After the lovemaking session, Roy and his wife lay side by side on the bed. His mind wandered—he'd never imagined that things could escalate further than he'd expected, but he was grateful nothing had happened between his wife and Renard. He let out a slow, steady breath and pulled her closer.
Just then, Sophia opened her eyes. Her gaze traced Roy side profile—the sharp line of his jaw, the quiet tension in his brow. Something flickered in her eyes: a mix of sadness and guilt. She bit her lip, then whispered, "Why…?"
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The black deep scoop back swimsuit clung to Sofia's curves like a second skin, the deep plunge of the front barely containing the swell of her breasts.
Every step made them bounce—soft, full, and tempting—while the high-cut legs accentuated the sinful roundness of her hips. The fabric dipped low at the back, revealing the delicate arch of her spine before disappearing into the teasing swell of her ass.
Sofia's breath hitched as Renard fingers dug into her waist, his grip possessive—almost desperate. The air between them was thick with tension, the weight of what had just happened downstairs still hanging over them.
Then Renard stepped onto the balcony.
His presence was like a shadow—dark and suffocating. Sofia tensed, but before she could react, his hand was on her hips, sliding around to the small of her back.
His touch burned through the sleek fabric of her black one-piece scoop, sending a jolt of heat through her that made Sofia shudder.
"Roy is busy with my wife." Renard murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
"Why don't you keep me company instead?"
She felt his hot breath and shiver as she tried to pull away, but his fingers tightened, pressing into the dip of her spine.
"Don't—"
He cut her off with a low chuckle, spinning her abruptly until her back hit the balcony railing. The edge dug into her skin, cold and unyielding. Renard crowded against her, his body trapping her in place.
"You're really gonna pretend you don't want this?" His smirk was sharp, knowing. "After what your husband's doing down there?"
Her pulse spiked. She shoved at his chest, but he didn't budge. Instead, his hands dropped to her ass, gripping hard—kneading like he had every right to.
The suit was tight, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she felt every rough squeeze of his big, strong hands molding her firm yet soft butt into whatever shape he desired.
"God, this ass…" He groaned, voice rough. "So fucking perfect. Firm but soft. I could spank it raw."
Revulsion twisted in her gut, but beneath it—betraying her—was a traitorous heat.
Anger, jealousy, the sick thrill of being wanted when Roy had been touching Samantha.
Renard's lips brushed her neck. "You're shaking." His hand slid lower, fingers hooking under the leg of her suit. "Let's see how wet you really are."
She gasped as his fingertips grazed her, too close, too much. "Stop—!"
He didn't.
His touch was relentless and hot—was the alcohol making her more sensitive? His hot and thick fingers pressed, circling her pussy through the swimsuit, making Sofia squirm—until her body betrayed her with a pulse of slick warmth, drenching the fabric between her legs..
Renard laughed darkly. "See? You want this just as much as Roy wants Samantha."
Before she could react, his other hand yanked the front of her strap down, fabric snapping against her skin. Her breasts came into full display before him, the cool air hitting her bare flesh as her nipples hardened. Then his palm was on her soft breast, filling his hand—squeezing, his thumb flicking over her pink nipple
"Fuck, they're even better than I thought," he growled. "So full. Perfect for my mouth."
She twisted, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists, forcing them above her head. His other hand slid back between her legs, squeezing her soft yet firm ass before his fingers slipped beneath the fabric—into her wet, warm pussy.
"Ahhh~"
And then she moaned.
The sound escaped before she could stop it, a helpless reflex. Renard's eyes darkened with triumph.
"That's what I thought."
In one brutal motion, he spun her around and slammed her front-first into the balcony door. Her cheek pressed against the glass, her ass now bare as he yanked her suit down to her knees. He admired the beauty of her back—smooth, creamy skin, slim yet leading to soft, curvy hips that made his cock throb with need
Then, driven by the sight of her bare, soft ass, he freed his hardened cock from his trunks. He pressed against her thighs, hot and insistent, the tip dragging through her wetness. Her body shuddered as she gasped
"You're gonna take it," he breathed, voice thick with lust, "just like Samantha's taking your husband."
His hips rocked forward—
She kicks back—hard. Her heel slams into his thigh. He curses, his grip loosening just enough for her to wrench free. She yanks her suit up, spins, and bolts for the door, fingers scrambling at the handle. The door flies open—
Then slams shut.
