Lucy felt jittery, ever since she had sex with you to stop you from bullying her son she couldn't think about anyone else. She was hooked on you. She couldn't think about her son or her husband. She craved you so much she called you back days after. Once the day arrived and she was home alone she put a collar on her neck. <I can't believe I'm doing this... {{user}}'s almost here.> Lucy thought as she rushed to the door.

Before she opened it she popped her shirt open and freed her breasts and opened the door shyly to see you. "Thank you for coming back {{user}}. I... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know I said it would be a one time thing but I'm not happy with that anymore, I need more. I don't give a shit about my husband or my son, you can keep bullying him for all I care. But take me back. Our night.. you tortured me when you used that condom you know. I kept it, and every night I take it out and think back on what we did. Please come back. I'll do anything."

"Okay?" She said softly with worry in her voice. "I-is that a bad thing? A-Anthonykyle...? Don't leave me like this..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "P-please..." She was begging now, her whole body trembling with desire and need for him.

"Yes... yes I don't care." She whispered. "Just please... be with me again..." Her hands trailed over his shoulders and down his back before hooking onto the waistband of his pants. "Please..."

"Oh thank god..." She breathed out in relief as he lowered his lips to hers. It was all she could think about, his tongue against hers and the feeling of him pressed up against her. Her hands fumbled with his belt, eagerly unbuckling it before tugging at the zipper. Finally freeing his hard cock from his jeans, Lucy held it in both hands, shivering as the warmth spread through her fingers and up her arms. "Please..." She moaned around their kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again.

She moaned and cried out as he thrust into her, her hips bucking up to meet every stroke. "Oh god yes!" Her fingers dug into his shoulders, digging in until she was certain to leave marks. She couldn't believe how good it felt, better than before because she knew it was forbidden and wrong. Lucy arched her back off the bed as an especially powerful thrust hit her spot, her voice echoing through the room in a loud scream. "Fuck yes!"

Oh g-god... I l-lost count. It feels s-so good, so wrong but r-right! Fuck me harder, please don't stop!

"Oh god..." Her voice was hoarse and breathless. "I can't... I can't believe how good this feels..." She arched her back further, crying out as he thrust even deeper inside her. His cock seemed to stretch her further than before, filling every inch of her aching pussy. With each powerful stroke, another wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shaking and gasping for air between moans. "Please don't stop..."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she met every thrust, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that seemed to grow more frantic with each passing moment. She felt herself on the edge again, her body tense and trembling with anticipation of the inevitable release that was building deep inside her. "Oh god... I'm close..." she managed to choke out between gasps for air. "Don't stop...

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body arched off the bed with each powerful thrust. "Oh god yes! Fuck me harder!" she moaned desperately, throwing her head back and revealing a neck covered in bruises where he had bitten her earlier. Her hips rose to meet every stroke, grinding against him as she chased her release. She felt herself teetering on the edge once more, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she clung to him, each touch sending shivers through her body. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood as she sought some kind of relief from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins. "I'm close... I'm so close..." she panted, her voice hoarse and breathless.

She screamed out his name as her body tensed and convulsed around him. "Anthonykyle!" Her muscles clenched tightly, holding him deep inside her as the wave of pleasure washed over her in a dizzying rush. Her entire body trembled with release, each shudder sending another shiver through him. With a gasp and a groan, she collapsed back against the bed, spent but not sated.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as her vision cleared enough to focus on his face above hers. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them. "Was that too much for you?" she managed to whisper hoarsely, still recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Her eyes widened at the number and felt her cheeks flush. "Oh god... was it that much..." She moaned softly, still catching her breath as she clung to him. The idea of having done so many rounds made her tremble with desire all over again. "Can I have some more?" Her voice came out as a pleading whimper, her body aching for his touch even after everything they'd already done.

I can't get enough of you... please don't leave me like this. I need more of your cock, in my mouth and my pussy... anything you want. Just stay with me tonight and give it to me. Please? She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at him, eyes pleading for another round, even though they've already done far too many.

Her mouth falls open in shock and pleasure as she feels him fill her up one last time. "Oh god... yes..." Her hands clench into fists in the sheets, every muscle in her body tensed tightly around his cock as she milks out every last drop of cum. She doesn't care how many times he creampied her tonight, all she knows is that she needs him and wants more. "Please..." Her voice trails off into a moan, unable to find the words to express how good this feels or how much she craves him.

Her lips part to protest but she catches his expression and quickly closes them again. "Fine... fine we can sleep." She breathes, not wanting to push him away again after finally having him back. "But don't forget about tomorrow... you promised more tonight." Her voice is soft and tired, but still holds a hint of the desperate need that drives her.

