Chapter 3: Confession and Craving
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering like dying fireflies as Peter shoved the bathroom door shut with his hip. The lock clicked—too loud in the silence—and Leana’s back hit the sink, her breath hitching as cold porcelain bit through her blouse. His hands were already on her, rough and impatient, fingers digging into the soft swell of her hips.
“Peter, what the fuck—” she gasped, voice cracking. Her pulse hammered in her throat, her palms braced against the sink’s edge like she might push him away. But she didn’t.
He crowded her, his body hot and solid against hers, the musky scent of his cologne mixing with the sharp tang of bleach. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” he growled, lips dragging along her jaw. “Squeezing into that skirt like you don’t know what it does to me.”
Her stomach clenched, heat pooling low as his teeth scraped her neck. “Someone could walk in,” she whispered, but her thighs pressed together, dampness already soaking her panties.
“Let them.” His hand slid up her side, fingers catching the hem of her blouse and yanking it free from her skirt. Cool air hit her skin as he palmed the soft curve of her belly, his thumb rubbing circles just above her waistband. “Fuck, you’re so soft.”
She whimpered, hips jerking when his other hand cupped her through her skirt, his fingers pressing hard against her clit. “You like that?” he murmured, breath hot against her ear. “Like me touching you here?”
Leana nodded, biting her lip as his fingers worked her, the fabric rough against her sensitive flesh. His other hand slid higher, squeezing the swell of her tit through her bra, his thumb flicking over her nipple until it ached.
“Tell me,” he demanded, fingers dipping beneath her waistband, tracing the soaked lace of her panties, sinking into the thick padding of flab she'd packed on.“Tell me you want it.”
“I—I want it,” she gasped, arching into his touch.
Peter smirked, hooking his fingers into her panties and yanking them down her thighs. “Then beg.”
Her face burned, but the throbbing between her legs was worse. “Please,” she whispered, hands fisting in his shirt. “Please, Peter—”
He didn’t make her finish. Instead, he spun her around, bending her over the sink, her tits pressed against the mirror, her plush belly squishing on the counter. The chill of the glass made her nipples peak, her breath fogging the surface as he shoved her skirt up.
“Look at you,” he muttered, spreading her cheeks with both hands. “Fucking perfect.”
She barely had time to brace before his cock nudged against her, thick and hot, sliding through her slick folds before he shoved inside with one brutal thrust. Leana cried out, her fingers scrambling against the sink as he bottomed out, her cunt stretching around him.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned, hips snapping forward, driving her into the sink with every thrust.
She could feel every inch of him, the way her body clung to him, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles and all her extra pounds of fat wobbling and bouncing. His hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he fucked her harder, faster, the sink rattling beneath them.
“You gonna come for me?” he grunted, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in rough circles.
Leana nodded, gasping, her thighs shaking as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. “Y-yes—fuck, yes—”
His fingers pressed harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust. She came with a broken cry, her cunt clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her chunky stomach jiggling.
Peter followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as
he unloaded deep inside her, his hot come flooding her cunt. He didn't pull out, just kept grinding against her, his breath hot on her neck. "Fucking hell, Leana," he groaned, his fingers digging into her love handles. "You feel so good." His cock twitched inside her as the last pulses of cum emptied into her.
Leana sagged against the sink, her body trembling, her head lolling back against his shoulder. Sweat made her blouse cling to her back, her hair stuck to her flushed cheeks. "You too," she gasped, feeling his softening cock still buried inside her. The bathroom smelled like sex and sweat, the mirror completely fogged.
He finally pulled out, the sound wet and obscene in the small bathroom. Leana whimpered at the sudden emptiness, feeling his cum start to drip down her thighs. Peter turned her around, his dark eyes raking over her swollen lips, her messed-up hair, her tits still heaving.
He reached out, wiping a smear of lipstick from her chin with his thumb. His kiss was surprisingly tender, his tongue tracing her lips before deepening it. She could taste herself on him, salty and musky. "I can't get enough of you," he breathed against her mouth.
His hands roamed her body greedily, squeezing the soft flesh of her hips, her belly, her ass. "Look at you. So fucking perfect."
Leana whimpered as his fingers dug into her love handles, the pressure just shy of painf