"Were you inside her...?" she breathlessly asked, her voice trembling—shocked, aroused, jealous. "Just now... beneath the blanket...?"
Her fingers clenched into fists, her mind racing—filthy images flashing through her thoughts. [He fucked her... Right in front of me...] Her shame only made her wetter, her panties already damp with her arousal.
I grinned—feral, possessive—my hand stroking my cock slower, deliberate, my gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, Officer..." I purred, my voice a dark caress. "I was more than just inside her..."
My thumb brushed over the head, spreading the pre-cum, glistening in the dim light. "I was fucking her tight little asshole..." I growled, my words filthy, crude—designed to break her. "While she moaned into the pillow... begging for more."
Sarah’s breath came faster, her chest rising and falling with ragged gasps. Her dark eyes burned with lust—and anger. [This bastard...] Her thought was a snarl, her gaze locked onto my cock, her mind spiraling with images—of Gabriela whimpering, of her ass stretched around me, of the filthy sounds she must have made.
"Y-you animal..." she hissed, her voice trembling—but her eyes were glued to my hand, to the way I stroked myself, to the way my cock twitched with need.
I chuckled—low, dark—my grip tightening around my shaft. "Jealous, Officer?" I taunted, my voice a whisper, a challenge.
"Do you wish it was you beneath that blanket...?" My thumb circled the head, smearing the pre-cum, my gaze burning into hers. "Do you want to know what it feels like... to have me inside you...?"
Sarah’s thighs pressed together harder, her breath hitching as her mind flooded with filthy thoughts. [I hate him...] Her inner voice was a growl—but her body betrayed her, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hard beneath her uniform.
[But God... I want it...] Her dark eyes flickered with conflict, her fingers twitching at her sides as she struggled between duty and desire.
But then—
A noise.
The bathroom door began to creak open.
Sarah panicked, her body jerking back as if burned. "N-no... I didn’t—" she stammered, her voice shaky, her cheeks flushing with shame—and lust. She quickly backed away, putting distance between us just as Gabriela stepped out, her robe clinging to her damp skin, her dark eyes scanning the room with suspicion.
I reacted instantly, pulling the blanket back over myself, hiding the evidence of my arousal—my hard cock, still throbbing with need. Gabriela’s gaze landed on me, her expression concerned—but guilty.
"Jack..." she hesitated, her voice soft, uncertain. "Did we wake you up?"
I blinked up at her, my expression groggy, innocent—perfectly feigned. "A-Auntie, it’s nothing..." I mumbled, my voice sleepy, my tone reassuring.
"Officer Sarah just woke me up..." I glanced at Sarah, my gaze brief—calculating. "Said some emergency came up..." I shifted slightly beneath the blanket, my cock twitching with frustration. "So we were going to take a look at the hospital..."
Gabriela’s dark eyes flickered with relief—and guilt. She nodded, her fingers clutching the fabric of her robe, her body still humming with the memory of my cock stretching her asshole, the heat of my breath against her skin.
"Oh..." she murmured, her voice soft—but her gaze lingered on me, searching, suspecting. The flush on her cheeks deepened, her mind racing with filthy thoughts—shameful memories of how good it had felt, how wrong it had been.
Sarah’s dark eyes flicked to me, her gaze dropping to the blanket—knowing I was naked beneath it. A smirk played on her lips, her voice cool, commanding—but laced with something dangerous.
"Jack..." she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Auntie and I are waiting for you outside." She paused, her gaze lingering just a second too long. "Quickly freshen up..."
I nodded, my expression neutral—but my mind was already racing. Sarah took Gabriela’s arm, guiding her out of the room, her dark eyes flicking back to me one last time—a silent challenge, a promise.
The door clicked shut.
I glanced down at my cock—still hard, still throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum and the remnants of Gabriela’s ass. My fingers twitched, the urge to stroke myself almost overwhelming—but I resisted. Not yet.
Instead, I grabbed my pants, pulling them on quickly, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin. The ache in my cock was maddening, the need for release burning—but I knew this game wasn’t over.
I stepped into the bathroom, turning on the faucet, the cold water splashing against my face, my hands. The reflection in the mirror stared back at me—dark, hungry, unapologetic. I grinned, my fingers lingering on the sink as I washed away the scent of Gabriela—the musky, sweet aroma of her arousal, the filthy evidence of what I’d done to her.
When I stepped back into the room, the air was thick with tension—unspoken, electric. Gabriela was standing near the door, her bathrobe clinging to her curves, the fabric damp in places where her sweat had soaked through. Her dark eyes flicked to me, then away—guilty, hungry.
"Your clothes..." I murmured, my voice low, observant—my gaze trailing down her body, lingering on the way the robe hugged her hips, the way the fabric parted just enough to tease the curve of her breasts.
Gabriela’s fingers twisted in the tie of her robe, her cheeks flaming as she followed my gaze—aware, ashamed, aroused. "T-they’re in the washing machine..." she stammered, her voice shaky, her dark eyes flickering with guilt—and hunger. "They haven’t dried yet..."
I nodded, my expression neutral—but my gaze dropped to my pants—to the bulge of my cock, hard and throbbing, straining against the fabric. And I saw it—
Gabriela’s eyes locked onto it, her dark pupils dilating with lust. Sarah’s gaze was glued there too, her dark eyes burning with need—jealous, hungry, desperate.
[Oh God...] Gabriela’s thought was a whimper, her thighs pressing together, her pussy aching with need. [He’s so hard...]
Sarah’s thoughts were just as filthy—dark, twisted, conflicted. [That bastard...] Her inner voice was a snarl—but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening beneath her uniform, her panties damp with arousal. [Why does he affect me like this...?]
I deactivated the Scent of Lust—
And instantly, their expressions shifted.
Gabriela blinked, her dark eyes clearing slightly—but the evidence of her desire was still there. A drop of liquid dripped down her thighs, glistening in the dim light. She closed her legs shamefully, her cheeks burning with embarrassment—but her body still ached for more.
Sarah coughed slightly, her dark eyes flickering with realization—and frustration. She turned away first, her posture stiff, her mind racing with conflict.
"We should go," she muttered, her voice cool—but her hands clenched at her sides, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
We moved toward the car, the tension between us thick—unspoken, electric. Gabriela and I sat in the back, our bodies close—too close. The heat between us was unbearable, the memory of what we’d done—what we wanted to do again—hanging in the air.
And then—
My hand slid behind her, my fingers trailing beneath the fabric of her robe, brushing against the soft, damp skin of her thighs. Gabriela gasped, her body tensing—but she didn’t pull away.
[J-Jack...] Her thought was a whisper, her asshole clenching in anticipation—shameful, desperate.
My fingers found her asshole—tight, puckered, still slick from earlier. And with a slow, deliberate push—
I slid my finger inside.
"Aaaaaah—! Hmm!" Gabriela gasped, her body jerking, her moan muffled as she bit her lip, her dark eyes widening with shock—and pleasure. Her fingers dug into the seat, her asshole clenching around my finger, her body betraying her with every whimper.
Sarah’s dark eyes flicked to the rearview mirror—catching Gabriela’s expression, the way her breath hitched, the way her body trembled. She didn’t say anything—
But her gaze lingered.
And her thighs pressed together just a little tighter.
Gabriela turned to me, her dark eyes wide, panicked, aroused. She shook her head, her lips bitten raw, her body torn between shame and lust.
[S-stop...] Her thought was a plea—but her asshole clenched around my finger, her pussy dripping with need.