Blow Up

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[WARNING 18+] STILL HAS SMUT SCENE UNTIL HALF OF THE CHAPTER

I eat my bowl of cereal in silence, but my mind is nowhere near the food.

Jennifer is bending over in front of me, reaching for my coffee mug on the table, completely unaware of the view she's giving me.

Her bare, swollen folds glisten between her legs—still sensitive, still used, still mine.

My cock twitches instantly, not satisfied with how the last session ended.

Fuck.

I shift uncomfortably, sighing under my breath, trying to control myself. My body wants her again. Desperately.

She sits next to me, sipping her coffee casually, as if she's not radiating raw sex appeal, as if I didn't spend the entire night inside her.

I put my cereal bowl down, pick up my coffee, and lean back into the couch, subtly covering my lap with a pillow.

"You're not hungry?" she asks, eyeing my unfinished cereal.

I keep my eyes fixed on the TV, pretending to be absorbed in the news.

Of course, I'm hungry. But not for this. Not for cereal.

I'm starving for her.

I sip my coffee, stealing a glance at her as she grabs my bowl and starts eating from it. A thin trail of milk runs from her lips down her chin.

I want to lick it clean. I want to kiss her, devour her, bend her over this couch and fuck her until she can't breathe.

But I restrain myself.

She doesn't seem to be as riled up as I am.

She called me a maniac last time.

I don't want to be some sex-crazed addict while she just goes along with it because she feels obligated.

"Look… I'm sorry about the omelet, okay? Please don't be mad at me," she suddenly says, trying to catch my attention.

"I'm not," I reply, sipping my coffee.

"It's only 9 AM. Restaurants don't open until 11," she continues.

"That's okay. Coffee is enough for me," I say, still avoiding her gaze, afraid she might see the hunger in my eyes.

She pauses for a moment.

"Here… have some cereal," she says, holding a spoonful of it in front of my lips.

I shake my head. "No. You eat it."

I push her hand away. She shrugs and eats another spoonful, licking the spoon slowly, teasingly.

I sigh, adjusting my position slightly to make room for my growing problem.

She suddenly slams the bowl onto the table with a loud clatter.

I glance at it. The cereal is still unfinished.

"Why aren't you finishing it?" I ask.

"Who wants to eat cereal, right?" she replies with a smirk.

Before I can react, she half-jumps toward me, closing the distance between us. My body immediately tenses.

"You know what I really want to eat now?" she asks, her voice thicker, sultrier.

I force myself to act normal. "Omelet?"

She shakes her head.

Her eyes lock onto mine, then flicker down to the pillow on my lap.

"Sausage," she whispers, licking her lips slowly.

Fuck.

Her gaze darkens.

"Big, delicious sausage," she purrs. "With two eggs."

She looks back into my eyes, her meaning undeniable.

"May I?"

Her question is rhetorical—because before I can answer, she rips the pillow off my lap, her breath hitching slightly at the sight of my growing bulge under my boxer.

She gulps, fingers hesitating.

Still, she reaches for the waistband, her fingers trembling slightly.

I stop her.

"Let me do it," I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire.

I push my boxer down, freeing myself completely. A deep flush creeps up my neck, a rare moment of shyness—but she doesn't comment on it.

She simply stares, her lips parting slightly.

"It's my first time," she admits.

"You don't have to," I tell her, despite my body screaming for her to continue.

"I want to," she insists, her determined gaze flicking up to mine. "It's my apology."

I exhale a shaky breath. "I don't need an apology. I'm not even mad—"

Before I can finish, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and strokes me gently.

My body jerks at the sensation, a deep groan slipping past my lips.

"—at you," I finally manage to finish, my voice strained.

Her delicate fingers explore me, curious yet confident, gliding over every ridge, every sensitive spot.

"What are you up to?" I breathe, gripping her wrist gently.

"I want to try everything," she confesses, eyes burning with genuine curiosity and desire.

She glances down, then leans in.

Her warm tongue flicks over the tip—light, teasing, deadly.

My hips twitch instinctively.

She licks again, then trails her kisses down the length of my shaft, her fingers lightly massaging my balls.

I groan, tilting my head back.

"What should I do with my tongue?" she asks.

I smirk, running a hand through her hair. "Whatever you want, baby."

She presses a soft kiss to the base, then slowly licks up the entire length, swirling her tongue in slow, wet circles.

She takes me in, her lips stretching around my cock, her tongue coiling around me.

She tries to take all of me, but chokes slightly when I hit the back of her throat.

"Don't force it," I groan, fighting the urge to push deeper. "You're doing great."

She pulls back slightly, her plump lips sliding over me, coating me in warm, wet heat.

Then she picks up a rhythm.

Sucking. Licking. Twirling her tongue.

