When Mia finally loosened her legs from around his waist, Kael eased back just enough for his cock to slip free with a soft, wet plop.
A thick strand of cum stretched between the swollen head and her entrance before snapping.
Then more followed — slow, pearly rivulets leaking from her gaping lips, sliding down her slit and pooling on the sheet beneath her ass in a small, glistening stain.
Kael stared for a moment.
Post-orgasm clarity hit him in a brief, sharp wave.
Yet he barely had time to dwell on it, because Mia moved.
She crawled forward on her elbows and knees, hair spilling over her face in a messy curtain, and without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his softening cock.
Her tongue swirled, cleaning the mix of their fluids like she didn't want to waste a single trace of him.
One hand stroked the base in slow, firm pulls.
And in seconds, he could feel himself responding again — thickening, hardening, the heat returning.
The sight of it only made her eyes glint brighter.
Lips stretched again.
Cheeks hollowing.
Her gaze flicking up at him with that same hungry, shameless gleam.
Whatever regret had tried to form… died quietly in his throat.
"We're not done yet… right~?"
She pulled off just long enough to flash him a taunting smile, voice hoarse and teasing, spit and cum shining on her chin.
Kael didn't answer with words.
He pushed her back onto the bed, hooked one of her thighs over his shoulder, and spread her wider.
Then he lined himself up—
And pushed back in.
Slow at first.
Savoring the way her slick, cum-filled cunt swallowed him whole like it had been made for him.
"Ohhh~"
Mia's moan came loud and immediate, higher than before.
The angle changed everything.
It let him grind into places he hadn't reached earlier.
Her folds were slippery, coated in their combined release, and every thrust dragged obscene, wet sounds into the room.
Kael didn't hold back.
He fucked her with steady, punishing strokes, letting the bed take the rhythm, letting her take the full weight of it.
They found it again fast.
That brutal, filthy pace.
And for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world existed except the sound of skin and breath and need—
Until a sudden interruption cut straight through it.
A phone ringing.
Mia's phone.
The one she'd slipped into the bedroom with her even in the middle of the heat — not for anything important, but because she'd wanted more pictures. More proof. More trophies.
Now it was ringing.
And the moment she saw the name on the screen, a gleam passed through her eyes.
"C-can I answer it~?" she asked, breathless, and she didn't even bother hiding the excitement in her tone.
Kael didn't like being interrupted. But her expression promised that he will not be disappointed.
So he gave her a single nod.
Intrigued. Maybe amused.
And definitely not stopping.
Still glued together, his cock never leaving the tight confinement of her cunt, they shifted toward the phone.
Every small movement made her gasp, her walls squeezing around him like they were trying to hold him in deeper.
Mia reached for the phone with trembling fingers, thumbed accept, and turned on speaker.
"Mia? Babe?"
His voice came through warm and casual — the kind of tone men used when they thought they owned the place in a woman's life.
"H-hey~," Mia answered, voice shaking.
"About that promise I made earlier… looks like I can't come through. My friend bailed. You'll have to figure something else out for your project."
Mia's lips parted.
And even as she tried to hold back the moan building in her throat, disdain flashed in her eyes.
You can brag all you want… but at least brag about something you won't get exposed for.
She remembered his smug little offer to "hook her up" with some coding buddy.
As if he was doing her some grand favor.
As if he mattered.
The irony was almost delicious.
The "problem" had already been solved.
Solved in minutes.
By the man currently balls-deep inside her.
She didn't say any of that.
Instead, she bit her lip hard, swallowing the sound that tried to escape.
To Mia, replying to him was the only part that mattered.
Not the relationship.
Not the lie.
The thrill.
The danger that he might hear it, might realize she was being fucked, right now, by Kael Mercer — that was what made her heart race.
And Kael, feeling the way her walls clamped tighter around him the moment she answered, understood everything he needed to.
That she had a boyfriend surprised him.
But reaching this point?
He wasn't backing down.
His cock sliding in and out of her in the same steady rhythm was proof enough.
"Mia? You there?"
"Y-yeah… sorry…" She swallowed, voice cracking. "Just… working…"
Kael chose that moment to lean forward and sink his teeth into the soft swell of her breast.
Sharp enough to sting.
Not enough to break skin.
"Ahh—!"
Mia slapped her elbow over her mouth, smothering the rest.
For half a second, she wondered if she'd already been caught.
She shot Kael a grudging look — half warning, half accusation.
But did she really fear being found out?
Kael didn't even need to think about it.
No.
She didn't care.
The grin she couldn't stop, even as she tried, was proof.
"Mia? What was that?"
Once again, her boyfriend's voice cut into their "alone time."
And Mia, silently thanking his stupidity, pulled her elbow away from her mouth and sent a quick look to Kael, some kind of signal, as she replied,
"N-nothing… I'm just… working out~."
Now, was that a signal for him to wreck her further?
Or to hold back?
Each of them already knew the answer.
A stretched silence followed on the other end.
Then, quieter. Calmer.
"Is that why you sound out of breath? And… like that?"
"Yeah~" Mia dragged the word out, almost a moan.
Kael kept moving inside her, steady and deep, while his hand played with her breasts like he had all the time in the world.
The room filled with the wet rhythm of it, with her suppressed moans, echoing between them.
And through the phone.
Finally, her boyfriend spoke again, his voice chilled in a way that didn't match the words.
"Do you take me for an idiot? You're fucking someone right now, aren't you?"
"Bftt—"
Mia tried to hold it in — really tried — but the absurdity hit her at the same time the pleasure did.
A choked laugh bubbled up.
Then another.
And then it broke into a full, breathless giggle she couldn't stop.
And just like that, her boyfriend could hear everything clearly now.
Her unrestrained laughter.
Along with her unrestrained moans.
His voice snapped into something ugly.
"You fucking whore — who is it? Felix? Thomas? That prick James? How long have you been a slut behind my back?"
It was Kael's turn to find the whole situation ridiculous.
Just how many names did this guy have queued up?
Naturally, Kael didn't say a word.
He only kept using the soft body in his arms, his cock driving into the slippery hole of the unfaithful girlfriend, unhurried, merciless.
On Mia's side, the amusement finally drained from her face.
She'd dealt with his jealousy, his insecurity, his pathetic little accusations for months.
Now, hearing it again — screaming through the phone while she was being filled by someone else — it didn't even sting.
It was just…
Pathetic.