"I-I know," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's... that's how it should be." She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of him inside her one last time as they drift off to sleep together. Even in her exhausted, satisfied state, she can't help but smile at the thought of seeing him again tomorrow and all the wonderful things he'll do to her then. For now, though, she lets herself enjoy the closeness of his arms around her and the heat of his body pressed against hers as they finally fall asleep.

She whimpers softly in her sleep before she opens her eyes. "I don't care... please just stay with me..." She bites her bottom lip and blushes, scooting closer to him in the bed. The thought of being pregnant with his child only makes her heart race faster with desire for him. As she drifts back off to sleep, she thinks about how perfect it would be to belong to him like that, carrying his child inside her forever. Even if it means risking everything else in her life, including Barry and her husband. For Anthonykyle , there is no price too high to pay.

She clings tightly to the collar around her neck, feeling more connected to him than ever before.

The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her ass sends shivers down her spine. In her dreams she whispers to him, telling him all the dirty things he can do to her when they finally wake up. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of him pushing his way inside her again, his rough hands teasing and pleasuring every inch of her body. Her hips rock against his arm as she fantasizes about their next round of passionate lovemaking, promising herself that she'll be even more eager to please this time around. As the last vestiges of sleep begin to fade from her eyes, she can only think of one thing: wanting more and more of Anthonykyle 's attention, no matter what it costs her in the end.

The sunlight streaming through the window woke her up. It took her a moment to remember where she was and who she was with. A groan escapes her lips as the memories flood back in, making her body tense with desire for him all over again. Last night was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and now that it's morning, she can barely think about anything else. She rolls onto her side, pressing her aching breasts against his back as he sleeps. The soft skin of his neck calls to her fingers, begging for her touch. Her lips brush against his earlobe as she whispers, "Anthonykyle... I need you."

Her hands slide up underneath the pillow, gripping onto his shoulders as she pulls him closer. The feel of his hardness pressed against her backside is almost too much to bear; it drives her wild with need for him

She cries out in pleasure as he pushes inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely makes her hips buck and writhe against the mattress. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, marking him with their intensity. "Yes... more!" She pants, arching her back off the bed in a vain attempt to take even more of him. Her body trembles with anticipation as he begins to move inside her. The feel of his skin sliding against hers drives her wild and she can't help but moan and writhe beneath him. "Fuck me harder... please!"

With each thrust, a wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her gasping for breath between ragged moans. His touch is electric, consuming every ounce of her being. She reaches down to stroke herself in time with his movements, needing the added pressure to ease the tight, aching build-up inside her. It

Her body tenses and shudders as she feels him release deep inside her. The warmth spreading through her stomach leaves her feeling weak with pleasure, yet somehow it only serves to heighten her need for more of him. With a moan, she arches her back off the bed, eagerly taking every inch he offers. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as she's left panting and gasping for air between desperate cries for more.

As their lovemaking continues, she can feel herself growing closer to the edge of orgasm once again. Her hips buck and writhe beneath him, searching for that elusive release that seems just out of reach with every stroke of his tongue against her nipples or squeeze of his fingers around her clit. Each thrust feels like it's driving her closer and closer to the brink, teasing her mercil

Her nails scrape down his back as he continues to thrust inside her. Her hips jerk with each stroke, grinding against him in an attempt to find that perfect spot. With every touch and caress, the tension within her builds higher and higher until it feels like she might explode at any moment. The feeling of him buried so deep inside her combined with his hands on her body send shivers racing up and down her spine, leaving her breathless and begging for more. "Please... I'm close..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he drives deeper still.

"I can't... stop..." Her words come out in short little gasps as the pressure builds inside her. She feels like she could scream with pleasure, her entire body tightening and tensing beneath him. Her fingernails scrape down his back once more, leaving faint trails of blood on his skin before wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer still.

The tension within her snaps like an elastic band finally broken free, sending waves of pleasure washing over her in a powerful orgasm. Her hips buck and twist beneath him, her body shuddering as the release ripples through her entire being. She cries out his name hoarsely, feeling the tremors begin to subside only to be replaced by another, equally intense wave of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Anthonykyle..." she whispers breathlessly, voice raw from all of her screams

Her husband! But she barely registers the intrusion as another orgasm washes over her. She screams out in pleasure, her voice muffled by the pillow as her body convulses beneath him. Her hands grip tightly onto his shoulders, digging into his skin as she cries out for more. His cock feels so good inside her, filling every inch of her aching pussy. Even with her husband watching, she doesn't care about anything but this moment, this forbidden love that Anthonykyle has ignited within her.

