Dark Desires with Hailee Steinfeld

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #1
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: Fingering, Handjob, Masturbation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


I got home from work that Tuesday feeling the usual post-shift drag, nothing special, just ready to crash and maybe scroll for a bit before dinner. The house was quiet when I walked in, Hailee’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet, so I figured I had at least thirty minutes, maybe forty. I dropped my keys, kicked off my shoes, and headed straight to the living room couch.

I’d been thinking about it on the drive home. Not sure why that day in particular, it just hit me hard. I pulled up the site I’d bookmarked weeks ago, Blacked, thumb hovering for only a second before I clicked play on one of the newer scenes. The thumbnail alone was enough, a slim blonde on all fours, head thrown back, the thick black cock behind her disappearing inch by inch. I hit full screen, turned the volume low but not off, and shoved my jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh.

I sat back, legs spread, and wrapped my hand around myself. Already half-hard just from the preview, I gave a few slow, testing strokes while the opening shots played, her thighs parting, his hands gripping her hips, the slow reveal of how thick he really was. The contrast was fucking hypnotic. Every time the camera lingered on the way her lips gripped him, pale skin flushed pink around a dark shaft.

I started matching the pace on screen. Slow tugs when he eased in deep, quicker, tighter strokes when he started thrusting. The audio was soft but clear, her breathy whimpers, the wet sounds of her taking him, his low groans when she pushed back to meet him. I could feel the precum slicking my fingers, making each stroke smoother, hotter. My breathing turned shallow. I tipped my head back against the cushion, eyes locked on the screen, letting the fantasy take over completely, imagining it was me watching someone else do that to my girlfriend Hailee, someone bigger, someone who could make her sound like that.

I didn’t hear the front door open.

Didn’t hear her keys drop into the bowl, didn’t hear her boots come off in the hall.

I was too far gone, hand moving faster now, slick and steady, balls tightening as the scene built toward the money shot. The girl on screen was on her back, legs hooked wide over his broad shoulders, begging in broken little gasps. I was right there with her, stroking harder, chasing it.

The floorboard creaked right behind me.

My heart slammed into my chest. I froze mid-stroke, cock throbbing in my fist, every muscle locked. The porn kept playing, loud enough that her sharp inhale cut straight through the moans.

I twisted around. Hailee stood in the doorway, coat half-off one shoulder, eyes wide . She was neither angry, nor shocked in the bad way. It was something else. Her lips parted slightly.

“Shit... Hailee, I...” My voice cracked. I started to pull my hand away, fumbling for the remote with the other.

Hailee crossed the room before I could finish the sentence. Sat right next to me, close enough, that her thigh pressed against mine. Her coat slid off completely. She reached over without hesitation, her fingers replacing mine, wrapping around me with perfect pressure.

“Don’t stop watching,” she said, voice low and steady. “Keep your eyes on the screen.”

I swallowed hard. Nodded. Her hand started moving, slow at first, then matching the exact rhythm I’d been using, twisting just a little at the head the way I liked. On screen the girl was coming undone, body shaking as he drove in deep. Hailee’s breathing synced with mine.

“What do you like about it?” she asked, almost casual.

I had to force the words out between gritted teeth. “The size. How full she looks. How she... needs it.”

Hailee squeezed. “You like seeing her stretched like that?”

“Yeah,” I said, hips buckling upwards into her fist. “Fuck, yeah.”

Hailee leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I like it too.”

We didn’t speak much after that. Just her hand working me, the sounds of the video, my own ragged breathing. When I came it was sudden, spilling over her hand while the girl on screen screamed through her own orgasm. Hailee kept stroking through it, gentle now, milking every last drop out of me.

We sat there afterward, neither of us rushing to clean up or turn off the TV. Something had shifted. We both felt it.

Three days later, Friday night, I got back from the gym sooner than expected. The house smelled faintly of her vanilla candle and something sharper, muskier. I dropped my gym bag by the front door and headed down the hall toward our bedroom, already thinking about a shower.

The bedroom door was cracked, just a few inches. Light spilled out, along with a low, unmistakable sound, Hailee's breathing, uneven, punctuated by tiny, needy sounds.

I pushed the door open silently.

Hailee was on the bed, facing away from me, knees bent and spread wide. The laptop sat propped on a pillow between her thighs, screen glowing bright with the same Black site playing a different scene, this time a curvy brunette riding reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as she worked herself down onto a thick black cock, over and over, taking him to the hilt each time. The camera angle was perfect, a close-up on the way her pussy lips gripped him.

Hailee’s right hand was between her legs. Two fingers buried deep inside herself, sliding in and out in slow motions, while her left hand circled her clit in tight, frantic loops. Her hips rolled in time with the girl on screen, small, helpless thrusts, like she was chasing the same orgasmic high. Hailee's back was arched slightly, head tipped back so her hair spilled across the pillow. Every few seconds a soft, broken moan slipped out of her, quiet, almost private, like she didn’t even realize she was making any sound.

I stood there in the doorway, gym shorts suddenly too tight. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched.

She was so lost in it. Completely unaware of me. Hailee's fingers sped up, matching the faster pace on screen. The brunette was riding harder now, ass slapping down, taking every inch with these desperate little cries. Hailee mirrored her, fingers plunging deeper, clit rubbing faster, thighs starting to tremble. Her free hand gripped the sheet. Her breathing turned ragged, little gasps turning into whimpers that matched the video exactly.

I could see everything, the slick shine coating Hailee's fingers, the way her pussy clenched and fluttered each time she pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in, the faint tremor in her inner thighs. My cock was hard, pressing against the fabric, but I didn’t touch myself. I just stood there, drinking it in, the way she was finger blasting herself to the fantasy we’d both admitted to days earlier, the way her body moved like it already knew what it wanted.

Hailee was close. I could tell from the way her hips stuttered, the way her moans turned higher, more frantic. Her fingers curled inside herself, hitting that spot that always made her gasp. On the laptop screen the brunette came, back arching, thighs shaking, crying out as she ground down hard. Hailee’s whole body tensed, legs trembling violently.

That’s when she opened her eyes.

She saw me.

For half a second Hailee momentarily froze, fingers still buried inside her, chest heaving. Then, instead of stopping, she spread her legs even wider. Let me see exactly what she was doing. Let me see how wet she was, how her pussy glistened, how her fingers glistened.

“You’ve been thinking about it too,” I said.

She nodded, breath hitching. “Since Tuesday. I can’t stop. Every time I close my eyes... I see that. Feel it in my head. How thick it would be. How deep it would go.”

I crossed the room slowly, sat on the edge of the mattress. My eyes stayed locked between her legs, on her fingers still moving, slowly now, teasing.

“I keep imagining a real one,” she whispered. “Thick. Heavy. Hot inside me. Stretching me until I can’t think straight.”

I reached out, replaced her hand with mine, slid two fingers in, felt how soaked she was, how she fluttered and clenched around me immediately.

“You want that?” I asked. “To try it for real?”

She arched into my touch. “Yes.”

I curled my fingers, hit that spot that made her gasp. “You want me to watch?”

Her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. “I want you to watch me lose my mind on a big black cock. See how much I can take. See how much I love it.”

I exhaled hard, thumb brushing her clit in slow circles. “Fuck, Hailee.”

Hailee reached down, wrapped her hand around me through the fabric. “You want it too, don’t you? To see me like that. To know I’m getting something you can’t give me.”

I nodded. No point lying anymore. “Yeah. I want to see you take it. Watch you come apart. Hear you beg for more.”

She clenched hard around my fingers. “Then we’re doing it. Soon.”

I kissed Hailee, it was deep, messy, tasting the want and desire on her tongue. My fingers kept moving inside her, faster now, chasing the way her hips rocked against my hand. She came hard a minute later, thighs shaking, moaning into my mouth, whispering broken promises about what we’d find, who we’d find, how it would feel.

When she finally went still, panting against my neck, we stayed tangled together, hearts pounding, already turning fantasy into plans.

It wasn’t just talk anymore. We both knew it. And neither of us wanted to turn back.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #2
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: Blowjob, Interracial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Several weeks had passed since that Friday night in our bedroom, and the air between Hailee and me had thickened with unspoken anticipation. We'd talked about it endlessly, late-night whispers turning into heated sessions where we'd role-play the details, scrolling through profiles on apps we'd downloaded, debating who might be the one to make our shared fantasy real. But we hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Not until tonight.

We'd decided on a nightclub downtown, one of those hot spots with dim neon lights, heavy bass that vibrated through your chest, and a crowd that mixed locals with out-of-towners looking for trouble. It was a Saturday, the kind of night where inhibitions dissolved in the haze of strobe lights and overpriced cocktails. Hailee had dressed to kill, or rather, to ignite. She wore that black halter-neck mini dress we'd picked out together online a few days earlier, the one that clung to her like a second skin. The deep V-plunge dove low between her breasts, framing her cleavage with a daring edge that caught every stray beam of light, making her skin glow against the matte black fabric. Thin straps looped around her neck, leaving her shoulders and upper back exposed, the ruched bodice gathering just right to cinch her waist and accentuate her curves. From there, it flared into a short, playful skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh, swinging with every step and hinting at the smooth, toned legs beneath. She paired it with strappy black heels that added a few inches to her height, making her movements even more fluid and commanding. No bra underneath, the dress's structure held her up just fine, but it left little to the imagination when she moved. She looked confident, seductive, like she owned the room, and I could feel eyes on her from the moment we walked in.

