The ballroom was alive with money, wine, and lust. At the center of it all stood Jack—tall, broad, effortlessly magnetic in a rolled-up black button-down and dark jeans that hugged his thick thighs. The annual Hearts & Hands Charity Auctionhad turned into a spectacle the moment he stepped on stage. Everyone wanted a night with the man who fixed more than just fences—Jack was known for making people come undone. The bidding shot past ten grand before the auctioneer could catch a breath.
Then she spoke. “Twenty-five thousand.” Vivian Hart. The elegant, dripping-in-diamonds widow seated near the back, untouched for years but not unbothered. The gavel cracked before anyone else could compete. Heads turned. She didn’t smile. She just rose from her chair, collected her clutch, and said to Jack in a tone soaked in authority and hunger: “You’re coming with me.”
Her estate was huge, opulent, cold. But her bedroom was fire—velvet walls, silk sheets, a hearth roaring as she dropped her black gown to reveal creamy skin, full breasts, and dark garters that clung to her thighs. “I don’t want you to fix anything,” she purred. “I want you to break me.” Jack said nothing. He just grabbed her throat, pushed her to the wall, and dropped to his knees to worship the pussy he’d been sold to ruin.
He ate her like a starving man. Her thighs were trembling, her hands gripping the velvet as his tongue worked her clit, then plunged inside her. She gasped, moaned, begged, and came hard against his face—but Jack didn’t stop. He flipped her over the bed, lined up behind her, and drove his thick cock into her soaked cunt in one merciless thrust. She screamed his name, arching like a woman possessed.
He fucked her hard—slamming into her from behind, her ass bouncing with every brutal stroke, his fingers gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him like she belonged there. “You needed this,” he growled, voice rough. “You’ve waited for this cock.” Vivian couldn’t speak. She drooled into the sheets as he pounded her, body wrecked with pleasure, sobbing from being filled so deep, so hard, so completely.
By morning, she was limp, fucked out, legs shaking. But Jack wasn’t finished. He rolled her onto her back and slid back inside her slow, deep, and possessive. He made her come again and again until her voice was gone. In the shower, she rode him, breasts bouncing under the hot spray, nails raking down his back. On the kitchen counter, he bent her over and took her from behind while she cried out his name between mouthfuls of his cock.
Every room became a fuck site. The grand piano, the balcony, the floor beside the fireplace—Jack marked them all with her moans, her juices, and his cum. He tied her down and edged her for hours, commanding her to beg. She sobbed for release. He denied her. Then when he finally let her come, it hit like a wave—violent, soaking, body-shaking. Her thighs were slick, her breath shattered.
On the second night, he took his time. Fingers in her mouth, cock buried deep, whispering filth in her ear. “You paid to be ruined. So I’m gonna keep ruining you.” Vivian had no control left. She obeyed every command—licking his feet, riding his face, sucking his cock until her throat was raw. She wanted it all. She needed it. She didn’t care if she walked again—only that she was his for as long as he wanted her.
By the third morning, her body was wrecked. Bruises bloomed across her hips where he’d held her. Her thighs were tender, her pussy swollen and sore. Jack lifted her limp body in his arms, kissed her shoulder, and slid back inside her as she whimpered with overstimulated pleasure. This time was slower. Deeper. No less powerful. “You’ll remember this every time you sit down,” he murmured, dragging his cock in and out of her soaked, ruined core.
Vivian Hart—the untouchable widow—lay trembling beneath him, used, broken, and utterly fulfilled. “Worth every penny,” she whispered, voice ragged. Jack gave her that same quiet, cocky smirk as he fucked her one more time. He wasn’t hers. She was his. And now that he’d owned her like that… she knew one night wouldn’t be enough.