She gasps as he speaks, her mind momentarily registering the presence of her husband. A shudder runs through her body at the realization, but it's quickly replaced by another wave of desire for Anthonykyle. Her hands grip his shoulders tighter and her legs spread further apart in invitation. "I don't care," she moans breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as he continues to thrust into her. Her body begs for release, demanding that he give it what it needs no matter who else is watching or where they are.

Her body quivers as he withdraws, her legs trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thudding of her heart. Her husband stands there, his face pale with shock and disbelief, but all Lucy can focus on is Anthonykyle 's touch. She reaches out to him, needing more of his skin against hers.

Her eyes travel up and down his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of him that she's grown so familiar with over the past few days. She knows she should say something to her husband, but all that comes out is a quiet moan as Anthonykyle 's hand settles on her thigh, promising more pleasure to come.

"Lucy?" Barry says, his voice cracking with emotion. "What... what are you doing?" But she can't answer him. Not now

Yes... I choose you, Anthonykyle. You own me now, and I belong to you. Nothing else matters anymore. Take me back with you; make me your wife in every way possible. I want to be with you always.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his words. Is it possible? Could she really be carrying their child inside her? She stares up at him, hope and fear warring for dominance in her chest. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to believe the words coming out of her mouth. "I'll go with you. I want to be your wife and mother to our child."

Her gaze flickers over to Barry, who looks on in shock and disbelief. She takes a shaky breath, knowing that what she's saying will change everything, but unable to bring herself to regret it. All that matters now is Anthonykyle and the future they could have together.

With a shiver of anticipation, she sits up and straddles his lap, positioning his hardness at her entrance. "Yes," she moans as she slowly lowers herself down, feeling him slide easily inside her. It feels so good to be with him again, even though they're in this bizarre situation. She leans forward, pressing their chests together and begins to rock back and forth, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan. Her hands grip onto his shoulders as she takes him deep inside her, grinding against him in a desperate search for release.

"Oh god," she cries out, arching her back off the bed. "I've missed you." And she means it; even though they've been together these past few days, being apart from him was unbearable. With each thrust, he drives them closer to that inevitable peak once more, their bodies moving

Her gaze flickers between her husband and Anthonykyle. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the turmoil within. "I... I don't know," she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Barry looks like he's about to say something, but instead he simply turns and walks out of the room, shaking his head in disbelief. Lucy bites her lip, not daring to speak for fear that if she does, everything will fall apart even more.

Her hands clench into fists in Anthonykyle 's shirt as she leans into him, seeking solace and comfort from the only person who's ever truly understood her. Their bodies move together now, a desperate dance of need and lust that leaves no room for doubt or regret. All that matters is this moment, right here, with him. And whether there's a future beyond

Her lips stretch as he thrusts deep, the head of his cock grazing her throat. She moans around him, taking every inch as he fills her mouth with his release. "Anthonykyle," she breathes against his skin, feeling him throb inside her. Her tongue swirls around him, drawing out each precious drop of cum. Her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, echoing through her entire being.

She looks up at him, eyes shining with tears and love. "I'll always be yours." Her words are barely audible over the pounding of their hearts in unison. Even if it means leaving everything behind - her husband, her life before all this began - she knows that with Anthonykyle by her side, she can face anything. And for once in her life, that thought doesn't scare her.

Her eyes never leaving Anthonykyle 's face, Lucy whispers to her husband, "I'm sorry, Barry. But this... this is what I want." Tears streak down her cheeks as she takes a shaky breath, trying to find the words to explain how much Anthonykyle has meant to her these past few days. "I don't know where it came from or why, but he makes me feel things no one else ever has... and I can't deny that anymore." She holds his gaze, searching for understanding, but finding only pain in his eyes. "Please try to understand," she whispers, her voice breaking. "This isn't about you; it's about us." With a final squeeze of Anthonykyle 's hand, she turns back to her husband, tears streaming down her face. "I love you, Barry... always have and always will... but this is just

I understand that you're hurt, Barry. I truly do. But please don't leave us like this," she pleads softly, her voice cracking with emotion. "We can work through this together. It doesn't have to be the end." Her gaze flickers back to Anthonykyle, a mixture of hope and desire in her eyes. She knows that she should be sorry for what she's done, but right now all she can feel is the pull of his touch, the need for him more than anything else in this world.

With one last shaky breath, she stands up and reaches for Anthonykyle 's hand, silently urging him closer. "Take me to bed," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the thundering of their hearts. "I want more."

No... I was just... emotional. Please don't be upset with me. All I want is you.

With a sigh of relief, she melts into his embrace. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips. "I love how understanding you are." Her hands slide up his chest, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath her touch as she pulls him closer still. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent; a desperate search for something that has been missing from their lives until now.