We'd grabbed a booth in the corner, semi-private but with a clear view of the dance floor. I drank a rye and coke, the ice clinking against the glass as I took slow sips, the sharp burn of the whiskey grounding me amid the nightclub backdrop. Hailee had downed a vodka soda quickly, her eyes sparkling with that mix of nerves and excitement we'd both been riding.

"I'm gonna dance," Hailee said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before slipping into the crowd. I stayed put, as we'd agreed, watching, waiting, letting things unfold naturally.

From the booth, I had a perfect vantage point. The dance floor was a sea of bodies grinding to the thumping EDM remix, lights flashing in sync with the beat. Hailee moved like she was born for it, her hips swaying, arms raised as she lost herself in the rhythm of the music. It didn't take long for him to appear, a tall Black guy, broad-shouldered and athletic, with close-cropped hair and a fitted black shirt that hugged his frame. He looked confident, easy in his skin, the kind of guy who drew attention without trying. I just watched as he sidled up behind her, matching her energy with a subtle nod and a smile that she returned over her shoulder.

At first, it was innocent enough, Hailee's back to him, bodies close but not quite touching, syncing to the drop in the music. But then the beat slowed, turned heavier, more sensual, and Hailee leaned back into him. She pressed her ass against his crotch, grinding in slow, deliberate circles that matched the beat of the bass. Her skirt rode up just a fraction, teasing the curve where her thighs met her cheeks, and I could see the way her body molded into his. His hands found her hips first, guiding her movements with a firm grip, thumbs pressing into the ruched fabric at her waist. She arched her back slightly, pushing harder against him, and I caught the subtle shift in his expression, eyes darkening, lips parting as he felt her through the thin layers.

Emboldened, his hands slid lower, cupping her ass with a squeeze that made her gasp, I could almost hear it over the music, or maybe I just imagined it from the way her head tilted back. Her ass was incredible, firm and round from all those squats she did, and he didn't hold back, kneading it like he owned it, fingers digging in deep enough to leave faint imprints on the dress. Hailee didn't pull away, if anything, she ground harder, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs for leverage, pulling him closer. The contrast was mesmerizing, her lighter skin against his darker hands, the way the black dress amplified every touch. His palms roamed upward then, tracing the flare of her hips before sliding to her front, one hand splaying across her stomach while the other ventured higher. He groped her tits boldly, cupping them through the plunging neckline, thumbs brushing over her nipples that I knew were hardening under the fabric. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the dress's stretch let him feel every curve, every responsive peak. Hailee's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she rolled her body against him, encouraging the exploration. From my seat, it was both torture and thrill intertwined, my heart pounding, a mix of jealousy twisting with raw arousal. I wondered if anyone else was watching, if they saw what I saw, my girlfriend, lost in the moment, her body responding to a stranger's touch in ways that made my mind race with possibilities.

The song shifted again, building to a crescendo, and Hailee spun around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level. He was taller, maybe 6'2" to her 5'6" frame and their bodies pressed together. Her tits up against his chest, the deep V of Hailee's dress exposing more skin as she arched into him. They danced like that for a beat, hips grinding in unison, before she tilted her head up and closed the distance.

The kiss started hungry, her lips leaning into his with an urgency that made my breath catch. She parted her mouth immediately, inviting him in, and he took it, his tongue sliding past her lips in a deep, exploratory sweep. It was messy, passionate, all tongue and desire, I could see the way their mouths moved, open and eager, swapping spit in long, wet exchanges that left strings of saliva glistening when they broke for air. Hailee's fingers tangled in the short hair at his nape, pulling him deeper, while his hands roamed her back, dipping low to squeeze her ass again and lift her slightly onto her toes. She moaned into his mouth, I couldn't hear it, but I saw her throat work, her body shudder, and he responded by sucking on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth before releasing it with a slow, teasing drag. Their heads tilted in sync, deepening the angle, tongues dueling visibly in the flashes of light, hers flicking against his, curling around it, pulling back only to dive in again. Spit slicked their lips, making the kiss glisten, and Hailee nipped at his bottom lip playfully before soothing it with another swirl of her tongue. It went on like that for what felt like minutes, intimate, uninhibited, the kind of make-out that screamed pent-up desire. Her skirt hiked up dangerously from his grip, and I shifted in the booth, my drink forgotten, heartbeat thundering as I imagined the taste, the feel, the way she must be soaking through her panties by now.

Finally, they broke apart, both breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She whispered something in his ear, and he nodded with a grin. Hailee glanced my way then, her eyes locking on mine across the room, dark, triumphant, full of promise. She took his hand and led him over to our booth, sliding in beside me while he took the seat across.

"Hey," she said, still a little breathless, her voice carrying that post-kiss huskiness. She leaned into me briefly, her hand on my thigh under the table, a quick squeeze that sent a jolt through me, before turning to him. "This is Eli. We just met on the floor, he's got some killer moves."

I nodded, extending a hand across the table. "Nice to meet you, man." My voice came out steadier than I felt, the rye burning in my gut as I shook his hand, firm grip, calloused palms. Up close, he was even more imposing, sharp jawline, easy smile, the faint scent of cologne mixing with sweat from the dance.

Hailee beamed, her dress still slightly disheveled from their grinding. "Eli, you want a drink? His treat."

He leaned back, eyes looking between us with a knowing glint. "Yeah, sure. Whiskey neat."

Hailee turned to me, her tone casual but laced with that commanding edge we'd been playing with lately. "Babe, go order us a couple? Vodka soda for me, and his whiskey."

I paused for just a second, feeling the weight of her words, the subtle shift in dynamics, her instructing me while she stayed put with him. It hit like a spark, fueling the heat already building low in my gut. My cock twitched at the casual command, the way she’d said it so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, of course,” I managed, voice steady despite the rush of blood in my ears. I slid out of the booth, leaving them alone as I headed to the bar, my mind swirling with the implications, the dance, the kiss, the way this night might end.

The bar was crowded, bodies pressing in, but I barely registered it. All I could picture was Hailee’s lips, the way Eli’s hands had owned her ass on the floor, the spit-slick shine when they’d finally broken apart. By the time I returned with the drinks, rye and coke for me (I’d needed another), vodka soda for her, whiskey neat for him, the conversation had already picked up again. Their heads were close, voices low over the music, and I caught the tail end of her laugh, bright and a little breathless.

I set the glasses down and slid back into the booth beside her. That’s when I saw it, they were making out again. Hailee had turned toward him, one hand on his thigh under the table, the other cradling the back of his neck. Their mouths were locked in that same hungry, open-mouthed pace from the dance floor, tongues sliding visibly, wet and unhurried. I could hear the soft, slick sounds over the bass thump, the way she sucked gently on his lower lip before diving back in, the faint pop when they separated for air only to crash together again. Eli’s hand was on her bare shoulder, thumb stroking the sensitive skin where the halter strap met her neck, while his other hand rested high on her thigh, fingers disappearing under the flared skirt. Her dress had ridden up dangerously, the ruched bodice straining slightly as she leaned into him, tits pressing against his chest. I sat frozen for a long moment, drink in hand, watching them devour each other like I wasn’t even there. The jealousy twisted sharp, but the arousal burned hotter, my jeans felt painfully tight, my pulse hammering in my throat.

Finally Hailee pulled back, lips glistening, cheeks flushed dark under the neon lights. She turned to me, eyes glassy and triumphant, a slow smile curling around her mouth. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then spoke in that low, husky post-kiss voice. “Babe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my knee, “we were talking when you went to get the drinks. Eli would really love to come and see our place... or well, the bedroom anyways.”

The words landed like a punch, direct, shameless, exactly what we’d fantasized about for weeks. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the fresh drink. Eli watched me over the rim of his glass, expression calm but expectant, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. I felt exposed, turned on, a little dizzy. “Yeah?” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “You cool with that?”

Eli nodded once. “If you two are.”

“Oh we are.” Hailee answered.

We stayed another twenty minutes, small talk, surface-level stuff to keep the energy from boiling over too fast. Eli told us he was in town for work, a personal trainer who traveled for client consultations. Hailee asked about his gym routine, laughing when he flexed playfully. I asked about the city, about favorite spots, anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling too far ahead. But the undercurrent was electric, every time Hailee shifted, her skirt rode higher, every time Eli leaned in to speak, his hand brushed her bare arm or thigh. My rye tasted like fire, and I couldn’t stop picturing what was coming.

Eventually Hailee finished her drink, set the glass down. “Let’s get out of here.”

