Chapter 10: The Reckoning
Tyler’s hands were rough as he pinned Krissy against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold behind her. His cock, already hard and insistent, pressed against the thin fabric of her dress, a blatant threat she craved. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, his green eyes lit with the same hunger she remembered from the stained bathroom stall. Krissy moaned, her body arching into his, the memory of his cum leaking from her in that club only heightening the shameful need. "Fuck me, Tyler," she whispered, the words tearing from her throat. He didn’t hesitate, yanking her dress up past her hips, his fingers finding her bare pussy already slick and ready. With a growl that vibrated through her spine, he drove into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her unbearably, filling her completely. Krissy screamed, a raw sound swallowed by the expanse of the apartment, as he began hammering into her, his hips slamming her against the glass with each drive. "Yeah, scream for me," Tyler grunted, his breath hot on her neck, his hands gripping her ass to pull her deeper onto his cock. "You take it so good, Krissy, fuck, just like in the bathroom." The comparison ignited her, and she cried out again, her nails scraping against the window. He was so much bigger than Tim, stretching her in a way that burned and electrified, each thrust hitting a spot that made her vision blur. "I’m gonna cum," she gasped, the sensation building too fast, a tsunami from the pit of her stomach. "Cum on my cock, you slut," Tyler ordered, pounding into her with relentless force. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering wave that clenched around him, milking his length as she sobbed into the glass. It was harder than ever before, tearing a primal scream from her lungs, her body convulsing against his. Tyler fucked her through it, his pace never slowing, until with a choked roar, he emptied himself inside her, hot pulses echoing her own fading tremors. They stayed there, pressed against the window, his weight heavy on her, both breathing raggedly. Krissy’s mind circled back to Tim’s hypnotized face in the stall door, and a cold clarity seeped in beneath the afterglow. Tyler nuzzled her ear, his voice smug and soft. "Your husband has no idea what he’s unleashed, does he?"
His words slithered into her ear, a truth that felt colder than the glass against her cheek. She shook her head, a feeble negation, feeling his softening cock slip from her body with a wet, shameful sound. "He wanted a show," Tyler continued, turning her to face him, his thumb smearing the mess on her inner thigh, "but he didn’t know you’d fucking star in it." He brought his thumb to his mouth, tasting her mixed with him, and something in Krissy’s gut tightened hotly. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they ached. "All his, and dripping with me." He kissed her then, deep and possessive, his tongue claiming her mouth as thoroughly as his cock had claimed her cunt. The pent-up week of secret texts and stolen glances combusted, and Krissy found herself pushing him back toward the sprawling leather sofa. "Again," she breathed, the word less a request and more a confession of a newfound hunger. She fumbled with his belt, her hands trembling not from nerves but from a frantic need to feel that brutal fullness once more. Tyler watched her, a dark smile playing on his lips as she freed his hardening length, her own wetness glistening on him. "You can’t get enough, can you?" he goaded, pulling her down onto his lap, guiding himself back into her with a slow, torturous push that made her whimper."Say it." "I can’t," she moaned, sinking onto him, her body accepting him with a familiar, shocking ease. "I can’t get enough." He let her set the pace for only a moment, her hips rolling in a clumsy, desperate rhythm, before his hands clamped on her waist and he began driving upward into her, each thrust jolting a sharp cry from her throat. "This cunt’s ruined for him now," Tyler grunted, the crude words fueling her frenzy as she rode him, her gigantic breasts bouncing with each brutal collision. The orgasm built like a crackling fault line, inevitable and devastating, detonating without warning as she screamed, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering around his shaft. He followed her over, his roar muffled against her neck, another hot flood spilling inside her already-filled womb. As the shuddering subsided, the distant buzz of her phone, buried in her discarded purse, cut through the heavy silence. It was Tim.