Fucking A Gen Z Baddie (5)
He peels his crop top off first, slowly like he knows every inch revealed is another line I’ll have to cross.
The light from the window catches on the lines of his collarbone.
My throat tightens. God. I’m really going through with this.
My heartbeat drums in my ear, loud enough to drown out the air conditioner. Anticipation, desire, or guilt…I can’t even tell them apart.
He steps closer, slipping out of his bikini. The straps fall loose at his sides. It’s absurd and disarming all at once… that bright scrap of fabric clinging to a body that shouldn’t look this good in it.
His gaze never leaves mine. It isn’t teasing; it’s something else, like he’s measuring whether I’ll run or stay.
And I stay.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry at the sight of him naked. Bryan’s face keeps flashing through my mind—his fury, his begging—but those images fade under the weight of what’s standing right in front of me now.
“You can still stop this,” he says quietly as if reading my thought. Though the calm in his voice doesn’t match the heat in his eyes. “Say the word and I’ll walk out. You’ll go home. Pretend this never happened.”
Pretend.
The word catches somewhere deep in my chest. Pretending is all I’ve done for months. Pretending I was fine, pretending I didn’t notice my husband slipping away, pretending that love could survive without being seen.
“I don’t think I can,” the words slip out in a whisper.
He nods once, as if he already knew.
He steps forward, close enough that I can feel the heat coming off his skin, the scent of his perfume and sweat threading into my lungs. His fingers tilt my chin up again.
“Look at me,” he says softly.
I do.
His hand slide under the fabric of my skirt again, lightly teasing my most sensitive spot. I'm already drenched, and I catch the approving sound he makes.
He lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them slowly.
“You’re completely soaked for me, dear. Was this your plan when you came here?” he murmurs.
“I…” should I admit I wanted this all along? “No… not exactly,” I lie softly. “But I was open to whatever might happen.”
He smirks, clearly not buying my words.
His arousal is undeniable and I’m burning with anticipation. I just want this to happen now.
“Please…” I gasp. “Fuck me already. Forget the lesson and just take me.” My voice cracks.
“Patience,” he teases, his fingertips trace lazy circles across my stomach, sending sparks through me before he gently squeezes my breast.
“Ohhhh…” I moan. “More… please.”
His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding, our tongues tangling in a fierce way that steals my breath and leaves me gasping.
“Fuck,” he growls, eyes dark and hungry.
He shifts slightly, his hand reaching down to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. “Kneel for me,” he commands, voice low and rough.
I drop to my knees without hesitation, the cool floor grounding me as I look up, searching his face.
Who would have thought I’d be taking orders from someone younger than me? Yet here I am, surrendering to every word.
He leans back, one hand resting on his thigh, the other gripping the edge of the bed. “Tell me,” he murmurs, “how do you want it? Easy, medium, or hard?”
A shiver runs down my spine, betraying how much I want this.
“Hard,” I breathe, eyes locking with his.
A slow satisfied smile curls his lips and without warning, he grabs my chin and jams his hard cock into my mouth.
I take him deep, meeting the roughness with equal fire, eager to prove how much I want this… to claim this moment as mine.
A groan escapes him as I swirl my tongue around the head. “You like that, don’t you?” I murmur against him, savoring the salty taste.
His grip tightens in my hair. “Yeah, just like that. Don’t stop,” he growls, urging me to take him deeper.
Warmth seeps from his skin, sparking a blaze inside me, mingling with the slick dampness gathering between my thighs.
My cheeks hollow instinctively as I suck harder, matching the rhythm of his heavy breaths. “You feel so good,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. “I want you to lose control.”
His eyes darken. “You’re driving me crazy already,” he rasps, pulling me closer by the hair and hips.
Suddenly he pulls free, leaving me gasping for air. His eyes blaze with a fierce hunger as he hauls me to my feet, turning me toward the bed.
Without hesitation, he settles me down, spreading my legs wide, exposing every inch of my aching pussy.
