Hospital Debauchery

Serena's emerald eyes twitched, a sharp flicker of panic slicing through the foggy haze of her midnight resolve like a cold blade. The soft knock she'd just delivered still reverberated in her ears, a damning echo that amplified the gravity of her impulsive act.

Standing there in the dim hallway, her lacy black lingerie clinging to her sweat dampened skin like a second layer of temptation, she felt exposed, vulnerable, the sheer fabric barely containing the heavy swell of her breasts, the thin straps digging into her shoulders, the high-cut bottoms riding up to accentuate the curve of her ass and the damp heat between her thighs.

What the hell was she doing?

Ethan lay asleep just rooms away, his steady breaths a reminder of the life she'd chosen, the ring on her finger a cold weight against her heated flesh. Her heart slammed against her ribs, a traitor pounding out a rhythm of desire and dread, and she spun on her heel, bare feet whispering urgently against the cool hardwood, desperate to flee back to the safety of her bed before the door could open and drag her into the abyss of no return.

But it was already too late, the door creaked ajar with a soft, inevitable groan, and a strong, calloused hand shot out like a predator's strike, fingers wrapping around her slender wrist with a firm, unyielding grip that sent an electric jolt straight to her core.

Serena gasped, a breathy sound that escaped her parted lips as she was yanked inside, the motion swift and commanding, her body stumbling forward into the dimly lit guest suite.

The door swung shut behind her with a resounding click, sealing them in a cocoon of forbidden intimacy, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal and lingering cologne, woodsy, masculine, intoxicating. Moonlight slanted through the half-drawn curtains, casting ethereal silver glows across the king-sized bed.

It was Devon, of course towering over her, his broad frame clad only in loose black boxers that did little to hide the thick bulge straining against the fabric, the outline of his hardening cock pressing insistently forward. His chiseled torso was bare, every ridge of his abs and the defined v of his hips gleaming in the low light, sweat-slicked from whatever fevered dreams had plagued him.

His dark hair was tousled, and his piercing eyes those deep, predatory pools locked onto her with raw, unbridled lust, devouring her form from the flushed tips of her nipples peeking through the lace to the slick sheen of arousal already glistening between her thighs.

He stood mere inches away, his body heat enveloping her like a furnace, making her pussy throb with need, her breath coming in shallow, ragged pants as she stared up at him, her emerald eyes wide and glued to his, mirroring the hunger that burned in his gaze.

Devon's lips crashed down onto hers first, a ferocious, claiming kiss that devoured her mouth, his tongue thrusting in with urgent demand, tangling with hers in a wet, sloppy dance that left her moaning into him. His hands roamed her body possessively, one cupping the back of her neck to tilt her head for deeper access, the other sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing the plump flesh hard enough to make her gasp.

"I've been waiting for you ," he growled against her lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated straight to her clit, his breath hot and ragged.

He backed her up slowly toward the bed, their bodies pressed flush, his rock-hard cock grinding against her , each step a torturous tease as his mouth trailed fiery, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, sucking hard enough to leave red marks that would bloom into bruises by morning.

Serena's hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the taut muscles as waves of heat crashed through her, her nipples hardening to aching peaks against the lace. They stumbled together, lips never parting, tongues fucking each other's mouths with desperate fervor, until the back of her knees hit the bed.

Devon broke the kiss just long enough to hook his fingers into the delicate straps of her lingerie, his eyes dark with feral hunger as he yanked the fabric down in one swift motion. The silk tore slightly at the seams, pooling at her feet in a discarded heap, leaving her completely exposed, her full, heavy breasts heaving with each breath, nipples erect and begging for attention, her shaved pussy glistening with arousal, the swollen lips parted slightly, dripping with need.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with lust, his cock twitching visibly in his boxers.