I drove. Hailee insisted on the backseat with Eli, said the front was too cramped for three, and I didn’t argue. The ride was about twenty-five minutes across town, late-night streets quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional streetlight sliding over the windows. I kept my eyes on the road, but the rearview mirror became my lifeline. In it, I watched everything.

They started slowly, her hand on his knee, his arm draped across the back of the seat. Then she leaned in, kissed his neck, soft at first, then open-mouthed, sucking gently on the skin below his ear. Eli groaned low, head tipping back against the leather. Hailee’s hand moved higher, palming him through his jeans, and I saw the outline of his cock thicken under her touch. She whispered something I couldn’t hear, and he chuckled, deep and rough. Then she was undoing his fly, careful but eager, pulling him out. Even in the dim light I could see how thick he was, heavy, veined, already glistening at the tip. Hailee made a soft, appreciative sound, stroked him a few times, then lowered her head.

The first wet slide of her mouth over him was unmistakable, and once it started, Hailee didn’t rush. She treated it like something sacred and filthy all at once, savoring every inch as if she’d been fantasizing about this exact moment for weeks.

Hailee began with just the head, lips wrapping snug around the thick crown, tongue flat and broad as she swirled circles over the slit. Eli groaned through his teeth, hips jerking once before he forced himself still. Hailee hummed in approval, the low vibration traveling straight down his shaft. In the rearview mirror I caught the way her eyes fluttered half-closed, lashes dark against her cheeks, completely focused on him. She sank down another inch, then another, cheeks hollowing slightly as she created suction, slow pull back, then deeper on the next descent. Her lips stretched visibly around his girth, the corners glistening as spit began to gather.

Hailee pulled off with a soft, wet pop, only to drag her tongue along the underside from base to tip in one long, dragging stripe. The vein there throbbed under her attention, she traced it with the point of her tongue, flicking teasingly at the frenulum before taking him back in. This time she went further, halfway down, then more, until the head nudged the soft back of her throat. Eli groaned deep in his chest, fingers flexing in her hair, not really pulling, just anchoring himself as she held there for a beat, breathing through her nose, letting her throat flutter around him.

When she finally eased back, a thick string of saliva connected her lower lip to his glistening cock. Hailee didn’t wipe it away, instead she used it, stroking him firmly with her right hand, twisting at the head while her left cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Spit dripped in slow, shiny trails down his shaft, coating her fingers, making every pump slick and audible. The car filled with the wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick of her hand and the softer, obscene slurp when she dove back down.

She varied the pace now, fast, shallow bobs that focused on the sensitive head, then long, slow descents that took him deeper each time. On one particularly deep thrust, her nose brushed his pubic bone, she gagged softly, throat convulsing, but didn’t pull off. Instead she held, eyes watering slightly, then swallowed around him once, twice, the muscles rippling in a way that made Eli’s head fall back against the seat with a choked “Fuck.”

Hailee moaned in response, long, needy, the sound muffled around his cock. Eli thighs tensed, abs contracting under his shirt. She pulled back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You taste so good,” she murmured, barely audible over the engine hum, before sucking him back in with renewed hunger.

I had to force my eyes back to the road. Every red light was agony, thirty seconds of stolen glances in the mirror, her head bobbing steadily now, cheeks flushed, hair falling forward in messy strands that Eli gently tucked behind her ear. His hand guided without forcing, fingers threaded through the lengths, occasionally tightening when she did something particularly devastating with her tongue. Spit had dripped down to his balls, her hand worked the base in tight, twisting strokes while her mouth focused higher, lips sealed, tongue relentless.

She edged him like that for what felt like forever, bringing him close, then slowing, pulling off to kiss and lick the shaft, tracing every vein, sucking gently on the head until pre-cum beaded again and she lapped it up with kittenish flicks. Eli’s breathing had turned ragged, low curses spilled from him in between groans. “Shit... just like that... fuck, Hailee...”

At one point she took him all the way again, nose to pelvis, throat working around him in slow paced swallows. She held longer this time, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she didn’t break. When she finally pulled off, gasping, a thick rope of spit and pre-cum stretched between her lips and his cock before snapping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him, wrecked and proud, then dove back down for one final, sloppy series of bobs, fast, wet, noisy, until his hips stuttered and he gripped her hair tighter.

“Not yet,” Hailee whispered, pulling off completely with a final, teasing suck on the head. “I want to feel you inside me first.”

Eli exhaled, head lolling back. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Hailee sat up slowly then, lips puffy and shiny, chin glistening, eyes dark and glassy when they met mine in the rearview. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then gave me that small, wicked smile. “Come on, babe.”

We pulled into our driveway moments later. The porch light was the only illumination. Hailee slid out first, dress still hiked high on her thighs, hair mussed from his fingers. Eli followed, adjusting himself with a wince, cock still visibly thick against his jeans. I killed the engine, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #3
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Interracial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Inside, the house was quiet, lights low from the lamp we’d left on. We kicked off shoes in the entryway, mine, hers, his, scattering them haphazardly. Hailee took Eli’s hand again, fingers interlaced, leading him toward the hallway. Halfway down she paused, turned back to me. Her voice was soft but carried that same firm, commanding edge from the club, now sharpened by everything that had happened since.

“I want one-on-one time with him first,” she said, eyes locked on mine. “Just us in the bedroom. So we can fuck. You can wait out here... or watch from the door if you want. But I need this part alone with him, to feel him stretch me, to come on his cock without holding back.”

The words landed heavy, final, irrevocable. Jealousy knifed through me sharp and bright, but the arousal drowned it, my cock throbbed painfully, untouched since the club. Images flooded in, her legs spread wide on our bed, his darker skin against hers, the way she’d moan when he bottomed out, deeper than I ever could.

I nodded once, throat too tight for more than a rasp. “Okay. I’ll... be here.”

She stepped close then, rose on her toes, and kissed me, tasting faintly of vodka, sweat, and him. Her tongue brushed mine once, sharing the lingering flavor, before she pulled back. “Good boy,” she whispered against my lips, the praise hitting like a spark straight to my spine.

Then she turned, took Eli’s hand again, and disappeared down the hall. The bedroom door closed shut behind them.

The bedroom door stayed closed, but the sounds carried easily through the thin walls of our small house, every creak, every breath, every wet collision. I stayed on the couch for the first stretch, hands pressed to my thighs, trying to steady my breathing while my cock strained against the denim like it had a mind of its own. The waiting was agony and ecstasy braided together, knowing she was in there, naked, legs spread for him, letting him do things I’d only ever watched in porn or imagined during our late-night talks.

Then the sounds sharpened.

The mattress springs gave a long, complaining groan as weight shifted. Hailee’s voice came first, soft, almost reverent.

“God... look at you.”

A low chuckle from Eli, deep and confident. “You sure you’re ready for all this?”

“I’ve been ready since the club.”

Fabric rustled, probably the last scraps of her dress finally hitting the floor, maybe his shirt following. Then the bed dipped again, harder this time. Hailee let out a shaky exhale that turned into a moan the moment skin met skin.

From inside the room, the perspective shifted to theirs.

Eli knelt between her thighs, condom already rolled on, his thick shaft resting heavy against her lower belly. Hailee lay on her back, legs splayed wide, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the deep V of her dress was long gone, leaving her breasts bare and flushed, nipples tight and dark against her skin. She reached down, wrapped her fingers around him, not quite able to close them fully, and stroked once, slow, feeling the weight and the veins pulsing under her palm.

“It’s bigger than I pictured,” she whispered, half to herself. “Thicker. Longer. Fuck.”

Eli braced one hand beside her head, the other guiding himself to her entrance. He rubbed the head through her slit, slow, teasing, coating himself in the slickness that had been building since the dance floor. Hailee’s hips lifted instinctively, chasing contact.

“Please,” Hailee breathed. “Don’t tease.”

He pressed forward.

The stretch was immediate and obscene. Hailee’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the thick head breached her, parting her pussy lips wide. Her inner walls fluttered, trying to accommodate him, clenching and releasing in helpless little spasms. Eli paused halfway in, letting her adjust, watching her face with focused eyes.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “Let me in.”

She nodded frantically, nails digging into his biceps. “Keep going... I want all of it.”

He sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips finally met hers and he was buried to the root. Hailee’s back arched off the bed, a long, trembling moan escaping her lips.

“Oh my god... Eli... you’re so fucking deep. I can feel you everywhere.”

He stayed still for a moment, letting her feel the full pressure, the way he throbbed inside her, stretching her open in a way she’d never quite experienced. Then he rolled his hips in grinding circles that dragged every ridge along her inner walls.

Hailee’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck... yes... just like that...”

Eli started to move.

Slow at first, long thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Each thrust made a wet, sucking sound as her pussy gripped him, reluctant to let go. Hailee’s hands roamed, clawing at his shoulders, sliding down to grip his ass, urging him deeper. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Please... I can take it.”

He obliged.

The pace built, steady, powerful thrusts that rocked her entire body. The headboard knocked against the wall. Hailee’s moans turned louder, more desperate, words tumbling out between gasps.

