since i've been loving you.
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I said you had the nerve to tell me
You didn't want me no more, yeah
I open my front door, hear my back door slam
You know, I must have one of them new fangled

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POV: Hector White.

That's it, I'm not stopping anymore. She'd pushed me to my limit, and I couldn't ignore the aching arousal that twisted my stomach. Blood pumped to my neck, making my skin burn as I watched her face wrinkle. I tasted her wetness with pride, grabbing her breast as my cock fought for space in my pants. Her intense orgasm made her tremble, and her slim, soft body was as vulnerable as a blossomed flower.

Jesus, I was so hard that it was almost painful.

I climbed on top of her, feeling her hot body against mine. Her soft skin felt way too young for my hands, but her reactions to my touch were just so genuine that I couldn't imagine her with anyone else. I looked at her for a few seconds, and she returned my stare with her watery, reddened, and desperate eyes.

As I unbuckled my pants with one hand, my mind weighed heavy with a tumultuous cascade of thoughts. Regret coursed through me as I acknowledged the impropriety of my actions. Her youth, so vibrant and innocent, made me aware of my own unworthiness.

"Mr. White..."

She wasn't calling me 'Hector' anymore, which was a pity. I enjoyed how she would gently say it, making me feel as if we had been lifelong acquaintances. I moved slowly, edging away, to get a better view of her current state. She appeared disheveled, with her hair scattered across the mattress, and her lips were marked with bruises from her biting them. It was such a sexual view that I felt like I could come just from that.

I pushed away my boxer's band and pulled out my erection. It felt hot against my cold hand. I slapped it against her clitoris, which was still very sensitive from her previous orgasm. The tip of my cock rubbed slightly against her small, wet lips as I slowly slid downwards into her entrance. I didn't rush it but she did. She wrapped both her legs around my back, pulling me closer to her. I thrusted inside her, finally feeling her warm walls sucking me in.

She moaned, her lower lip quivering. I could tell she had already recovered from her last orgasm and was physically prepared to reach the peak once more. I drew back for a split second only to thrust inside her again.

"Fuc-"

I shushed her by shoving my tongue into her mouth, and both of her hands immediately rushed to the sides of my face, gently pulling me in for a sloppy, passionate kiss. As I lost all perception of time and reality, I started to throb in and out of her pussy, first at a slow pace, but then as I felt the pleasure pile up I couldn't control myself anymore.

Audrey was short of breath, her small yet full breasts lifted and then came back down as I fucked her hard enough for her to hit the backrest of the bed.

"You feel so good." My voice was a hoarse whisper against her red and swollen lips.

"Mr. White I'm..." The desperation in her tone prepared me for what was coming. My left hand rushed to her clit, and as I continued to shove my member into her. I started circling the small pearl with my index and my middle finger, keeping the same pace as I heard her cry out for mercy.

"Cry harder."

"I'm going to cum–" She gasped as I stopped thrusting, only to ram into her pussy again a split second later. I started throbbing again, but I could feel my orgasm approaching as her fluids made my cock all slippery. I was at my limit. Her whole body trembled beneath me as she climaxed for the second time. It twitched a couple of times when I kept rubbing her with my hand with pressure but not too much strength.

"Ahh–" I wanted to fill her up so badly, but I was able to slip out of her and shoot a heavy and thick load of semen on her stomach instead. My lips parted and my eruption felt so good that I wasn't able to keep quiet. I groaned like an animal until my cum covered her like fresh paint.

Gradually, I sank down to her side, my chest heaving with each labored breath, and my mind struggling to regain clarity. I had conflicting emotions of feeling incredibly full, yet burdened by a profound sense of dirtiness.

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POV: Audrey Carter.

We didn't linger in bed for very long. Just ten minutes of quiet reflection and regaining our breath, and I was already washing up. It took a brief moment for me to slip back into my dress, and once I did, it was as if there was no evidence of any intimate encounter. I quickly touched up my makeup, wanting to ensure I didn't appear as though I had been kissed, and then I glanced at Mr. White with my wide, innocent eyes, like a startled deer.

"What's on your mind?" I gathered the courage to ask.

"I want to fuck you again. And again. And again."

His directness had such a powerful effect on me that my knees quivered. It amazed me how he could make me feel incredibly beautiful with such raw words. "We don't have time for that, Mr. White."

A faint smile graced my lips, and even though our lives remained as tangled as ever, I found solace in the fact that I now felt genuinely wanted by him. He got up silently and started to fix his wrinkled clothes as much as possible.

"You know," His voice reverberated through the expansive room, filling the space with its resounding presence. "My wife and I share a complex history,"

As I arranged my makeup neatly inside my tiny purse, I attentively listened to what he was saying. However, I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze directly, aware that he was discussing his wife—the woman he had once cherished and vowed to spend his life with.

"We met long ago, and it all began just like this," he reminisced, his voice laced with nostalgia. "She was my very first Muse."

Mr. White sat on the border of the bed and looked at me from that angle. He had a hint of sadness in his gaze, but I could tell that it was not directed at me. He took a deep breath before continuing, his words filled with a mix of pain and resignation. "But over time, our relationship became strained. There were secrets, lies, and betrayals that I couldn't ignore. It was devastating to discover that my own brother, Henry, had an affair with my wife."

A wave of shock washed over me as I absorbed the weight of his revelation. The complexity of their situation suddenly became even more tangled, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for Mr. White.

"And from that affair, Archer was born," he continued, his voice steady but tinged with sorrow. "Despite the circumstances, I made a choice. I chose to raise Archer as my own son, to love him unconditionally, even though he was a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal I endured."

Mr. White's eyes searched mine, seeking understanding and perhaps absolution. "I didn't want Archer to suffer for the mistakes of his parents. He deserved a chance at a better life, free from the burdens of our tangled past. So, I embraced him as my own flesh and blood, determined to provide him with love and stability."

A profound respect for Mr. White welled up within me, his resilience shining through in the face of such a challenging situation. It was a testament to the strength of his character, his unwavering commitment to doing what was right.

"I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for you," I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand gently. "To carry the weight of such betrayal and still find the strength to be a father to Archer. You're a remarkable man, Mr. White." In that moment, I understood the depth of his love for Archer, the sacrifices he had made for the sake of his son. It was a love that surpassed blood ties, built on the foundation of compassion and forgiveness.

Mr. White sighed, his gaze turning distant as he contemplated his next words. "Audrey, the reason I haven't pursued a divorce or any other relationships is because I fear what she might do to Archer."

I relayed to him that Archer harbored resentment towards his mother, which he confided in me once he noticed a developing relationship between his father and I.

In response, Mr. White expressed his desire for Archer to overcome that resentment and move forward, but he acknowledged the challenge of his wife impeding that progress. We both agreed on thinking about how to move forward in this intricate situation and as I left the room I felt like not all hope was lost and that maybe even though I was too young or naive to be the woman of his life, I was going to be the best Muse and take her place entirely. It didn't matter how hard I had to try, but she was going down. 

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