Chapter 70: Ch70: Make it Wide den

Lana’s arms were lifted high above her head, her back against the door, and breasts pressed into his chest through the torn-open shirt, soft and warm with every breath.

Their tongues moved in a slow circle, wet and searching.

Nyle locked both her wrists in his right hand, pinning them to the door. With the other he held her jaw and devoured her mouth, sucking at her tongue like he meant to ease the hunger that had been sitting in him since the kitchen.

*Suck~ Slurp~ Slurp~ Schlick~*

"Mmhn~ Mmhh~ Mhn~"

The sounds stayed trapped between their mouths.

Her thoughts went loose, melting under the kiss the way warm butter melts on a hot plate.

*Chu~*

"Mwaah..." Nyle pulled his lips off hers for a breath, then crashed back in, hotter than before.

*Smooch~*

For a couple of minutes they kept the kiss burning.

Sometimes he tore his mouth away just long enough to drag in air, lips wet, eyes dark. Sometimes she pulled off first, panting, a playful smile on her spit-slick mouth — then leaned in and took him again.

...

*Chu~*

Satisfied, they broke apart and opened their eyes at the same time. Their chests heaved against each other. Her lips were swollen. His were shining. Their minds were still loose and hazy, but the hunger in both of them hadn’t faded — patiently waiting for the next touch.

"These clothes are making you sweat. Let me help you get rid of them," Nyle murmured, gripping the fabric at her shoulders, ready to peel it down.

Lana licked her lips. "Do as you like. Just don’t make me wait..."

Just as he started to draw the shirt off her shoulders, the bedroom door opened.

Dover poked his head out into the hall.

"Is the meeting over, Lana?" he asked — then stopped.

His wife was against the door, and a man was standing too close.

"Who’s this guy?" Dover asked, eyes narrowing at the familiar figure.

Lana waved him off like it was nothing, her voice stayed casual, almost light, even as Nyle’s hands were still on her shoulders. "Nothing, honey. It’s Nyle. He’s just helping me with my shirt."

Dover blinked, then nodded. "Oh. Okay. Well, I’ve made the new logo. You should come and see before I finalise it."

Saying that, he turned his gaze away and slipped back inside the room.

The house went quiet again — except for Lana’s breathing, and the shirt still caught in Nyle’s hands.

He didn’t pull it off. He didn’t step back either. His voice stayed low and even, close to her ear. "Let’s go see it. If we don’t, your husband might suspect us."

Lana stared at him, lips still wet. "What? Seriously?"

...

Dover sat on the wooden chair, a thin cushion under him, right hand on the mouse and left on the keyboard with a blue ray protection glasses sat on his nose.

The screen glowed with an editing program that looked a lot like Blender software — meshes, shaders, a half-finished logo turning under the cursor.

Lana leaned in over the back of the chair, arms folded on the wood, eyes fixed on the laptop like she was studying every grain.

Meanwhile, Nyle stood behind her, and lifted her skirt with one hand, slow enough that the fabric barely whispered.

Her thong came into view, the thin strip already dark where she was wet. He then hooked it aside and slid two of his longest fingers into her pussy.

*Slick~*

’So... warm,’ he thought, thrusting them in a steady rhythm, and standing close enough to watch the screen over her shoulder like he belonged there.

"Mm... So good..." Lana breathed, the words catching.

Dover gave a small nod, still watching the model rotate. "It is. It’s also one of my favourite one. The brown texture is good, and the grain adds the realism. But there’s more," he replied, thinking his wife was appreciating his work.

Nyle’s fingers kept moving in and out of her, stretching her wet walls.

The wet sound stayed small, hidden under the click of the mouse. After a few minutes he pulled his zip down, freed his pussy demolisher, and dragged the head along her folds — just a poke, a warning, a way to get her ready.

Lana turned her head and met his eyes. ’What the fuck... not here, you idiot,’ she silently mouthed.

Nyle pressed his index finger to his lips and gave her a gesture to keep her mouth shut.

*SQUEEeelch~*

"Hah... nngh..."

Lana slammed her own hand over her mouth, teeth clenched hard behind her palm, fighting the moan that wanted to rip out of her.

Nyle brushed her wet folds in a tease, but as he was about to push in, he lifted the tip and shoved into her ass in a slow, steady pace.

*Shhk... squelch~*

Tight heat closed around him inch by inch, and the way her ass gripped him told him everything — she hadn’t expected him to go there.

"Lana, don’t you think the hole in this donut is small?" Dover asked, scratching at his hair, eyes still on the screen.

"Mm-hm..." she hummed, the sound thin behind her palm.

"Sir, it’s a bit small. How about making it a little wider. You know, just to make it look natural," Nyle said, like he was only offering a casual opinion.

At the same time he pushed his hips forward and sank deeper into her ass.

Lana’s eyes rolled back as his cock filled her ass, thick and steady. The Lust Flow passive skill took the fight out of her body. There was almost no resistance from her, or from her tight anal walls.

"Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Let’s just make it a bit wider." Dover clicked once too far. "Oops. Made it too wide."

Nyle pulled her head back, cupped a hand over her ear like a shield, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, "You see that? That’s what will happen to your ass."

Yet those words only charged Lana. In response, she pushed her hips back as if telling him to fuck her hard.