LOGINYas
This is crazy. I thought
He has a girlfriend.
I am his best friend.
But then I imagined her here. Her hands on him. Her laugh in my living room. Him touching her the way– my jaw clenched again.
With trembling fingers, I flipped the main breaker, sending the apartment into total blackness.
Everything went dark. The TV cut off. The refrigerator went silent.
Dian jolted upright, his hand instinctively groping for the remote that now lay useless in the dark.
"What the fuck?" His voice echoed through the apartment, clearly confused and irritated.
Then I walked into the room, my eyes straining against the pitch black room. I traced the wall until I hit him.
I could barely see his face.
But I could feel him.
The heat of his body.
The presence.
"Trina?" he called out, uncertainty in his tone. I scoffed internally. Of course he thinks it was his girlfriend seeing as she was the last person he called, that thought alone infuriated me.
“Hmm-hmm, now shh,” I muttered, trying my best to impersonate Trina with my voice.
He chuckled lightly. “You trying to be dramatic?”
I didn’t answer instead I reached for his face, found his lips and kissed him. It was a hard hungry kiss. It wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t hesitant. It was everything I had been holding back for weeks.
He stiffened for half a second and my heart skipped. I wondered if he discovered it wasn’t Trina already.
This is it. He’ll push me away.
Then his hands found my waist.
And he kissed back.
Deep.
Immediate.
Possessive.
A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it.
His fingers tightened, pulling me flush against him. My breasts hit his chest and my crotch brushed against his already hard cock, igniting a tingling sensation in me.
I broke the kiss for a split second as I hurriedly slipped out of the nightie I was wearing, leaving me completely naked, breasts heavy and nipples hardened from the thrill.
“You’re impatient tonight,” he murmured against my lips, his voice lower now. Rougher.
He really thought I was her.
The guilt sliced through me.
But when his palms slid slowly up my bare back– when he paused, realizing there was nothing between his hands and my skin, he cursed softly under his breath.
My entire body lit up.
Desire swallowed the guilt whole.
He tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against mine in the dark. “You have been full of surprises lately.”
I didn’t speak.
I couldn’t.
If I did, he would know instantly.
So instead, I kissed him again. Slower this time. Deliberate. Trying to pour everything I felt into it without using words.
Dian responded instantly, his hands coming up to grip my waist, pulling me closer as he kissed back with hungry force, a low groan rumbling from his chest, fingers splaying over my hips, tracing the curve of my ass.
“Fuck, you are so slutty," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. "Trina."
I physically felt an ache as he mentioned his girlfriend’s name still. He thought I
was Trina. The humiliation of it all intensified my cravings, weirdly enough.
My pussy clenched, wet and desperate as ever. I couldn't stop now, not when i had fantasized about this cock for so long– the thick, veined length I had glimpsed earlier throbbing for a release.
I dropped to my knees between his spread thighs and fumbled in the dark for the waistband of his pants, yanking them down with his boxers in one urgent tug. His cock sprang free, hot and heavy against my palm as I wrapped my fingers around the base.
It pulsed under my touch, the head already slick with pre-cum. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, savoring the musky tang before swirling around the swollen tip.
Dian hissed, his head falling back against the couch as my mouth engulfed him.
“Shit, yeah," he rasped, hips bucking slightly to push deeper.
I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks as my lips stretching around his girth. I bobbed my head, taking him inch by inch until the tip nudged the back of my throat. I gagged softly but pressed on, my tongue tracing the veins.
Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with his arousal, the wet sloppy sounds filled the room as I took him in my mouth desperately like a sex starved whore– which I was.
His hands tangled in my hair, guiding the rhythm, but then one slid down, cupping my breast, his thumb rolling over the hard nipple.
He squeezed the full mound, kneading the soft flesh.
“Your tits have gotten bigger," he murmured, his voice husky with surprise and lust, pinching the tip. I couldn’t help but release a moan around his cock as I took him deeper, making him vibrate with pleasure.
Pride flickered through me despite the deception, my chest swelled. Not just from his touch, but from the truth of what he had just said.
My breasts had indeed filled out more lately, heavier and rounder, sensitive to every brush of his callused fingers.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, my free hand fondling his balls, rolling them gently as I hollowed my cheeks again.
Dian groaned, the sound raw and animalistic, his cock twitched in my mouth now. But he wasn't done.
Suddenly, he pulled me up on my feet, his fingers delving between my thighs. They encountered my soaked folds immediately, slick and swollen, my clit throbbed under his touch.
He circled it roughly, then plunged two fingers inside my clenching pussy.
“Your pussy is so slutty today," he growled, pumping them in and out, curling to hit that spot that made my knees buckle. "Let me fuck you hard."
I whimpered, nodding frantically in the dark, my body arched into his hand.
He withdrew his fingers which was now coated with my juices, and gripped my hips, positioning me over his lap.
I sank down, guiding his cock to my entrance, the large tip parting my pussy lips before he thrust up, burying himself in one brutal shove.
My pussy stretched around him as I adjusted to the fullness. My eyes watered.
We moved together in the darkness, his hands bruising my hips as he slammed into me, each thrust driving deep.
His cock dragging against my inner walls.
I rode him hard, grinding down to take him fully. My breasts bouncing with the force, my nipples grazing his chest.
Sweat stained our skin, the slap of flesh echoed and my moans mingled with his grunts.
The dominance in his grip made me wetter, more than I had ever been before. I utterly submitted to him and let him use my body as he pleased.
Then, a sharp glow pierced the dark. Dian's phone on the coffee table, lit up with an incoming call.
I saw the name across the screen, it was Trina.
My heart seized, panic mixing with my haze of pleasure. I reached for the phone and grabbed it, sliding my finger over the screen and ending the call.
I brought my focus back on him, desperate to distract him. I clenched my pussy around his pulsating cock. He cursed under his breath, the sudden tension in my body stirring him on.
"Fuck," he snarled, thrusting up harder, his hips snapping with brutal force, balls slapping against my ass.
“What's making you so excited, you little slut?" His voice was edged with dominance, one hand sliding up to collar my throat lightly, holding me in place as he pounded into me.
The phone buzzed again beneath my hand.
This time, he reached for it anyway, fingers brushing mine, intent on answering.
My panic quickly turned into fear as I shrieked– “No!"
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Yas POV The blindfold felt smooth against my skin as he tied it gently behind my head.Darkness swallowed everything immediately.And somehow…That made every other feeling stronger.I heard him move closer again.Felt his fingers brush my jaw,“Can you see anything?”“No.”“Perfect.”A shiver
Dian POV We were on her couch fifteen minutes later. Yas sat cross-legged, one leg tucked under her, that oversized shirt riding up her thighs just enough to show the edge of her shorts. I pulled out my phone and opened the Notes app.“What’s this?” she asked, leaning closer, her bare knee br
Yas POV Dian slumped back, his chest heaving as his cock softened against his thigh. His eyes found mine again, hunger filled them.I didn’t move at first. I just watched Trina with that stupid confident smug on her face, like she had won. I watched the way she kept glancing at me l
Yas POVFor a second…I thought I heard wrong.The words didn’t register immediately. They just hung there in the air, seeming so unreal.“Let’s have a threesome.”Silence followed. I stared at Trina, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might crack my ribs open. My fingers curled tighte







