, her reflection mirroring the tension in the room. The house, once filled with the warmth of her husband’s presence, now felt hollow, a shell of its former self. She had spent weeks drowning in condolences, each well-wisher’s kind word chipping away at her patience. She needed space, time to breathe, to grieve without the weight of others’ expectations. But the funeral date had finally been set, and with it came the arrival of her children.
Tara was the first to arrive, her petite frame and brunette hair a mirror image of Karen’s younger self. She moved with the same grace, the same quiet strength that Karen had always admired. George followed shortly after, his broad shoulders and easy smile a comforting presence. But it was Alex, George’s friend, who stole the air from the room. Tall, muscular, and dark-skinned, he exuded a raw, magnetic energy that Karen couldn’t ignore. His handshake was firm, his smile confident, and when he winked at her as she showed him to his room, her pulse quickened. God, he’s stunning, she thought, her cheeks flushing as she turned away.
Dinner was a blur of polite conversation and forced smiles. Karen’s children chatted animatedly, their laughter filling the silence that had become her constant companion. But Alex’s gaze was relentless, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made her skin tingle. She caught him staring more than once, his expression unreadable, and each time, her heart raced. He’s too young for me, she chided herself, but the thought did little to quell the heat pooling in her core.
The funeral itself was a haze of tears and whispered condolences. Karen moved through the day like a ghost, her emotions numbed by the overwhelming presence of so many people. The pub afterward was no different—faces blurred together, voices merged into a dull hum. But Alex’s eyes never left her, even as the crowd thinned. She felt his gaze like a brand, searing into her, and when George announced he was leaving for his girlfriend’s house, Karen’s stomach twisted.
“Is it okay if Alex stays again? He hasn’t been drinking, so he can drive you home,” George offered, his tone casual. Karen nodded, her throat dry. Stay, she thought, the word echoing in her mind like a prayer.
As they walked to the car, the silence between them was thick with unspoken tension. Alex’s presence was electric, his every movement deliberate, calculated. “You don’t drink, Alex?” Karen asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No, I don’t,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. “I get my highs from other things. Sports, the gym, and fucking horny women.”
The bluntness of his words shocked her, but before she could respond, he grabbed her, his lips crashing against hers. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and Karen’s resistance crumbled. He’s right, she thought, her body trembling. I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him.
In the car, the silence was heavy, charged with anticipation. Karen’s heart pounded as Alex pulled into her driveway. He reached for her again, his kiss fierce and possessive. “You’re mine tonight,” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot on her skin.
Inside the house, the air was thick with possibility. Alex moved with purpose, his dominance undeniable. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Karen hesitated for only a moment before dropping to the floor, her hands trembling as she looked up at him.
“You’ve been a good girl, Karen,” he said, his tone approving. “But tonight, you’re my slut. And I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”
The first room was the living room, the space where she had spent countless evenings with her husband, now transformed into a playground for her desires. Alex stood before her, his belt already undone, his cock thick and hard. “Worship me,” he ordered, and Karen obeyed, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. She moaned as he thrust into her mouth, her hands gripping his thighs, her body aching for more.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. “Suck my cock like the dirty slut you are.”
Karen’s cheeks hollowed as she deepened her suck, her mouth stretching to accommodate him. Alex’s taste was intoxicating, his scent musky and primal. She worshipped him with her mouth, her tongue, her hands, until he pulled away, his breath ragged.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice hoarse. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
He led her to the kitchen, the cold tiles biting into her knees. Alex pressed her against the counter, his hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, and Karen complied, her thighs quivering as he slid a finger inside her.
“So wet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About my cock filling you up, making you scream?”
Karen moaned, her head falling back as he added a second finger, then a third, stretching her, preparing her. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Please, Alex. I need you.”
He didn’t hesitate. With a swift motion, he lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock thick and unrelenting, filling her completely. Karen cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice raw with desire. “Take my cock. Let me feel how tight you are.”
Karen’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. Alex’s thrusts were relentless, his dominance absolute. She was his, completely and utterly his, and the realization sent her spiraling into her first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” he panted, his lips brushing against hers. “But we’re not done yet.”
He carried her to the dining room, the table now a stage for their desires. Alex laid her down, her body still trembling from her climax. “Eat my ass,” he commanded, and Karen obeyed, her tongue tracing the curve of his cheeks, her lips pressing kisses against his skin.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his hands tangling in her hair. “Worship me like the dirty slut you are.”
Karen’s tongue delved deeper, her mouth exploring every inch of him, her moans muffled against his skin. Alex’s taste was intoxicating, his scent musky and primal. She worshipped him with her mouth, her tongue, her hands, until he pulled away, his breath ragged.
“Enough,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It’s time for me to fill you up again.”
He positioned her on the table, her legs spread wide, her body open and vulnerable. Alex thrust into her from behind, his cock sliding into her with ease. The angle was perfect, his thrusts deep and relentless, hitting a spot inside her that had her crying out in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “So fucking tight. I’m going to make you squirt all over this table.”
Karen’s body was a mess of sensations, her orgasms building with each thrust. Alex’s dominance was absolute, his control over her body complete. She was his toy, his plaything, and she loved every second of it.
“Please, Alex,” she begged, her voice desperate. “Make me come. Make me squirt for you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a few swift thrusts, he pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing as she squirted, her juices spilling onto the table. Alex growled, his hips snapping faster, his own release building.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted, his voice raw with need. “Take my cum. Fill you up with my seed.”
Karen’s body was a mess of pleasure, her orgasms blending together in a blur of sensation. Alex’s thrusts slowed as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his seed spilling into her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re incredible.”
But the night was far from over. Alex led her to the bedroom, the final room in their journey of pleasure. The bed was soft, the sheets cool against her skin, but Karen barely noticed. Her body was buzzing, her mind clouded with desire.
“On all fours,” Alex commanded, and Karen obeyed, her hands and knees pressing into the mattress. He positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips.
“This is my favorite position,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Being able to see your body, to watch you take my cock. It’s fucking perfect.”
Karen moaned, her body arching as he thrust into her, his pace slow and deliberate. Each stroke was a masterpiece, a symphony of pleasure that had her crying out in ecstasy.
“You like that, don’t you?” he teased, his lips brushing against her shoulder. “Being my dirty little slut. Taking my cock in every hole.”
“Yes,” Karen whispered, her voice thick with need. “I love it. I love being yours.”
Alex’s thrusts quickened, his dominance absolute. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. Karen’s body was a mess of pleasure, her orgasms building with each stroke.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, his voice raw with desire. “Let me feel you squirt all over my cock.”
Karen’s body convulsed as she came, her juices spilling onto the bed. Alex followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside her, his seed filling her.
“Fuck,” he panted, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re amazing.”
As the night wore on, their encounters became a blur of pleasure and release. Alex filled her in every hole, his dominance unrelenting, his control over her body complete. Karen surrendered to him, her body his to command, her mind clouded with desire.
By the time the sun began to rise, Karen was spent, her body barely able to move. Alex held her close, his arms wrapped around her, his breath steady against her skin.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. “But we’re not done yet.”
Karen smiled, her body buzzing with anticipation. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, a journey into her deepest desires. And as she looked into Alex’s eyes, she knew that this was just the beginning.
The final scene lingered, the air thick with possibility. Karen’s body was marked with the evidence of their passion, her skin flushed, her lips swollen. Alex’s gaze was intense, his expression unreadable, and as he leaned in to kiss her, Karen knew that this was only the start of something far greater.
What would come next? Would their relationship deepen, or would it remain a fleeting encounter? The question hung in the air, unanswered, as their lips met once more, the promise of more pleasure lingering between them.
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