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Justina's POV

I know I look like a whore. But I can't help it.

All these days of dodging and running have just been me lying to myself. I thought I was okay—convinced myself that if I buried the thoughts deep enough, they'd disappear. But I was wrong. I was just suppressing, stuffing the tension into some dark corner of my mind. Now it's seeping out through the cracks, poisoning everything.

I'm scared. Terrified. Because if I fall, the loss will be far greater than any fleeting pleasure I might steal. These few seconds of satisfaction… they won't last. But the damage? That would be permanent.

When I saw him again today, standing there with that unreadable calm expression, my breath caught. My heart clenched. Like a dam breaking. Like something primal pushing its way to the surface.

The best I could do was sit quietly and pretend I was invisible. Maybe if I said nothing, moved little, I could survive the evening.

But I couldn't.

The moment he said, "I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight," and smirked—barely, subtly—I felt it. That dangerous flicker. Was he enjoying this?

No. No, Dexton loved my sister. He showed it. He was good to her. Kind. Present. A doting husband and soon-to-be father.

And yet…

He turned off the comedy show he'd been watching and replaced it with a porn video—just like that. Calm, casual, like it was nothing. I stared, mouth dry. But unlike last time, I didn't wait for an invitation. All my hesitation? Gone. Blown away by that smile and the quiet storm inside me.

I stripped off my panties, leaving just my nightdress on. I shifted into a comfortable position beside him, pretending like I was only here for the video. We said nothing for a while. The first clip was average. I didn't feel anything, neither of us reacted much.

But the second one?

Ten minutes in, and my hands were already exploring, fingertips teasing my nipples, my clit in slow, timid circles. The images were hot, sure—but it was him I was watching. Not the screen. Him.

The soft slapping of skin beside me broke my trance. I turned. His hand. His cock. He was stroking it, shameless, confident. I should've looked away—but I couldn't.

"You might as well take a picture, Justina," he said, voice low and hoarse.

My heart jumped. "Huh?"

"I've caught you staring for a while now." His smirk was full of wicked amusement.

"No, I— you... I wasn't..." I stammered. "Sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Relax," he said smoothly. "It's normal to be curious."

He groaned as he stroked himself, hips lifting slightly in rhythm. "If you want... you can touch it."

I blinked. "Wait… what?"

His eyes never left mine. "Only if you want to. No judgment. Promise."

It sounded absurd. Unreal. But his voice was so understanding, so calm—like he wasn't saying anything shocking at all. Just a casual offer between adults.

"Can I really... touch it?" My voice was barely a whisper. I couldn't believe I was asking.

He smiled gently. "Don't be scared, Justina."

He moved closer. His hand slid onto my thigh, warm and soft, sending tingles all over my body. "I won't bite."

"Uh... I'm not sure if I should..."

"I can see how much you want to," he whispered, interrupting my spiral of doubt. His fingers stroked higher, melting my thoughts. "Let me help you."

Before I could protest, he guided my hand over his cock. It was hot and thick in my palm, twitching slightly.I gripped him softly at first, then stroked slowly, savoring the texture and heat.He growled dangerously and I felt my core tremble with anticipation, it was at this moment that I throw all the cation to the wind letting my lust guide me.if what I am doing is not right then let the judgement come later as of now will just let this burning desire consume me wholly. Having came to this decision I grew bolder and my movements turns from hesitation to a well practiced stroking.

His hand rose higher, brushing past my folds—light, teasing touches that made my hips jerk.

"Aahh… mmh…"

"How does that feel, Justina?" His voice was thick with lust.

"Big… aah… mmhh… hard… hot…"

He chuckled, breathless. "Guess that's what happens when I've been this pent up... Shit, girl, you're so good at this."

"Uuh… is this good?" I asked, lips parted, voice soaked in desire.

He didn't answer with words. His fingers dipped lower, grazing my wetness, and I gasped.

"Aahh is this good" I ask wanting a praise. Don't blame I have a praise kink the more praises showed on me the more aroused I usually get

"Yeah you are doing great....oh shit just there" his groans and my moans are not low but they are not high either so they are drowned by the tv voices. It was like a perfect cover.

"it feels like forever since the last time I had something other than the warm doll...oohh yes" he threw his head back for a moment before going full grind. His left hand kept on rubbing my pussy while his other slowly creeped to my nipple and he started playing with it. I go weak against all the stimulation

' shit this is ten times better than Sean,I feel like exploding'

As I move my hand up and down that veiny hard dick that was now wet with precum I had a sudden impulse and with a mischievous smile on my face I shift my position so that I am now facing Dex directly.

"You know since I am doing this then I can just do this right" with that I go down on my knees and take his hard manhood into my mouth,his cock was not on the big size per say but it was thick. The length was perfect for me as I swallow all of it at a go, I don't gag during blowjobs,I can feel his hot dick up in my throat as it squeezes the life out of me, his precum tasting salty.