“You’re so much bigger... stretching me so good... fuck, I’ve never been this full... don’t stop, don’t you dare stop...”

Eli shifted his angle, hooking her legs over his shoulders. The new position drove him even deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out sharply. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, he leaned down, caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked her.

Hailee’s hands flew to his head, holding him there. “Yes... suck them... bite them... fuck, Eli...”

He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder. His hips never slowed, deep, punishing thrusts that slapped wetly against her ass. Sweat slicked their skin, the room smelled of sex.

“I’m gonna come, on your cock, gonna come so hard,” Hailee cried out in pure pleasure, from Eli's big beautiful black cock.

Eli drove harder, faster, chasing her orgasm. “Come for me, Hailee. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze.”

She convulsed.

Her back bowed, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned vocal, high, broken cries that echoed down the hallway. Her walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses, milking his length as wave after wave crashed through her. Eli groaned, hips stuttering, fighting to keep thrusting through her spasms.

When she finally collapsed, panting, he slowed but didn’t stop, long, lazy pumps of his cock now, drawing out her spasming body.

“Turn over,” he said, voice rough.

Hailee obeyed immediately, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips. Eli positioned himself behind her, one hand on her lower back, the other guiding himself back inside.

The new angle made Hailee gasp again. “Oh fuck... yeah... right there...”

He fucked her from behind, deep, steady, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Hailee buried her face in the pillow, muffling her moans, but they still leaked out, raw, needy, filthy.

“Harder... pound me... use me...”

Eli gave Hailee what she asked for, snapping his hips forward, balls slapping against her skin with every thrust. The bed shook,  the headboard thudded louder. Hailee reached back, spreading herself wider for him.

“I want you to come,” she begged. “Cum hard, fill that condom up for me.”

Eli’s rhythm faltered. His grip tightened, breath coming in harsh pants. “Fuck... gonna cum... gonna fill this rubber up."

He buried himself deep one last time, hips pressed up against her ass as he came, long, pulsing spurts that made the tip of the condom swell inside her. Hailee whimpered at the heat, the pressure, the way she could feel every throb through the thin latex, even if it wasn’t spilling directly into her. She clenched around him, milking the last bit of his release.

They stayed like that for a long moment, Eli draped over her back, both of them breathing hard, before he slowly pulled out. Hailee collapsed forward with a soft, satisfied moan, the used condom still clinging to him as he peeled it off carefully and tied it off.

A beat of silence.

Then Hailee's voice drifted through the door.

“...Babe? Come here.”

I stood up on unsteady legs, and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.

The night we’d been talking about, for weeks on end, had finally arrived. And it was only just beginning.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #4
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Sexting
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


After Hailee’s night with Eli, everything shifted in ways that were subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. We didn’t stop being us. We still did the things that had always anchored our relationship, Sunday brunches at that little spot downtown, long drives with the windows down blasting playlists we’d made together, late-night hikes when the trails were empty and the stars felt close enough to touch. I’d still catch her stealing fries off my plate at dinner, and she’d still roll her eyes and laugh when I made the same dumb jokes. Those moments stayed exactly the same, comfortable, loving, totally ours.

But underneath all of that, something new had taken root.

Hailee couldn’t stop thinking about it. About being stretched, the depth, the way she’d felt so utterly filled in a way she never had before. She didn’t hide it from me. In fact, she made sure I knew, whispering it against my ear during sex, texting me filthy little updates when I was at work, showing me screenshots of the Blacked scenes she’d been rewatching late at night when I was asleep. And the truth was, I loved this new version of her. The way her eyes would glaze over when she talked about it, the way her voice would drop an octave, the way she’d get visibly wet just describing how much bigger he’d felt. It turned me on more than anything ever had, watching my girlfriend become quietly, shamelessly obsessed with black cock.

So we leaned into it.

We downloaded Tinder on her phone together one evening after dinner. She set up a profile while curled against my side on the couch, photos we’d picked out carefully, one of her in that black halter mini dress from the club night, another in a tight sports bra and leggings from a hike, a candid of her laughing with her hair messy from the wind. Bio short and direct, “Curious, open-minded, and very into contrast. Let’s talk.” In her settings, she adjusted the preferences so only Black men showed up in her stack. We spent the next few nights like teenagers with a new toy, her swiping, me watching over her shoulder, both of us commenting.

“That one’s got nice arms,” she’d say, pausing on a gym selfie.

“Too skinny,” I’d counter, and she’d laugh and swipe left.

“Fuck, look at this guy’s jawline,” Hailee murmured, tilting the phone so I could see the profile pic better. “I bet he’s hung.”

We’d message back and forth together at first, but after a while she took over, typing faster, getting bolder. She’d read the dirtiest replies out loud to me in bed, voice low and teasing, watching my cock twitch every time she said things like “I’ve been craving something thick and dark lately” or “I keep thinking about how deep you’d go.”

A few days in, she locked onto one guy in particular.

Malachi.

Thirty-one, freelance photographer, 6’3”, dark skin, short fade, and a quiet intensity in his profile pics that made Hailee’s thumb freeze on the screen. His shots were artistic, moody black-and-white self-portraits, cityscapes at golden hour, a few shirtless mirror selfies that showed lean muscle and the thick outline of what he was packing even through sweatpants. His first message was confident but not cocky, “That dress is criminal. You look like you need to be ruined.” Hailee had grinned, typed back immediately, and the conversation never really slowed down after that.

By the time we were in the bedroom that Friday night, they’d been texting nonstop for three days.

The room smelled like lavender and vanilla from the candles flickering on the dresser. Soft instrumental music drifted from the Bluetooth speaker, slow, ambient, the kind that made everything feel warmer. Hailee lay face-down on the bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, hair twisted up in a messy topknot, arms folded under her cheek. I knelt beside her, straddling her thighs, warming a generous pump of unscented lotion between my palms before smoothing it over her shoulders.

Her skin was warm, soft, still carrying the faint scent of her body wash from earlier. I worked in slow circles, thumbs pressing into the knots along her shoulder blades, then gliding down the elegant line of her spine. She sighed, melting deeper into the mattress.

“God, your hands are magic,” she murmured.

I smiled, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. “You deserve it.”

She hummed in agreement, then reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up her face in soft blue as she opened the chat with Malachi.

I kept rubbing, long strokes down her back, kneading the small of her waist, then fanning out over her hips, while she scrolled through the latest messages.

“He’s asking what I’m up to tonight,” she said, voice low and already thickening with want. She tilted the phone so I could see.

Malachi: What you wearing rn, gorgeous?

Hailee: Tiny black lace panties. My boyfriend’s rubbing lotion all over my back and ass. His hands are everywhere but all I can think about is you.

Malachi: Fuck. That pussy’s already dripping while he touches you, isn’t it?

Hailee bit her lip, typed fast.

Hailee: Soaked. I’m just picturing your cock. That pic you sent yesterday has me obsessed. I keep replaying how thick and long it looked, that fat head leaking. I need you to stretch my pussy until I’m screaming.

Malachi: You've been obsessing over this dick? Wanting it balls-deep in that greedy pussy?

Hailee: Every second. I want you to come over tomorrow and wreck me. Pin me down, choke me with that thick black cock down my throat, then flip me over and pound me raw until I’m creaming and begging for more.

Malachi: Are you gonna be alone for me? I want that pussy all to myself.

Hailee glanced back at me over her shoulder, eyes dark and mischievous. “He wants to know if I’ll be alone tomorrow.”

I swallowed, thumbs pausing on her lower back, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. “Tell him the truth. I’ve got the evening shift at the restaurant, won’t be home till after midnight.”

She nodded, turned back to the phone, and typed.

Hailee: Yes. My boyfriend works the evening shift tomorrow, he’s out till late. The place will be all mine. You can come over and fuck me however you want, as long as you want. No interruptions.

Malachi: Good girl. I’m gonna slide in slowly at first, let you feel every thick inch splitting that cunt open. Then I’m gonna fuck you stupid, deep, hard, relentless, until you’re shaking and squirting all over my dick.

Hailee moaned softly, hips rocking back against my hands. My cock was hard against her ass now, she could feel it, grinding subtly as I kept massaging.

Hailee: I want that so bad. I’m gonna gag on that monster of a cock first, take it all the way down my throat until my eyes water. Then I want you to bend me over the bed, spread me wide, and rail me from behind until I’m dripping down my thighs and begging you to keep going.

Malachi sent another photo, his cock again, this time gripped tighter, veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip, the head swollen and glossy. It looked even bigger in this lighting, intimidating in the best way.

Hailee’s breath caught hard. “Jesus... look at this thing. It’s going to destroy me tomorrow.”

I leaned over her shoulder to see. My stomach flipped, jealousy and hunger twisting together in that perfect, familiar way. “Yeah... that’s gonna stretch you good.”

