Dripping Wet & Deep in Debt
Heather had just finished a long day at work and was looking forward to unwinding with a hot shower, accompanied by some upbeat music blasting from her phone to block out the outside world. As she stood under the cascading water, lost in the rhythm, she was unaware that her landlord, Mr. Johnson, had let himself into her apartment.
Heather’s mind was elsewhere, reliving the wild one night stand she’d had with a coworker last weekend. She hadn’t expected anything more than a casual encounter, but their intense chemistry had caught her off guard. Now, as she soaped up her body, she couldn’t help but imagine the man’s calloused hands roaming over her skin once again.
Just as Heather was starting to thrill at the thought, a hand suddenly grabbed her from behind, pulling her against a hard, muscular body. She let out a startled yelp as Mr. Johnson’s rock-solid erection pressed against her ass, his breath hot against her ear.
“Looks like you owe me, Heather,” he growled, his grip on her hip unyielding. “Time to pay up, and I’m not talking rent.”
Heather’s heart raced as she realized her precarious situation. She was naked, vulnerable, and at the mercy of a man who clearly intended to take what he wanted. Panic began to set in, but deep down, a forbidden spark of arousal ignited.
Mr. Johnson spun her around, his eyes roving over her wet, soapy body with a hunger that made Heather’s core clench. His hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into stiff peaks as he leaned down to claim her mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss.
Heather moaned into his mouth, her hands wrapping around his neck as she lost herself in the sensations. Despite her initial fright, a dark desire was building within her, fueled by the taboo nature of the encounter.
As Mr. Johnson lifted her up against the shower wall, Heather wrapped her legs around his waist, her slick heat aligning with his aching cock. With a sharp thrust, he plunged into her, filling her to the hilt. Heather cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began pounding into her with reckless abandon.
The water poured down around them, mixing with the sounds of their frantic coupling. Heather’s mind reeled as she clung to Mr. Johnson, the reality of her one night stand with her landlord overwhelming her senses.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hips snapping against hers with increasing intensity. “Gonna make you mine, one way or another.”
Heather’s eyes rolled back as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, threatening to escalate into a shattering climax. Mr. Johnson’s words sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself craving the illicit sensation of being thoroughly claimed by this powerful man.
With a final, savage thrust, Mr. Johnson buried himself deep inside Heather’s quivering core. She screamed as her body convulsed around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her in a mind-blowing release.
As the aftershocks subsided, Heather slumped against Mr. Johnson’s chest, utterly spent and dripping with sweat. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, mortified by the trail of her own desire.
“You won’t tell anyone about this, will you?” she asked quietly, hating the vulnerability in her own voice.
Mr. Johnson smirked, his fingers trailing lazily down her thigh. “My lips are sealed, sweetheart. But you still owe me one more round before we’re done here.”
Heather’s cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment, but against all reason, a traitorous spark of excitement flickered to life within her. This was a one night stand like no other, and she couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets and desires lay hidden beneath the surface of this forbidden tryst.