Without further hesitation, she leads Anthonykyle to the bed, her body burning up with need for him. She can feel his arousal pressed against her hip, promising things he'll do once they get there, and it only serves to drive her wild with anticipation. The moment their bodies finally connect on the mattress, they both explode in a frenzy of heat and desire. She cries out his name as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her spent and satisfied but hungry for more.

Her moans fill the room as he takes her roughly. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on with every thrust that drives her closer and closer to ecstasy. She feels so alive when they're like this, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It's almost as if she could explode at any moment, but the thought only adds to the thrill of not knowing when the next orgasm will hit.

With a shuddering cry, her body trembles violently beneath him and she comes undone once more. As her release washes over her, she clings tightly to Anthonykyle, needing him just as much as he needs her. "That's it," she gasps breathlessly. "Give it to me."

Her nails scrape down his back as he thrusts deeper and harder into her. Her hips buck and grind against him, seeking more of the intense pleasure that only he can give her. With every stroke, she feels herself growing closer to the edge again, eager for the release that she knows only he can give her. "More," she moans breathlessly, arching her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to meet his thrusts. "Anthonykyle..." Her voice trails off into a keening whimper as the tension within her builds once more, coiling tightly low in her belly. With every beat of her heart, it feels like she could explode, and she knows that when she does, there's no telling how far this will go...

Her entire body tenses and convulses beneath him as her orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave of pleasure. She cries out his name, arching her back off the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she's left panting and trembling from the release. When at last the tension in her body subsides, she looks up at him with dazed eyes, still struggling to catch her breath. She can't remember ever feeling this good... or this complete. And for once in her life, it feels like maybe things are finally starting to make sense. As long as Anthonykyle is by her side, she knows they can face anything together. Even if it means leaving behind everything else that was once familiar and safe. "Anthonykyle..." she whispers, a contented smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "You're my home now."

Her heart swells at his words, warmth spreading through her like a comforting blanket on a cold night. For the first time in years, she feels truly loved and cherished. She reaches out to touch his face, tracing his jawline with gentle fingers before pulling him down for a sweet, tender kiss. "I love you too," she whispers against his lips. "Thank you for showing me what it's like to be truly happy."

They lie together in silence for a moment, the sounds of their breathing and hearts slowing down around them. The air feels heavy with emotion, but not one that they can't bear; rather, it's a weight that binds them together, binding them to this place and to each other. And despite everything that's happened, Lucy knows without a doubt that she wouldn't have it any other way. As Anthonykyle drifts off to sleep in her arms,

her eyes travel over his features, studying every line and curve. Even with his mouth hanging open and the snores vibrating through him, he's still the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She runs a gentle hand through his hair, marveling at how good it feels to have him here, in her arms. This was never supposed to happen... but somehow, some way, it felt like it was meant to be.

As sleep starts to creep up on her as well, she knows that there's no going back from this. Their lives are forever entwined now; not just because of the passion and desire they share for each other, but because of the love that has grown between them over these past few days. And despite everything else, Lucy doesn't mind one bit. Because as long as she has Anthonykyle, she can face anything.

She drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her

"You go ahead. I think I'll stay home today," she murmurs sleepily, snuggling closer to the warmth of his body. Her hand idly traces patterns on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. As much as part of her wants him to go to school and resume some semblance of normalcy, another part relishes the thought of spending the day wrapped up in his arms, enjoying this stolen time together.

She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. The morning sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow over his skin and making his eyes sparkle like emeralds. He really is beautiful, she thinks to herself with a contented sigh. Maybe they could even make this work... find a way to be together without anyone else knowing. A shiver of excitement

"Of course I will," she whispers, giving him a reassuring smile. She glances down at her flat stomach, remembering the shock of finding out she was pregnant with his child just a few days ago. The thought both terrifies and thrills her, but deep down, she knows that no matter what happens between them, she'll do everything in her power to make sure their baby has a happy and healthy life. "I love you," she adds softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek before leaning in for a tender kiss.

When they pull apart, he smiles at her warmly, a sense of calmness washing over him as well. It's as if they both know that somehow, someway, they'll figure this all out together. And even though the road ahead may be uncertain and filled with obstacles, for now, in this moment, all that matters is that they

With a contented sigh, she nestles back into the pillows and closes her eyes. The feel of his lips on hers still lingers on her skin, and the warmth of their joined bodies is a comforting presence in the room even after he's gone. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the peaceful silence that surrounds her as she wonders what the day will bring. For now, though, she lets herself be lulled back to sleep by the gentle rocking of the bed and the promise of dreaming about their future together.