His fingers slip inside, moving faster now.
His nails are fixed… not too long or short, just sharp enough to graze and scrape against my insides, amplifying every pleasure that rips through me.
A wicked thought coils in my mind: what if my husband had long nails—scratching, dragging, setting me on fire in ways his shorter fingers never could?
That could actually spice things up. Since he wants someone who’ll ‘meet his want’ or whatever the hell this dude said.
If we make up from this, could I ask him to fix his nails just to fuck me? Would he even agree?
The question lingers in my head, part challenge and part secret desire, carrying the electric promise that maybe, just maybe, he’d do anything to reclaim what’s been lost.
A pulsing heat gathers between my legs, growing stronger and more urgent and I ache to find out what comes next.
He takes out his fingers, shoving it into my mouth. I suck greedily.
The rough strength of his hands presses my hips firmly against the mattress before he positions himself at my entrance.
Then, with a powerful thrust, he plunges deep inside me, stealing a breath and scattering my senses.
“Oh God, yess… thank you. Fuck me.” I cry out.
The room fills with the primal sounds of our bodies colliding… skin slapping, ragged moans and desperate gasps.
“Shit, you feel so good. Still so fucking tight,” he pants, voice rough, “You want more? Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want more,” I gasp, trembling with hunger and shame.
“Say it louder,” he demands, brushing his lips against my ear. “You want me to fuck you raw, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, voice ragged, “Fuck me raw.”
His hand tightens, dragging me closer. “Good girl.”
He keeps thrusting and I cry out, heat and pleasure exploding between us.
His voice is a low rasp, “Tell me you’re aching for this, for me.”
“I’m… aching,” I sob, hips grinding, hands clutching his back.
“Yeah, that’s it. So fucking beautiful.”
Each hard thrust fades away my doubts, leaving only fire, want, and a wild recklessness I haven't felt in a long time.
He growls my name before sinking to the bed, pulling me down on top of him. His hands slide up my sides, gripping firmly as he settles back, eyes dark and hungry, watching me with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
I shift, hips pressing down hard against his thick dick.
His hands cup my breasts, thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles over my sensitive nipples.
“Fuck, you’re mine for today.” he growls, thrusting deep, steady, relentless.
With a slow, teasing grind, I start to ride him, the delicious friction igniting fire deep inside.
His hands roam, gripping my hips, holding me close but letting me set the pace.
His voice drops even lower. “That’s it, ride me like you want it. Show me how badly you’ve been craving this.”
I obey, riding like my life depends on it.
“Mmm..”
“Yeah..”
“I like it. I love it.”
I moan and mean it.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and close all at once. “You want this. You need this.”
I nod, breathless, riding the storm of pleasure and power he unleashes as he fucks me hard and fast, claiming me completely.
The wild recklessness burns hotter with every movement, my hands clutching his chest, nails digging in as waves of pleasure crash and build.
His voice commands and pleads all at once. “You feel that? That’s yours. Own it. Own me.”
And I do…bucking down harder and faster, needing to lose myself in this hot, tangled release we’re making together.
Heat coils tighter inside me, every movement electric. Our bodies tremble, breaths ragged and matching, inching closer to the edge.
The wave crashes over me, strong and unstoppable. I shake above him, muscles trembling as I climax.
“Goddamit!” I scream, eyes rolling backwards, back arching.
I feel his body stiffen, breath hitching, a low growl vibrating from deep inside him. His grip tightens on my hips as he rides out his own release, barely pulling out but staying close to me in the moments that follow.
I trace lazy circles over his chest, feeling the steady beat of a hunger mirrored in mine.
Today wasn’t just about a body claimed or a betrayal avenged, it’s about rediscovering a fire I thought had died.
And I feel... fulfilled.
Even though Bryan’s furious face still haunts the back of my mind. A reminder that this is only the first step of a longer, darker journey.
But for now, I let myself bask in this victory.
Bryan will be just fine.