He dropped to his knees before her, his strong hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide with a commanding shove that made her whimper. His breath ghosted over her soaked folds, teasing her clit before his tongue dove in, flat and firm, lapping at her entrance with greedy strokes that had her hips bucking wildly. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in tight, relentless circles, humming against her sensitive flesh as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading them to expose her fully. Serena's head fell back, a loud, throaty moan tearing from her lips as pleasure exploded through her core, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Oh fuck, Devon, I've missed this so much," she cried, her voice breaking on a sob of ecstasy, her pussy gushing fresh wetness onto his tongue.

"No one eats my pussy like you, fuck, you're the only one who makes me this wet, this desperate. God, yes…suck it harder!"

Devon obliged, turning her world upside down with ruthless expertise, his tongue plunging deep into her cunt, fucking her with wet, sloppy thrusts while his thumb rubbed frantic circles on her clit. He alternated between devouring her and nipping at her inner thighs, leaving love bites that stung with delicious pain, his free hand sliding up to pinch and twist her nipples, rolling the hard peaks until she was writhing, incoherent babble spilling from her lips. "Devon—oh shit, right there, don't stop—fuck, I'm gonna cum, please, harder, yesyesyes—" Her body arched like a bowstring, thighs quivering around his head as the first orgasm crashed over her, a gushing flood of juices coating his chin and lips, her screams echoing off the walls.

What Devon had always loved about Serena was how vocal she was, her cries were raw and unfiltered, urging him on like fuel to his fire, her filthy pleas and moans making his cock throb painfully with need.

He didn't give her a moment to recover, rising to his feet and shoving off his boxers in one fluid motion, his massive cock springing free, thick as her wrist, veined and pulsing, the head slick with precum, curving slightly upward in a way that promised to hit every sensitive spot inside her.

Serena's eyes widened, her pussy clenching at the sight, but a fleeting thought of Ethan pierced the haze his sleeping form, the betrayal unfolding just walls away. Guilt flickered, hot and sharp, but it was instantly drowned in the tsunami of pleasure as Devon flipped her onto the bed, her ass in the air, and slammed into her from behind in one brutal thrust.

His cock stretched her tight pussy to its limits, filling her completely, the sensation so intense it bordered on pain, making her scream into the pillows.

"Fuck, Serena," he groaned, his hands digging into her hips, bruising the soft flesh as he set a savage rhythm, pounding into her with deep, relentless strokes that slapped against her ass, the obscene wet sounds of her dripping pussy echoing like a filthy soundtrack. Pleasure overshadowed everything, the guilt, the consequences her mind a blank slate of ecstasy as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping her clit with each drive, his cock hitting her G-spot with precision that made stars explode behind her eyelids. "Take it, baby take every inch of my cock," he snarled, spanking her ass with sharp cracks that left red handprints, the sting amplifying her pleasure.

Orgasms came in relentless waves, left and right, her body convulsing as she came again, squirting around his cock, juices soaking the sheets and his thighs, her screams muffled into the mattress:

"Devon fuck me, own me, yes… I'm cumming so hard, don't stop!" He flipped her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration, his thrusts turning feral, his hand wrapping around her throat with just enough pressure to make her vision blur with bliss.

She clawed at his back, nails drawing blood, her pussy spasming around him as another climax shattered her, her voice hoarse from calling his name over and over.

In her master suite down the hall, Marianne's eyes snapped open, the distant noises infiltrating her sleep like an insistent drumbeat thuds, moans, the rhythmic creak of a bed under assault. At first, she dismissed it with a shake of her head, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She rolled over, pulling the covers tight, ready to surrender back to slumber. But then, a name, gasped out in raw ecstasy.

"Devon! Oh fuck, Devon—yes!" Marianne's eyes widened in shock, her body freezing as disbelief warred with the evidence assaulting her ears.

No, it couldn't be Serena.

Refusing to accept it, denying the betrayal unfolding under her roof, she bolted from the bed,and dashed out of her room, bare feet pounding the hallway in a frantic sprint toward the guest suite, her heart racing with a cocktail of horror and fury, her eyes blazing as the truth dawned in all its scandalous glory.