Hailee didn’t answer with words. Instead she angled the phone down, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and slid them to mid-thigh. Her pussy was visibly swollen, lips puffy and slick, a thin string of arousal connecting her pussy lips when she spread them.

She hit record on her phone, this one twenty seconds this time, pure filth.

Her fingers parted her lips wide, showing the glistening pink inside. Two digits plunged in deep, pumping slowly at first, then faster, the wet squelch loud in the room. She curled them hard, hitting that spot that made her toes curl and her back arch, then pulled out and rubbed frantic circles over her clit. A needy, broken whimper escaped her right before the clip ended, “Malachi... come ruin this pussy tomorrow... I’m so fucking ready for you...”

Hailee sent it without hesitation.

The reply came in under twenty seconds.

Malachi: Fuckkkk. That cunt is begging to be bred. I’m gonna choke you with this dick, make you drool all over it, then flip you over and pound you until you’re a shaking, squirting mess. You’re gonna take every inch and thank me for stretching you out like the slut you are.

Hailee: Yes please. I want to feel you go so deep I can’t breathe. I want to come so hard on that thick black cock that I soak the sheets. Tomorrow night, my place, just me and you. I’ll leave the door unlocked.

Malachi: Address. Now. I’m already stroking my cock to that video. Gonna save up every drop for that greedy pussy.

She typed our address quickly, hit send, then dropped the phone onto the sheets and rolled onto her back beneath me.

Hailee reached up, pulled me down by the neck, and kissed me hard, tongue deep, desperate, tasting like pure need.

“Fuck me now,” she breathed against my lips when we broke apart. “Fuck me while I imagine him tomorrow. While I picture that monster cock having its way with me while you’re at work.”

I shoved my sweatpants down, lined up, and sank into her soaked heat in one rough thrust. She was drenched, clenching around me like a vice, but her mind was already miles ahead, lost in the promise of Malachi’s size, his roughness, the way he’d make her scream in ways I never could while I was stuck pouring drinks and bussing tables.

I lined up, rubbed the head through her slick folds once, coating myself in her arousal, then pushed in. She gasped, as the first few inches sank into her wet pussy. She was so wet, so ready, that I slid in with no resistance, bottoming out in one long, smooth glide. Her walls fluttered around me immediately, still throbbing from the edging she’d done for the camera.

“Fuck,” I groaned against her neck, hips flush to hers. “You’re dripping for him.”

Hailee’s nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes... thinking about that thick black cock tomorrow... how much bigger he is... how he’s gonna stretch me wider than you ever could...”

I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch of cock drag along her walls, then thrust back in, harder this time, deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with the low ambient music and the faint flicker of candlelight. She moaned loud, unfiltered, head tipping back so her throat was exposed. I kissed it, sucked lightly, then bit down just enough to make her whimper.

“Tell me,” I groaned, starting a steady rhythm, long thrusts that hit deep every time. “Tell me what you want him to do to you.”

"I want him to choke me with it first... shove that fat head past my lips until I’m gagging, drooling all over it... then flip me over, spread my ass, and slam in from behind... pound me so hard the bed shakes... make me squirt all over his dick while you’re at work...”

Each word made me thrust harder, the jealousy and arousal twisting into something feral. I could picture it too clearly, her bent over our bed, face buried in the sheets, ass up, Malachi’s hands gripping her hips, that monster cock disappearing into her over and over while she screamed his name. The image burned behind my eyes, made my balls tighten dangerously fast.

“God... yes... fuck me like he’s gonna fuck me... harder...”

I gave it to her, snapping my hips forward, the headboard starting to knock against the wall in time with my pace. Sweat slicked our skin, Hailee's tits bounced with every impact, nipples hard and begging. I leaned down, caught one in my mouth, sucked hard while I pounded into her, tongue flicking over the peak.

Hailee’s hands flew to my hair, holding me there. “He’s gonna be so much thicker... gonna split me open... I’m gonna come so hard on that big black cock... gonna soak the sheets for him...”

The words hit like a punch. My control frayed. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, balls drawing up tight. I fucked her faster, rougher, chasing the edge while she kept whispering filthy promises, how she’d beg Malachi to go deeper, how she’d clench around him, how she’d scream when he bottomed out in places I couldn’t reach.

It was too much.

The thought of her tomorrow, alone in our bed, legs spread wide, that thick black cock stretching her, filling her, making her come in ways I never could, snapped something inside me.

I buried my face in her neck, hips stuttering, and came harder than I ever had in my life.

It hit like a freight train, long, pulsating jets of cum that flooded her, each spurt so intense it made my vision blur. I groaned low and broken against her skin, hips jerking uncontrollably as I pumped everything I had deep inside her. Hailee clenched around me, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same moment, a sharp cry tearing from her lips as she soaked us both.

“Tomorrow,” Hailee whispered, “he’s going to make me come even harder than that... and you’ll come home to me still dripping from him.”

I exhaled shakily, still buried inside her, already half-hard again just from the thought.

The candles burned lower. The music looped on.

Her phone buzzed once more on the nightstand, Malachi, no doubt, confirming the time, telling her how many times he planned to make her cum.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy, and knew one thing for certain.

Tomorrow night, while I was stuck at the restaurant wiping tables and ringing up checks, Hailee would be getting exactly what she’d been craving.

To Be Continued

[NikMorningstar]

I've been wanting to read a story like this with Hailee for years and this was incredible!

Please, you have to continue with this, this has enough material for many more chapters!

[TheLW]

Thanks NikMorningstar, I'm glad yoi're enjoying this series, and yes I plan on continuing this series, as I already have stuff planned out for the next two chapters.

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #5
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Choking, Cuckold, Interracial, Rough Sex
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.


Malachi arrived at 8:00 p.m. sharp, the digital clock on his dashboard ticking over the exact second as he killed the engine in the driveway. The house was quiet from the outside, lights dimmed in the front windows, a single warm glow spilling from what must have been the living room. He stepped out of his black SUV, locked it with a soft beep, and walked up the short path to the front door. No knock. Hailee had told him the door would be unlocked, and it was.

He turned the knob, pushed it open, and stepped inside.

The entryway was lit by the hallway lamp. The air smelled faintly of vanilla body lotion and something muskier, arousal, anticipation, the subtle perfume of a woman who had spent the afternoon preparing herself. Malachi closed the door behind him and slipped off his shoes, and moved forward into the living room.

Hailee was waiting.

She stood near the center of the room, illuminated by the soft glow of the floor lamp in the corner and the overhead light she’d dimmed to a gentle amber. The lighting played across her skin and the intricate black lace of her teddy, turning the sheer fabric into something almost liquid. The garment was a delicate, high-neck halter style with thin crisscross straps that met at the nape of her neck, leaving her shoulders and most of her back bare. A deep, daring keyhole plunged from the halter neckline all the way to just below her navel, exposing the smooth valley between her breasts and the curve of her stomach. The lace itself was ornate, dense floral patterns that clung to her curves like a second skin, opaque enough in the right places to tease, sheer enough elsewhere to reveal the dark shadow of her areolas and the faint outline of her hardened nipples.

From the waist, the teddy flared into a short, flirty peplum skirt of the same intricate lace, ending high on her thighs and swaying gently with every breath she took. Beneath it, she wore nothing, no panties, no thong, nothing to interrupt the smooth lines of her hips or the shadowed promise between her legs. Her long, dark hair was loose and slightly tousled, falling in soft waves over one shoulder, her makeup was subtle, smoky eyes, nude lips that looked bitten, a faint flush already high on her cheekbones.

She didn’t speak at first. She simply stood there, letting him look, letting the silence stretch until it felt electric.

Malachi stopped a few feet away, eyes roaming slowly from her face down the length of her body and back up again. His jaw tightened once, visibly. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough-edged with immediate want.

“Fuck, Hailee. You weren’t kidding about being ready.”

She smiled, small, knowing, a little wicked, and took one slow step toward him. The lace peplum shifted, brushing the tops of her thighs.

“I told you I’d be waiting,” Hailee said softly. Her voice carried that same husky edge she’d used in her voice messages, the one that had kept him hard for the entire drive over. “Door unlocked. Just like I promised.”

He closed the distance in two strides, stopping just close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. Up close, he was even taller than his photos suggested, broad shoulders filling out a fitted black Henley, dark jeans, the faint scent of cedar and clean skin rolling off him. He reached out, brushed the backs of his knuckles down the bare skin of her arm from shoulder to elbow, raising goosebumps in their wake.

“You look like pure sin,” he murmured. “That little lace thing... barely covering anything. You been wet all day thinking about this?”

Hailee’s breath hitched when his fingers grazed the outer curve of her breast through the sheer lace. “Since the second I sent you that video last night. I’ve been aching for you.”

Malachi’s hand slid lower, skimming the keyhole opening, fingertips tracing the inner swell of one breast without quite touching her nipple. “Show me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Hailee reached down, caught the hem of the short peplum skirt, and lifted it slowly, high enough to reveal the smooth, bare lips of her pussy already glistening in the soft lamplight. No panties. Just slick, swollen, ready.