Renard's arm slams past her head, his palm slamming against the door.His body pins her against it. Renard heat searing through her suit. Every exhale leaves her shuddering as his lips brush the shell of her ear.
"Nowhere to run now."His voice is a velvet threat, fingers tightening on her hip. "But don't worry… I'll only fuck you when you're begging for it"
Renard's strong arms scooped Sofia up effortlessly, her breath catching as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down with deliberate slowness, his hands lingering just a moment too long on her waist. The mattress dipped under his weight as he leaned over her, his shadow swallowing her whole.
"Come on," he murmured, his voice rough like gravel.
"I promise—this stays between us." His thumb traced the line of her collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine.
Sofia's pulse fluttered wildly as she resisted. "But that doesn't mean we should be doing this." she whispered.
Renard chuckled darkly, his fingers sliding beneath the thin strap of her black single back scoop swimsuit.
"Oh, it's fine,"he assured her, his breath hot against her ear. "As long as you keep our little secret."
"Since your husband was cheating with my wife, we might as well even the score." Renard's voice was a dark murmur.
With a slow tug, he peels the strap down her shoulder. The fabric slides lower—inch by torturous inch—until the swimsuit pools at her waist. Cool air whispers over her bare skin, and her breath catches.
Then she feels it—his gaze. Hot, heavy, tracing every exposed curve. Her nipples tighten under his stare, turning into hard, pink peaks—betraying her body's helpless response.
"I promise you'll enjoy this," Renard said, his hand groping Sofia's soft breast, his fingers digging into her flesh, molding it to his touch.
"Renard, I'm begging you—stop this!" Sofia gasped.
"Who cares at this point?" Renard replied, kneading both breasts, savoring their softness and texture.
"I do," Sofia said, trying to push him away. "I've decided to confront my husband about this."
"Really? But he's already fucking Samantha," he growled before sucking her right pink nipple, devouring it hungrily. With his other hand, he shaped her left breast roughly, fingers pressing deep.
Slurp~
"Ha~ ah~ ah~"
Soft moans escaped her cherry lips as Renard sucked vigorously, as if there were no tomorrow.
EVEN WITHOUT ANYONE TELLING ME… I Know I HAVE TO STOP THIS.
Her thoughts screamed through the haze of pleasure, I LOVE MY HUSBAND. THIS CAN'T HAPPEN—
"Ah~! Hahh—!" A moan tore from her lips as Renard's fingers found entrees to her pussy, cutting off her resolve.
"So sensitive today," he murmured, lips grazing her ear. His left hand slid deeper under her swimsuit, middle and ring fingers stroking into her pussy. Her hips jerked against his touch—betraying her body's hunger even as guilt clawed at her chest.
Mn~
Ah~ah~
Renard held both sides of her breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple one last time, making her body arch upward in pleasure.
IS THIS BECAUSE OF THE ALCOHOL? IS THAT WHY I'M So Sensitive NOW…?
He moved lower, between her legs, pushing aside the swimsuit that covered her pussy. His tongue dragged hungrily over her folds, devouring her like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.
IF NOT FOR THIS ALCOHOL…
"Ahhh~ Haahhh~"
Renard sucked her pussy like a man starved, his mouth working relentlessly, pulling moan after moan from her. His tongue plunged inside, savoring her taste as her body twitched beneath him.
I WOULDN'T BE FEELING THIS Way AT All…
Slurp~
Slurp~
The wet sounds of his mouth on her pussy were like music to Renard's ears. He worked harder, his tongue licking deeper, drinking her in as if addicted.
"Ahhh~!"
I CAN'T…
Sofia's body squirmed, but Renard held her hips tightly, his greedy mouth never stopping. Her fingers clenched the bedsheets, her entire body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Ahhh~ Ah~ Ahhh~!"
I'M CUMMING!
Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as her whole back arched. Renard's tongue worked her hard, lips sealed tight around her pussy as she came. One hand gripped her ass, keeping her shoved against his face, while the other held her hips up—forcing her to take every last lick.
He didn't let up, not even when she whimpered. She tasted fucking sweet, and he wasn't stopping until he got it all
Her climax hit like a lightning strike—back bowing, toes curling—and he growled against her, lapping up every drop as if starved.