She starts slow, then gets bolder—hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head, sucking harder.

I lose control.

I grip her hair, guiding her pace, thrusting gently into her mouth.

Her saliva drips down my length, the sloppy, obscene sounds driving me insane.

I can't just sit still anymore.

I pull her up, flipping her body around so she straddles my face.

She gasps.

I grab her hips and drag her down onto my mouth, my tongue immediately diving into her dripping heat.

She cries out, but keeps sucking, her lips stretched around my cock.

I thrust my tongue deep inside her, flicking and curling, matching the rhythm of her mouth on me.

Her moans grow louder, vibrating around my shaft.

I add a finger, then another, pumping harder, deeper, curling them inside her, stroking that spot that makes her squirm.

She suddenly clenches around my fingers—

Her entire body shudders, her thighs trembling against my face.

She tries to keep sucking, but the pleasure overwhelms her—

Her orgasm erupts violently, her body convulsing, her hips grinding into my mouth uncontrollably.

As much as I like her teeth rub and tingle my shaft nerves, I prefer to be in her cave. I turn her body again so her face is facing me. I put both my hands at each side of her face then kiss her hard.

"I want to fuck you real bad now. I want to fuck you all day long. I want you to be my breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, and snacks in between them," I tell her the truth. "It's scary. I never felt this way before. I never knew I'm a sex addict," I gulp my saliva down. "So.. if you mind about it, tell me now so I can leave, because I can't hold it any longer."

She looks at me in the eyes. "Just.. fuck me as many as you like," she hisses with eyes full of desire. This woman..

I munch her lips and penetrate her cave at once. From there, we can not stop. We make love over and over with every positions and styles that are possible. And she is pretty flexible to do all of them.

We moan, groan, scream. I leave love marks all over her body while she leaves scratches on my back and butt. I lost count how many I cum, and my buddy is still craving for her while she also keeps asking for more. So I just keep pounding her until finally I fall asleep on top of her after my last orgasm with my buddy still inside her.

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"Wake up, baby."

A soft whisper in my ear stirs me from sleep. When I open my eyes, I see her smiling brightly in front of me. She's no longer beneath me, though. Instead, she's squatting beside me.

"Hey..." My sleepy brain can only manage that.

"I need to take a bath," she says. She's already wearing a bathrobe, her hair tied up in a bun.

"Can I join you?" I ask.

She leans in and kisses me. "Of course. But I ordered pizza for our dinner. I need you to grab it first, then you can join me."

"Dinner? What time is it?"

"Six," she answers. The last time I checked, it was only 9 AM.

"Is that okay?" she asks, seeking my confirmation.

"Sure. You go ahead and take a bath," I say, then kiss her again.

After she leaves, I slowly get up from the carpeted floor, grabbing my shirt and boxers from the couch. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex. I open the window to let in some fresh air.

To distract myself from my lingering desire, I start tidying up. I return the scattered pillows to their places, grab the cereal bowl and coffee mugs, empty their contents into the trash, and load them into the dishwasher.

The doorbell rings.

I walk to the front door and check the intercom monitor—it's the pizza delivery guy. I open the door, take the large pizza, and hand him a tip.

As I'm about to close the door, I notice a file box on the floor beside it. The attorney's logo is stamped on the lid, and it's clearly addressed to Jennifer. It must be work-related, maybe something sent by a coworker. The box feels heavy.

Balancing the pizza box on top of it, I carry both inside, using my foot to nudge the door shut. I place them on the coffee table.

My stomach growls. I open the pizza box—salami and cheese. Not bad. I grab a slice and sink into the couch.

The dishwasher chimes, signaling that it's done. I ignore it for now, focused on my food.

The room is eerily quiet, except for a faint ticking sound. At first, I assume it's the clock, but then I realize—Jennifer's clock is digital. It doesn't tick.

I listen closely.

The sound is coming from the file box.

My heart pounds. Slowly, I lift the lid, careful not to disturb anything inside. No wires attached to the lid—good.

But the moment I see what's inside, my worst fear is confirmed.

A bomb.

A timer sits on top, counting down.

Shit.

I grab the box, instinctively thinking to toss it out the window. But all her windows have grilles.

30 seconds left.

I act fast, shoving the bomb into the dishwasher before sprinting toward the bathroom inside her bedroom. I slam the door shut.

"Dive!! There's a bomb!!" I yell as I rush into the bathroom.

"What?!?" she exclaims, confused.

With a surge of adrenaline, I rip the bathroom door off its hinges. Holding it over my head, I rush toward the bathtub.

10... 9... 8... I count inwardly.

"Hold your breath and dive under!" I shout, plunging into the tub with her.

3. I lay on top of her.

2. I pull the door over us.

1. BOOM!!!