Malachi exhaled roughly through his nose. “Jesus. Look at that pretty cunt. Already dripping for this dick.”

He stepped closer, crowding her until her back met the edge of the couch. One large hand cupped the back of her neck, thumb stroking along her jawline, tilting her face up to his. The other hand slid between her thighs, not teasing, not gentle, just two thick fingers parting her folds and gliding through the wetness in one long, stroke.

Hailee’s knees buckled slightly, she gripped his forearm for balance, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Sensitive already?” he asked, voice dark with amusement and hunger. His fingers circled her clit once, twice, then plunged inside, deep, curling, stretching her open just enough to make her gasp.

“Yes, fuck, I've been touching myself all afternoon... thinking about you... about how much bigger you are...”

Malachi withdrew his fingers slowly, brought them to her lips. “Taste how wet you are for me.”

Hailee opened her mouth without hesitation, sucking his fingers clean, tongue swirling around them the way she planned to do to his cock in a few minutes. Her eyes never left his.

When he pulled his hand free, he leaned down and kissed her, tongue sliding deep like he already owned every part of her. Hailee melted into it, hands fisting the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, hips rocking shamelessly against the growing bulge in his jeans.

The kiss deepened, grew messier. Tongues tangled in slow, wet slides, he sucked on hers, then let her chase his, drawing it into her mouth with gentle pulls that made him groan. Hailee nipped his lower lip, soothed it with a flick of her tongue, then dove back in, open-mouthed, hungry, sharing breath and spit in long, lingering exchanges. When they finally broke apart, both were panting, lips swollen and shiny.

“Bedroom,” he asked, voice pure gravel. “Now.”

Before Hailee could step away, Malachi moved fast. He bent at the waist, hooked one arm behind her knees and the other around her lower back, and scooped her up in a fireman’s carry, tossing her over his broad shoulder like she weighed nothing. Hailee yelped in surprise, the sound dissolving into a breathless laugh as her world tilted. Her torso draped down his back, breasts pressed against the hard plane of his shoulder blades, the short peplum skirt of her teddy riding up to expose the full curve of her ass.

“Which way?” he asked, voice low and amused, one big hand splaying possessively across the small of her back while the other palmed the underside of her ass cheek, fingers digging into soft flesh.

“Down the hall,” Hailee managed. “To the right, last door.”

Malachi didn’t hesitate. He started walking, long strides eating up the hallway, each step jostling her body against his shoulder. His free hand roamed freely now, squeezing the plump globe of her ass hard enough to leave faint red imprints, then delivering a sharp, open-palmed slap that echoed off the walls. Hailee gasped, the sting blooming red. He soothed the spot immediately, rubbing circles with his hand, then slapped again, harder this time, the crack ringing out louder.

“Fuck, this ass is perfect,” he muttered, voice thick with want. Another squeeze, fingers spreading her cheeks slightly so cool air kissed her exposed pussy. “So round. So fuckable. Been thinking about bending you over and spanking it red since I saw your pics.”

Hailee smirked, thighs clenching instinctively around nothing. “Do it,” she breathed, voice muffled against his back. “Spank me. Mark me. Make it sting so I feel you tomorrow when I sit down.”

Malachi nodded in approval. He gave her three more sharp slaps in quick succession, left cheek, right cheek, then dead center where the heat met her dripping core. Each impact made her jolt forward against his shoulder, breasts bouncing, nipples scraping lace against his shirt. The sting layered into a throbbing warmth, she could feel herself leaking down her thighs, slick trails cooling in the hallway air.

By the time he reached the bedroom door, Hailee's ass was beat red, tingling, every nerve singing. Malachi kicked the door open with his foot, stepped inside, and lowered her onto the bed, letting her slide down the front of his body so she felt every hard inch of him on the way. Her feet hit the floor first, then her calves, thighs, hips brushing the thick outline of his cock through his jeans as she descended. When she was finally standing again, pressed flush against him, she tilted her head back to meet his eyes.

Malachi didn’t give her time to speak. He kissed her again, deeper, filthier than before, tongue plunging in like he was fucking her mouth, one hand fisting her hair at the nape to angle her head exactly how he wanted. Hailee melted into it, hands sliding under his shirt to claw at his back, hips grinding shamelessly against the bulge pressing into her stomach.

Eventually, he broke the kiss. “On your knees,” he ordered.

Hailee dropped without so much as a second thought, sinking to the carpet in front of him. The short peplum skirt flared up around her hips, exposing the flushed cheeks he’d just spanked and the slick shine coating her inner thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, eyes wide, lips already parted in anticipation.

Malachi stepped closer, fingers threading into her hair, holding her steady as she worked the button and zipper of his jeans with trembling hands. When she tugged his jeans and boxers down together, his cock sprang free, thick and heavy. Up close it was even more intimidating than the photos, long enough to reach the back of her throat before she could take it all, girthy enough that her fingers couldn’t close around the base.

She wrapped both hands around the base, still couldn’t close her fingers fully, and gave a slow, reverent stroke from root to tip. Another bead of pre-cum welled up immediately, she leaned in and lapped at it with her tongue, savoring the salty taste before opening wide and taking him inside.

Her lips were forced apart around the fat crown, corners of her mouth pulling tight as she sank down the first thick inches. She moaned low in her throat, the sensation going straight through him. Malachi exhaled sharply, hips twitching forward on instinct, feeding her another inch.

Hailee tried to take more, relaxing her jaw, breathing through her nose, but even halfway down, the head was already nudging the soft back of her throat. She gagged wetly, a choked, gurgling sound escaping around his girth. Tears sprang to her eyes almost immediately, saliva flooded her mouth, spilling from the corners in thick, shiny rivulets that dripped down her chin and onto her chest.

She didn’t pull off.

Instead she pushed forward another fraction, throat convulsing around him in helpless little spasms. Her gag reflex kicked hard, another wet, choking gag, louder this time, her body jerking as she fought to keep him in. Spit bubbled at her lips, poured out in messy strings, coating his shaft and dripping onto her breasts until the black lace of her teddy clung transparently to her skin, nipples visible and hard beneath the soaked fabric.

Malachi groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. “That’s it, baby. Choke on it. Let me feel that throat squeezing me.”

Hailee’s eyes watered harder, mascara starting to run in faint black streaks down her cheeks. She held him there as long as she could, maybe five seconds, before the need for air won out. She pulled back with a loud, wet pop, gasping, coughing, thick ropes of spit and pre-cum stretching from her swollen lips to his glistening cock before snapping and falling onto her chin.

Malachi didn’t let her catch her breath fully. He gripped the base of his shaft and slapped the heavy, spit-slick length across her cheek, not once, not twice, but three times in quick succession. The wet smacks echoed in the quiet room, each impact left a shiny streak of drool on her skin. Hailee whimpered, mouth open, tongue lolling out instinctively, chasing the cock that kept slapping her face.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough with lust. “Drooling like a good little slut. Can’t even take half of it without choking.”

He slapped her other cheek, harder this time, then dragged the head across her parted lips, smearing more spit and drool over them like gloss. Hailee moaned, leaning forward again, tongue flicking out to lap at the underside as he teased her.

“Please,” she croaked, voice hoarse and wrecked already. “More. I want to choke on it again.”

Malachi smirked.

He guided her head forward, letting Hailee feel every inch as she stretched her mouth wider. She took him deeper than before, maybe two-thirds now, the head bullying past her soft palate and into the tight ring of her throat. Her gag reflex fired immediately, hard, wet, choking gurgles that made her whole body jerk. Tears streamed freely down her face, spit poured from her lips in thick, messy torrents, dripping onto her knees, the carpet, his balls. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even try, her throat spasming helplessly around the intrusion, milking him in rhythmic, involuntary contractions.

Malachi held her there, hips rocking shallowly, fucking her throat in tiny, controlled thrusts. Each one drew another choked gag, another flood of drool, another helpless whimper muffled around his girth. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in as her vision blurred from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming fullness.

When he finally pulled out, the withdrawal was obscene, a long, wet slurp followed by a thick gush of spit that poured from her mouth and splattered onto her chest. Hailee coughed, gasped, sucked in ragged breaths, strings of saliva hanging from her chin like webs.

Malachi gripped his cock again, now completely coated in her thick, glistening spit, and slapped her face once more, left cheek, right cheek, then across her open mouth so the head landed on her tongue with a wet smack. She moaned, tongue chasing him, trying to suck the tip back in even as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Again,” he ordered.

Hailee dove forward without hesitation, taking him deep once more. Same result, immediate gag, choking sounds, throat fluttering wildly around him, spit flooding out in messy waves that soaked her breasts, her stomach, the lace teddy clinging wetly to every curve. She couldn’t take it all, never quite managed to bury her nose against his pelvis, but she tried every time, pushing herself until her body rebelled with another hard, wet gag, until tears streamed and drool poured and her throat ached from the stretch.

Malachi pulled her off after the third round, cock throbbing, slick and shining with her spit. He slapped her face one last time, gentler now, almost affectionate, then hauled her up by the arms.

