Chapter 1: The Casual Invasion
The couch springs groaned under us, a familiar soundtrack to Amelia’s impromptu visits. I was sprawled sideways, phone in hand, scrolling through mindless trash, one leg dangling off the edge, the other tucked beneath me. I felt a cold breeze underneath the shirt, hitting my bare pussy gently.
The chill made me gasp, fingers freezing mid-scroll. Before I could even process the air on my skin, Amelia’s hand was already there, rough and demanding. Not gentle. Never gentle when she wanted it like this. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of my inner thigh, forcing my legs apart with a grunt.
“Fuck, Amelia—!” I started, but her other hand clamped over my mouth, muffling me. Her breath was hot and smelled faintly of mint gum against my ear.
“Shut up,” she growled, low and urgent. Her knee shoved between mine, pinning me deeper into the worn cushions. The rough denim of her jeans scraped my bare skin. “Been watching you squirm for ten fucking minutes. Couldn’t take it anymore.”
Her fingers, slick with my own wetness – when the hell did she even do that? – hooked under the waistband of my shorts and panties together, yanking them down my hips in one brutal motion. Cool air flooded over my exposed pussy. I arched instinctively, a whimper escaping around her palm.
Then came the blunt, insistent pressure. Not her fingers. The familiar, thick heat of her cockhead, already leaking and slick, pressed hard against my entrance, teasing apart my lips.
The familiar, thick heat of her cockhead, already leaking and slick, pressed hard against my entrance, teasing apart my lips.
"No warning? Seriously?" I gasped, the words muffled against her palm still clamped over my mouth. My hips jerked, trying to pull away or push back, I wasn't even sure. Every nerve ending screamed. Anticipation tangled with shock, twisting my stomach into knots. The stretch was immediate, intense. That blunt pressure, insistent and all-consuming.
She didn’t answer. Just a low, guttural groan vibrated against my neck as she shoved forward. Her cock, thick and demanding, pushed past the tight ring of muscle. The stretch burned, a delicious, familiar agony. My moan was swallowed by her hand, turning into a muffled whimper. She buried herself to the hilt in one relentless stroke, balls slapping hard against my ass.
"Fuck," she hissed, her voice raw, breath hot on my skin. Her hand finally left my mouth, grabbing my hip instead, fingers digging in like claws. "Tight as fuck. Always." Her other hand pinned my shoulder to the couch, holding me down.
She didn’t wait. No gentle rocking, no slow build. Amelia pulled back almost as fast as she’d entered, the drag of her cock inside me making me gasp, before slamming back in with brutal force. The couch springs creaked in protest beneath us. My fingers scrabbled uselessly at the worn fabric.
"Ungh! God! Amelia!" My head fell back, baring my throat. The sheer, raw invasion stole my breath. It hurt. So good. The thick length of her pistoned inside me, each thrust a jolt that traveled straight up my spine. Her denim-clad thigh ground against my bare ass, the rough texture a sharp contrast to the slick heat filling me.
Her breath came in harsh pants against my ear. "Stop squirming. Just take it." She punctuated the command with another hard, deep thrust that pushed the air from my lungs.