"Damn it oooh... Justina you..." He stammers for a good while while holding a groan as I continue to move with a teasing pace then I remove it from my mouth entirely

"What should I stop?" I ask with a smirk on my face, I stroke the tip of his dick and he takes in a sharp breath in his eyes turning a shade darker

"Oh you.... don't.... don't stop...you vixen"his voice was almost cut off at times making a simple sentence sound like a century."your mouth knows it's job quiet well Justina".

Getting the response that I want I put back the hot manhood into my mouth. Squeezing and licking from top to balls,then grazing it with my teeth delicately makes him become a growling mess.

His hips jolted again as I sucked him harder, the veins throbbing against my tongue. Each groan that escaped his lips only made me wetter, needier. His fingers, now bolder, slipped under the hem of my nightdress, trailing up my thighs like he owned them. Then—finally—they reached the slick mess between my legs.

"Oh fuck... you're dripping," he growled, like he'd just uncovered treasure.

His fingers rubbed in slow, deliberate circles over my clit. My moan vibrated against his cock, making him buck into my mouth.

"Shit, Justina, your mouth... and that pussy…" His voice was raspy with hunger. "It's like you were made for this."

I whimpered around his cock as he pushed a finger inside me, curling it slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of me.

"Don't stop… please," I breathed out when I pulled away for a second. I needed air. Just enough to moan. "It feels so damn good…"

"You're so fucking tight… and hot. God, what have you been doing to me?" he said, rubbing my clit with his thumb while fingering me deep. "This mouth… this body... I've been trying to forget it for weeks."

The fire building inside me was too much. My hands trembled as I reached for his balls, fondling them gently while continuing to suck with slow, wet strokes. I wanted him crazy. Out of control. I wanted to ruin his mind like he was ruining mine.

Suddenly, he tugged at my hips and pulled me up toward him.

"Come here," he said, eyes dark and commanding. "I want to taste you."

Before I could react, he lay back on the sofa, pulling me over him until my thighs straddled his face. I hovered just above his mouth, heart thudding wildly, as his cock pointed upward—still glistening, still desperate for attention.I breathed, already dripping on him.

"Let me eat you while you suck me off like that again," he growled. His voice so erotic

I didn't argue.

I lowered my hips, and the second my pussy met his mouth, I moaned loud and raw. His tongue was ruthless—lapping, sucking, flicking over my clit with a hunger that nearly made my legs give out.

"Oh fuck, Dexton… aahhh—yes, yes, right there…" My voice was broken with whimpers and gasps as I took him back into my mouth, resuming the blowjob in this filthy, perfect position.

He groaned into me, the vibrations sending waves through my body.

"Mmmh... taste so sweet… Justina, fuck, you're insane…" he muttered between tongue strokes.

His fingers spread me open wider, diving deeper as he devoured me like a man starving. His fingers brushes past a spot inside me and I yelped with pleasure,

"Yeah that's the place Dex" seeing my reaction he kept on going in and out until he hit it again,I tried to keep my rhythm on his cock—up and down, licking the underside—but I was falling apart. I couldn't stop shaking. I was so close. His tongue went to my clit and started sucking and I almost fall over due to all the strength leaving me at that moment but his grip on my hips is strong enough to prevent it.

"God, your pussy's squeezing me already… are you gonna cum?" he said, fingers now thrusting fast, curling expertly. "You're trembling, baby."

"Dexton… I-I can't… it's too much—fuck, I'm gonna—!"

"Do it. Cum for me. All over my mouth."

That was it. The orgasm hit me like a thunderclap—my entire body convulsed, hips grinding on his face, mouth slipping off his cock as I cried out his name in pure ecstasy.

Still trembling, I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn't done.

He pulled me down lower, groaning, "My turn."

I barely had time to recover before he shifted me to the side, sat up, and stroked himself fast—slick and furious.

"I'm gonna cum, Justina… you want it?"

"Y-Yes… please, cum for me."

He growled, jerking harder. "Fuck—yes—shit, I'm—!"

With a deep groan, he exploded, thick spurts painting his abs and lower chest. He lay there breathing hard, eyes half-lidded, face flushed with pleasure.

For a few seconds, silence fell—just our shallow breaths, the hum of the TV still playing nonsense in the background.

Then, his voice cut through softly. "We'll pretend this didn't happen."

I blinked, swallowing hard. My body was still aching, sensitive. 'this was not supposed to happen in the first place but why....why am I feeling suffocated,why do my tears threaten to fall down and why is my heart squeezing me so tight'

"Okay," I whispered, not trusting my voice to say more.

He sat up, wiped himself with the towel on the armrest, and stood like nothing had happened.

I walked quietly to my room, heart heavy with emotions I didn't want to name. Because no matter how good it felt, I knew we were both crossing lines we couldn't uncross.