Hailee's legs shook when she stood, mascara tracks ran down her cheeks, lips swollen dark red, chin and chest drenched in thick ropes of saliva. She looked utterly wrecked, and completely blissed out.

“Bed,” he growled. “Ass up. I’m fucking that dripping pussy next, while you’re still choking on your own spit.”

Hailee turned immediately, crawling onto the mattress on all fours, arching her back, reaching back to spread herself wide, showing him the ass cheeks he’d spanked earlier, the soaked, lips of her pussy on display.

Malachi stepped up behind her, the thick, spit-slick length of his cock still throbbing in his grip. Hailee was perfectly presented—knees wide on the mattress, back arched sharply, face pressed to the sheets. The redness from his earlier spanks glowed vividly against her skin, her pussy was swollen, lips parted and glistening, inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing in needy, visible pulses. A thin trail of her arousal had already dripped down the inside of one thigh.

He dragged the head of his cock through her folds once, coating himself in her wetness, letting the slick mix with the thick saliva still clinging to his shaft. Hailee whimpered, hips rocking back instinctively, chasing more contact.

“Ready to take the rest of me?” he asked.

Hailee nodded frantically against the sheets. “Yes, please, fuck me, stretch me out.”

But before he pushed in, Malachi’s hands moved to the delicate lace of her teddy.

His fingers hooked under the thin crisscross straps at her shoulders. The fabric was already soaked through from her drool, clinging transparently to her breasts, outlining every hard peak of her nipples, but it was still in the way. He didn’t ask. He didn’t ease it off.

He ripped it.

The thin straps tore with a sharp, satisfying snap, one after the other. The halter neckline gave way instantly, the keyhole opening widened as he yanked downward in a single, forceful pull. The ornate floral lace stretched, then split along the side seams with a loud rrrrip, the sound echoing in the bedroom. Hailee gasped, the sudden violence of it sending a fresh jolt straight through her body.

Malachi didn’t stop. He gripped the ruined fabric at her waist and tore it the rest of the way, ripping the peplum skirt portion clean off in one brutal tug. The lace shredded easily under his hands, pieces fluttering to the mattress like dark petals. What was left of the teddy hung in tatters around her torso, torn straps dangling uselessly, the front panel split open to expose her breasts completely, the bottom half shredded and useless. He shoved the remnants aside impatiently, leaving her entirely naked except for the faint red handprints on her ass and the glistening trails of spit and arousal streaking her thighs and chest.

Hailee moaned at the destruction, raw, needy, her body trembling with fresh want. Being stripped like that, the delicate lingerie she’d chosen specifically for him reduced to useless scraps in seconds, made her feel utterly claimed.

“Much better,” Malachi growled, voice rough with satisfaction. He ran both hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, then squeezed hard, spreading her wider still. “Now I can see everything I’m about to ruin.”

He slapped his cock against her clit once, hard, making her entire body jolt forward with a sharp whimper. Then again. And again. Each wet smack sent sparks racing up her spine, her pussy clenched visibly, more wetness leaking out to drip onto the sheets.

Malachi dragged the head across her slit one final time, coating himself thoroughly, then lined up at her entrance.

“Beg for it,” he ordered, pressing just the tip inside, enough to stretch her opening, not enough to satisfy.

Hailee’s voice cracked on the words. “Please... fuck me... please shove that big black cock inside me... stretch me out... ruin me for my boyfriend... I need it... I need you to fill me up so deep I can’t think properly.”

Malachi thrust forward in one long, relentless slide.

The motion was brutal and exquisite, her pussy walls parting wide around his girth, fluttering helplessly as he sank deeper and deeper. Hailee cried out, the sound muffled into the sheets, hands fisting the fabric as her body struggled to take him. He didn’t stop until his hips met her ass, buried to the root, every thick inch stretching her to the absolute limit.

“Fuck,” he groaned, holding still for a long second to let Hailee feel it all, the pressure against her cervix, the way her pussy clenched and spasmed around him in frantic little pulses. “So fucking tight. This cunt was made for this dick.”

Hailee could barely speak, only let out broken whimpers and gasps as her body adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. Tears of pleasure pricked her eyes, her thighs shook.

Then Malachi started moving.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, letting her feel the drag of every ridge, every vein, before slamming forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. The bed creaked under the force, Hailee’s cry was high and shattered. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, deep, powerful thrusts that rocked her entire body forward with each snap of his hips. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by her choked moans and his low growls.

“Take it,” he snarled, one hand sliding up her spine to fist her hair, yanking her head back so her back arched sharper. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you’ve been aching for all week, isn’t it?”

“Yes... fuck... yes... harder... don’t stop.”

Malachi gave it to her, faster, deeper, hips snapping forward with punishing force that drove every last bit of air from Hailee’s lungs in sharp, broken gasps. The bedframe rattled against the wall, each thrust buried him to the hilt, the thick base of his cock stretching her lips wide, the swollen head kissing her cervix with bruising precision. Sweat slicked their skin, her thighs trembling around his waist, as she tried, and failed, to keep any semblance of composure.

Hailee’s voice was raw and unfiltered, words spilling out between moans and whimpers like she couldn’t hold them in anymore.

“He’s, fuck, he’s never been this deep,” she gasped, head thrown back, throat exposed as Malachi’s hand slid up to collar her neck. “My boyfriend... he’s not even close to this big. Not even half this thick. He can’t, ahh, can’t fuck me like this. Can’t make me shake like this.”

Malachi’s grip tightened just enough, fingers firm around the delicate column of her throat, thumb pressing against her, not cutting off air completely but restricting it, making every inhale feel earned. Her eyes fluttered, a fresh rush of wetness coating his cock as the pressure on her windpipe sent sparks racing down her spine.

“Keep talking,” he growled, yanking her hair back with his other hand so her neck arched further into his palm. The pull on her scalp made her whimper louder, pussy clenching hard around him in helpless spasms. “Tell me exactly why you needed this dick tonight.”

Hailee’s words came out slurred, desperate, filthy, every syllable punctuated by the wet slap of his hips meeting hers.

“I love big black cock,” she confessed on a broken moan, voice shaking as another deep thrust punched the breath out of her. “I fucking love it. I’ve been obsessed since Eli, since I felt what a real cock can do. My boyfriend tries, he really does, but he’s... he’s so small compared to you. So thin. He never fills me like this. Never hits that spot that makes my legs shake. I need this, need to be stretched, need to be ruined, need to feel like I’m being split open every time I come.”

Malachi’s fingers flexed around her throat again, squeezing in time with a particularly brutal thrust that made her entire body jolt. Hailee’s eyes rolled back for a second, mouth falling open in a silent scream before she found her voice again.

“I was born for this,” Hailee panted, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Born to be a BBC slut. Born to take thick black cock and come screaming on it. I can’t stop thinking about it, about how much bigger you are, how much deeper you go. I want to be your personal whore. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, until I’m dripping your cum, until I forget what anything smaller ever felt like.”

Each confession seemed to spur him on. Malachi’s pace turned feral, hips pistoning faster, the bed creaking dangerously under them. He released her hair only to slap her ass once, hard, then gripped the back of her neck again, using the hold to yank her up so her back pressed flush to his chest. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, Hailee cried out, one hand flying back to clutch his forearm while the other braced against the mattress.

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice gravel-rough against her ear. His hand on her throat squeezed tighter, controlled, cutting her air just enough that her next words came out high and strained.

“I’m a slut for big black cock,” she choked out, voice wrecked and trembling. “Your slut. I love it, love how full you make me, how you stretch me until it hurts so good. My boyfriend could never, fuck, could never make me come like this. I need big black cock. I need it every day. I need you to ruin me for anyone smaller.”

Malachi groaned, low and primal, the sound vibrating through her back. He released her throat just long enough for her to drag in a desperate breath, then clamped down again, harder, timing the squeeze with a series of short, brutal thrusts that hammered her g-spot relentlessly.

Hailee shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a freight train, whole body seizing, walls clamping down on him in vicious, rhythmic pulses. A high, keening scream tore from her throat despite the pressure on her windpipe, wetness gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, dripping onto the mattress in hot, messy spurts. She squirted hard, once, and then a second time, each wave forcing another choked cry from her lips as Malachi fucked her through it without mercy, drawing out every shudder, every clench, every broken sob.

When the aftershocks finally began to fade, he eased the grip on her throat but didn’t let go completely, kept his fingers there like a collar, reminding her who owned her in that moment. Hailee sagged forward, gasping, trembling, mascara-streaked cheeks wet with tears and sweat.

Malachi slowed his thrusts, long, deep motions now, letting her feel every inch dragging along her oversensitive walls.

“Good girl,” he murmured against the shell of her ear, voice thick with satisfaction. “Took it so well. Still clenching around me like you never want me to leave.”

Hailee whimpered, pushing back weakly against him, voice hoarse and small. “Don’t leave. Not yet. I want more. I want everything you’ve got.”

