The clubhouse was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the old leather couch where Ophelia sat, her dark thighs pressed together, fingers tracing idle circles on her bare knees. She’d been watching Kaiser for the last twenty minutes—how his muscles flexed under his damp training shirt as he cleaned his cleats, the way his blonde mullet, streaked with electric blue, fell over his forehead when he bent down. He was only nineteen, but he moved like a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and right now, Ophelia wanted to be what he took.
She bit her lip, the gold in her eyes flashing as she shifted, the heat between her legs growing unbearable. They’d been married for three months, but neither of them had ever gone further than frantic groping in the backseat of his Audi, his fingers slipping under her skirt while she whimpered against his mouth. Tonight, though, she was done waiting. Tonight, she was going to ride his cock until neither of them could walk straight.
Kaiser finally looked up, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. He didn’t say a word, but the smirk curling his lips told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. He tossed the rag aside and stood, his long legs eating up the space between them in three strides. Before she could react, his hands were on her thighs, prying them apart, his thumb pressing against the damp spot on her black lace panties. “Fuck, Schatz,” he groaned, his voice rough. “You’re already soaked for me. Been sitting here thinking about my dick, huh?”
Ophelia gasped as his fingers rubbed harder, the friction sending a jolt straight to her clit. “Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into the couch. “I want it. I want you. Teach me how to take it.”
Kaiser’s laugh was dark, hungry. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his breath hot against her inner thigh as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. “Gonna worship this pretty pussy first,” he murmured, his tongue dragging up her slit in one long, slow lick. Ophelia cried out, her back arching as he did it again, this time circling her clit before sucking it between his lips. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping the bleached strands as he fucked her with his tongue, his free hand sliding up to palm her breast through her thin tank top.
“Kaiser—fuck—” she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. He growled in response, the vibration making her tremble. He pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, his chin glistening with her arousal. “You taste like sin, baby. Gonna make you come on my tongue before I even touch you with my cock.”
Ophelia whined, her body coiled tight, but he didn’t let her fall over the edge—not yet. He stood abruptly, stripping off his shirt and kicking off his sweatpants in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already slick with precome. Ophelia’s mouth watered. She’d never seen anything so big in her life.
“On your knees,” Kaiser ordered, his voice a command she couldn’t disobey. She slid off the couch, sinking to the floor in front of him, her hands trembling as she wrapped them around his shaft. He hissed as she stroked him, his hips jerking forward. “Just like that, Schatz. But I wanna see those pretty lips around me.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Opening her mouth, she took him in, her tongue swirling around the crown before she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. Kaiser groaned, his hand tangling in her black curls, guiding her as she bobbed her head, her saliva dripping down his length. “Fuck, yeah, take it all,” he grunted, his thighs trembling. “You look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth.”
Ophelia moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, and he pulled her off with a wet pop. “Enough,” he panted. “I wanna feel that tight little pussy now. You ready for me, baby?”
She nodded frantically, her heart pounding. Kaiser grinned, wicked and possessive, before scooping her up and tossing her onto the couch. He knelt between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. “You’re mine,” he growled, his thumb pressing against her clit as he pushed inside—slow, inch by inch, letting her stretch around him. Ophelia gasped, her nails raking down his back as he filled her completely, the burn of it mixing with a pleasure so intense she saw stars.
“Kaiser—please—” she begged, her body aching for more.
He didn’t make her wait. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back in, his balls slapping against her ass. Ophelia screamed, her back arching as he set a brutal pace, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur. “You take my dick so well,” he groaned, his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “Gonna fill this pussy up until you’re dripping with me, understand?”
“Yes!” she cried, her orgasm building, her walls clenching around him. “I’m gonna—oh my—”
“Come for me,” Kaiser demanded, his voice raw. “Now.”
And she did—shattering around him, her pussy pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Kaiser didn’t stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep stroke, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside her, his come spilling out around his shaft as he pulled back slightly.