My Cuckhold System

West drove into her with a single thrust, causing Aria to cry out in pleasure.

"Augghhhhhhhh!"

She could feel him filling her completely, stretching her walls.

He didn’t give her time to adjust; he began pounding into her immediately, slapping against her ass rhythmically.

The desk croaked while papers slid to the floor.

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed. "Uhnnn! Oh-god!"

He grabbed her pink hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch even more.

Pah!

Pahh!

Pahh!

Pahh!

Paaahh!

Every stroke hither G-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His other hand reached around, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

"Look at yourself," he growled while gesturing toward the mirrored wall to their left. "Look at how fucking hot you are, taking my cock like this."

She saw their reflection and her face flushed as her breasts bounced free from the bra while her ass jiggled with each thrust.

The sight drove her wild, making her climax with a shriek. Her pussy clenched around West while her body shuddered continuously.

However, West wasn’t done...

He pulled out, leaving her dripping, and grabbed her arm. He dragged her over to the glass panes overlooking the city and pressed her against the cool glass, making her breasts flatten and swell around the smooth surface.

Her hands splayed on the transparent surface as the city lights spread out below them.

"Look down," he whispered in her ear with hit breath. "Anyone could see us from the building across the street... anyone could see you getting your brains fucked out..."

Somehow the thought of that excited her even more... making her drip intensely.

West lifted her left leg, hooking it over his arm before positioning himself behind her and driving into her again from this new angle.

Fwwhoopp~

Fwhhoopph~

Fwwhoophh~

Her body slid up and down as he fucked her against the glass, causing her hot breath to fog the pane. The view of the city blurred as she lost herself in the pounding.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Her nails scraped against the glass as she screamed.

West’s balls continously slapped against her clit with each thrust as he pounded mercilessly.

He reached around, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her legs trembled as she came again with juices running down her thighs.

He kept going, fucking her through her orgasm before slowing down to a deep, grinding pace. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her in his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he sat back down in his chair, impaling her on his sword.

She rode him furiously, bouncing on his lap while her breasts slapped against his face.

He sucked and bit her nipples, making her moan louder while the chair creaked.

The office was filled with the sounds of wet slaps, gasps and moans.

"I want you to cum for me," she panted.

He grinned while gripping her hips. "Then earn it."

She rode him harder and faster, causing the slapping wet sounds to ring out even louder while leaning back.

Her pink hair flew around her face while her eyes werr closed and her mouth open. She screamed as she came for the third time, convulsing with West’s dick deep inside of her.

West thrust up into her, burying himself deep, and erupted, filling her with hot ropes of cum.

He kept pumping, emptying his load into her cunt while his hips jerked with every shot.

She collapsed onto him breathing heavily with sweat coating her body despite the AC in the office. He stayed inside her while white thickness flowed down, coating the base of his dick.

She then rested her head on his shoulder, brushing her lips against his neck.

After a long moment, he lifted her off him, setting her on the floor. She wobbled, struggling to gain balance while he stood up, zipping his pants, and walked over to the desk, grabbing a tissue to clean himself.

Aria fell and knelt on the carpet, still catching her breath. "That... was a generous reward, boss."

West smirked while buttoning his shirt. "You earned it. But don’t think that means you can slack off tomorrow."

She laughed, picking up her discarded clothes. "Wouldn’t dream of it." She dressed slowly while her fingers trembling with the aftermath of pleasure.

When she was fully clothed, she walked over to him, straightened his collar, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, baby."

He cupped her chin and brushed her lower lip with his thumb. "Good work, Aria. Now get back to it."

She smiled, turned, and walked out of the office with her hips swaying, knowing he was watching her go.

The door clicked shut, leaving West alone in the room with the city lights and the lingering scent of jasmine.

•••

•••

The days following Darius Bentley’s funeral were strange.

Life had continued moving forward, just as it always did, but for the Bentley household it felt as though time itself had become uneven. Some moments passed in the blink of an eye while others seemed to stretch endlessly.

West visited more often recently, now that he could slack off since the Shadow Reapers were laying low at the moment.

At first, it had simply been to check on Yelena and the children but of course West wouldn’t leave it at that since he had other intentions.

He helped around the house, making sure they were eating properly and soon it became normal whenever he came over.

This particular afternoon, the scent of food drifted throughout the kitchen as West stood over the stove.

"Chef West strikes again," he announced dramatically.

Mia giggled from the dining table while Benjamin rolled his eyes. "You say that every time."

"And every time it’s true."

Benjamin snorted while West pointed the spatula at him. "That sounds suspiciously like disrespect."

"Maybe it is."

West gasped. "Mia, did you hear that? Your brother is challenging my authority."

The little girl burst into laughter as Yelena sat nearby watching the exchange.

For the first time in nearly three weeks, she looked genuinely relaxed.

She was still unhappy but the dark circles beneath her eyes weren’t quite as severe as they had been after the funeral.

Her smile wasn’t as forced which meant there was progress... small progress... but progress nonetheless.

A few minutes later everyone gathered around the table.

The meal was nothing extravagant, yet somehow it felt more meaningful than many expensive dinners.

They conversed naturally but West carried most of it.

Whenever silence threatened to settle over the table, he immediately found some ridiculous story or joke to tell.

Benjamin eventually started contributing, and Mia joined as well. Even Yelena occasionally laughed.

After dinner, the four of them moved into the living room where a movie played quietly in the background.

Nobody paid much attention to it.

Mia sat beside West under a blanket while Benjamin occupied the opposite side of the couch. Yelena remained in a nearby armchair.

Everything felt peaceful until Mia suddenly became quiet.

West glanced down upon noticing this and realized that the little girl was staring at a family photograph sitting atop a nearby shelf.

A photograph taken long before any of this happened, featuring a specific person.

"Daddy would’ve liked this movie."

Benjamin lowered his gaze as the room fell silent while Yelena looked away.

Mia’s eyes became watery. "I miss him."

West gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know."

Mia looked at him and spoke in a tiny voice. "Do you think Daddy misses us too?"

West was quiet for a moment before smiling softly. ’Oh he definitely misses you all from the darkness... fortunately, he’ll be staying there.’

"I think your dad loved you more than anything," West finally spoke causing Mia’s eyes to soften.

"And I think wherever he is... he’s watching."

The little girl sniffled. "Really?"

West nodded. "Really."

He pointed toward her chest. "And if he’s watching, then he’s probably happy seeing how strong you’re being and he is probably glad that I’m here to take care of you."

Mia looked down. "But I’m not strong."

"You are."

She shook her head while West smiled. "You’re stronger than you think."

The little girl stared at him before suddenly throwing her arms around him.

The hug came as a surprise but he received it well.

"Promise me you’ll never leave."

The words came so suddenly that even West froze.

For a brief moment, time slowed as West looked toward Yelena.

The woman quickly looked away... apparently, it wasn’t only her daughter that felt this way

West gently hugged her back. "I promise."

Mia squeezed tighter before finally relaxing.

---

Hours later the children were asleep, the house had become quiet.

Only West and Yelena remained awake presently.

The two sat together in the living room with moonlight filtering through the windows.

Neither spoke for several minutes while the movie continued to play out in the background.

Yelena who was staring into her cup, suddenly muttered. "Thank you."

West looked over. "For what?"