He chuckled then kissed the side of her neck where his fingers had left faint red marks.

“Oh, Hailee,” he promised. “We’re nowhere near done.”

He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and sank back inside with a single, devastating thrust.

Hailee’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open and letting out another shriek, as he started fucking her again, deep, relentless, hand returning to her throat, hair gripped in his other fist, pulling her head back so he could watch every expression cross her wrecked face while he claimed her completely.

The night was still young.

And Malachi intended to make good on every filthy promise she’d just confessed.

To Be Continued

[TheLW]

Dark Desires #6
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Creampie, Cuckold, Interracial, Masturbating, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only


I closed the front door at 12:47 a.m.

The house was quiet except for the steady, creak of the bedframe and the unmistakable slap of skin on skin coming from down the hall. I dropped my keys into the bowl, louder than intended, and kicked off my work shoes.

My heart was already hammering, I’d known what I was walking into since Hailee’s 10:30 text: "He’s here. Come to the bedroom when you’re ready. I love you."

No teasing. No emojis. Just the permission to witness what she’d been craving all week.

I walked down the hallway. The bedroom door stood ajar. I pushed it wider with two fingers.

They didn’t stop.

Hailee was on her back in the center of our bed, legs hooked over Malachi’s shoulders, folded nearly in half. The shredded black lace teddy lay in ruined pieces across the sheets and floor, straps torn, keyhole ripped open, peplum skirt nothing but tattered scraps. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her throat and chest were flushed, faint red fingerprints blooming where he’d choked her earlier. Mascara tracks ran down both cheeks, her lips were swollen, chin still shiny with dried spit.

Malachi was braced over her, one forearm planted beside her head, the other hand collared loosely around her throat, not squeezing now, just holding it. His hips snapped forward in deep, hard thrusts, each one driving a choked moan from Hailee’s open mouth. No condom. Just raw, bare skin meeting skin, his thick dark shaft disappearing into her over and over, glistening with her arousal.

They noticed me almost simultaneously.

Hailee’s pleasure-drunk eyes found mine first. Her mouth fell open wider, a fresh whimper escaping as Malachi bottomed out again.

“Baby...” she gasped, voice wrecked and hoarse from hours of moaning and screaming his name over and over again. “You’re home...”

Malachi didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked her harder, eyes looking to me over his shoulder, a slow, smug smirk forming across his lips.

“Evening,” he said casually, never breaking pace. “She’s been telling me all about you.”

I stood in the doorway, cock already straining painfully against my work pants, stomach twisting with jealousy, humiliation, and aching arousal.

Hailee reached one trembling hand toward me. “Come closer,” she begged. “Stand right here and watch. You can jerk off if you want, baby. Touch yourself while he fucks me. I want you to see how much better he feels.”

Malachi chuckled low, leaned down, and latched onto one of her tits, sucking hard on the swollen nipple, tongue flicking over the peak while his hips kept pistoning. Hailee arched into his mouth with a sharp cry, fingers threading into his short hair to hold him there.

“Look at him, baby,” she panted, eyes locked on mine even as Malachi switched to the other breast, sucking greedily, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper. “Look how much bigger he is. His cock is so much longer... so much thicker. See how deep he’s hitting? He’s stretching me wide open, way wider than you ever could. You’re... you’re not even close to this, baby. Your dick is cute, but it’s nothing compared to his. He’s ruining me... and I love it.”

Each word landed like a knife and like gasoline on the fire already burning inside me. Malachi groaned against her breast, sucking harder, leaving a dark red mark around her nipple before pulling off with a pop.

“She’s right,” he said to me, voice rough but conversational, hips still snapping forward. “Your girl’s pussy is gripping me like a vice. She’s never been this wet for you, has she?”

Hailee shook her head frantically. “No... never. I’ve never come this hard. Never squirted like I did tonight. He made me squirt three times already, three times, baby. You’ve never done that. You can’t. Because you’re not big enough. Not thick enough. Not deep enough.”

Malachi’s hand slid from Hailee's throat to her hair, yanking her head back so she had to look up at him while he spoke to me.

“She begged me to go raw in our text exchanges,” he told me, smirking. “Begged me to fill her up. Said she wanted to feel every drop when I came inside her.”

Hailee nodded, tears slipping free. “I did. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed to be filled by a real cock. By big black cock. I’m sorry, baby... but it’s true. I love it. I love being his little slut. I love how full he makes me feel.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand moved to my zipper almost on its own. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my fist around myself, and started stroking, fast, desperate, eyes locked on the obscene sight of Malachi’s thick shaft disappearing into my girlfriend over and over, stretching her lips wide, pulling out creamy and glistening each time.

Hailee watched me jerk off while Malachi fucked her, her eyes filled with lust and something softer, love, maybe, twisted with shame.

“Come closer,” she whispered. “Watch him finish. Watch him cum inside of me.”

Malachi’s pace turned erratic, hips stuttering, thrusts growing shorter, harder. He leaned down again, latched onto her breast once more, sucking hard while his hand returned to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Hailee’s back bowed, a high, broken shriek tearing from her lips as another orgasm ripped through her, inner walls clamping down on him, body shaking violently.

Malachi groaned against her skin, hips locking forward, burying himself to the hilt. He came with a long, low growl, throbbing deep inside her, thick spurts of gooey cum flooding her unprotected. Hailee sobbed through her climax, legs trembling, nails digging into his shoulders as she felt every hot jet of spunk fill her.

They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, sweat-slicked, hearts pounding, before Malachi slowly pulled out.

His cock glistened with their combined mess, a thick bead of cum leaked from Hailee’s swollen, gaping entrance, dripping down her ass to pool on the sheets. She looked utterly wrecked, tits marked with red suck-bruises, throat fingerprinted, pussy flushed and leaking, body still trembling with aftershocks.

She looked at me then, eyes soft, wrecked, overflowing with love and possession all at once.

“Baby...” she whispered, reaching for me. “Come here. Please.”

I moved without thinking, climbed onto the bed, knelt between her spread thighs, stared down at the beautiful, ruined mess Malachi had left inside her.

Hailee cupped my face with both hands, pulled me down, and kissed me, soft, slow, tasting of salt and sex and him.

“I love you,” she said against my mouth. “Now eat me. Clean me up. Taste what he left in me.”

She guided my head down gently but firmly. I didn’t resist. I lowered myself between her thighs, pressed my mouth to her swollen, dripping pussy, and licked.

The taste hit me immediately, salty, musky, thick with both of them. Malachi’s cum coated my tongue, as I lapped at her sex mound, pushing inside to scoop out every drop. Hailee moaned softly above me, fingers threading into my hair, hips rocking gently against my mouth.

“Good boy,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Clean your girlfriend’s pussy after a real man filled it. Taste how much he came in me... how deep he went.”

Malachi watched from the side of the bed, arms crossed, satisfied smirk on his face as I ate the creampie he’d just left inside her, slow, thorough, humiliating, and utterly intoxicating.

When I finally lifted my head, lips shiny, chin wet, Hailee pulled me up and kissed me again, deep, tasting herself and him on my tongue.

“I love you,” she said again, softer this time. “Thank you for letting me have this.”

But she wasn’t done teasing.

She glanced down at my still-hard cock, smaller, leaking, desperate, then back at Malachi’s thick, softening length resting against his thigh.

“Baby,” Hailee said sweetly, stroking my cheek with her thumb, “look how small you are next to him. Even soft, he’s longer and thicker than you get when you’re rock-hard. That’s why I can’t stop thinking about him. That’s why I came so many times tonight. He’s so much bigger, so much better. You’re sweet... you’re mine... but you’ll never satisfy me like he does. You’ll never make me moan like he does. You’ll never make me shake like he does.”

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth, then said... “And you love that, don’t you? Knowing I’m ruined for small cocks now. Knowing I’m addicted to big black cock. Knowing that any time I fuck you from now on, I’ll be thinking about how much thicker and longer he is... how much deeper he goes... how much harder he makes me come.”

I shuddered, cock twitching in her hand.

Hailee smiled, slow, cruel, affectionate.

“That’s okay, baby,” she murmured, stroking me gently. “I still love you. And I still want you to fuck me... even if it’s just to feel how sloppy and stretched out I am after a real man has already been inside me.”

She guided my hand to my cock, then spread her legs, showing me the thick white cum still leaking from her ruined pussy.

“Fuck me now,” she whispered. “While I’m still dripping with him.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I positioned myself between her thighs, slid into her slick, cum-filled pusst in one thrust, and felt the humiliating, intoxicating truth of every word she’d said.

She was looser. Wetter. Warmer.

“See?” she whispered against my ear as I started to move. “That’s what a real cock does to me. That’s what you’ll never be able to do.”

I came almost immediately, hard, helpless, spilling into the mess Malachi had already left.

Hailee kissed my temple, stroked my hair, and held me close.

“I love you,” she said again, voice soft and sincere.

And in that moment, wrecked, humiliated, loved, I believed her.

To Be Continued

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