🔞🔞🔞🔞The cycle Joy thought she had broken proved to be a circle instead. The trauma of her lost years had left a hunger for affection so deep that even a poisoned well looked like an oasis.
The notification on her phone at 10:00 PM felt like a jolt of electricity. Ryan.
Seeing his name on her screen after weeks of silence made her hands shake. His messages were a calculated blend of vulnerability and heat..
"I’m sorry, Joy. I panicked. Seeing you makes me realize how empty my life with Rebecca actually is. I’m only there for the kid. It’s you I think about when I close my eyes. I miss your touch. I miss the way you look at me."
The logical part of Joy—the college graduate, the professional—screamed at her to delete the message. But the girl who had spent a decade in a dark room caring for the dying was lonely. She felt invisible, and Ryan’s lies were the only thing that made her feel "seen."
She didn't reply at first, but the silence of her apartment amplified her heartache. By 8:30 PM, she was standing in front of the mirror, applying the lipstick he liked.
At exactly 9:00 PM, the low, guttural throb of a motorcycle engine vibrated through her floorboards. She peeked through the blinds and saw him—the helmet tucked under his arm, leaning against his bike in the shadows of the streetlamp. He looked like the escape she had always wanted.
When she stepped onto the sidewalk, the air was cool, but Ryan was warm.
"You came," he whispered, his eyes scanning her face with a practiced intensity. "I knew you couldn't stay away from this. We have a connection, Joy. Marriage is just paperwork; what we have is real."
Joy knew it was a lie. She knew Rebecca was the one paying for the very bike he was sitting on. But as he pulled her close, the smell of his jacket and the memory of his touch overrode her dignity.
"I missed you," she whispered, her voice cracking. Suddenly all the resentment she felt towards Ryan vanished- replace by longing for his touch, his smells and his warmth.
She climbed onto the back of the bike, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist, pressing her chest against his back. He revved the engine, and they tore away from the safety of her home.
The city lights blurred into long streaks of neon as they sped toward a nondescript motel on the outskirts of town—a place where no one knew their names and where Ryan’s "real life" didn't exist.
Inside the dim, fluorescent-lit room, the door clicked shut, locking out the world and her conscience. Ryan kisses her intensely, using he's arms he caged her in his arms behind the locked door. Using his tongue he intrudes every part of her mouth slowly undressing her while deepening the kiss.In the heat of their explicit affair, Joy let herself drown.
She kissed Ryan back hungrily a tear escape from the corner of her eyes as she move her hands towards Ryan's jeans unbucling his belt, unzipping his jeans and moving her hands inside his boxer briefs, reaching for his hard cock caressing it with longing as her pussy throbs for antincipation.
She chose the temporary fire of his touch over the cold reality of her independence.
Behind those closed doors, she wasn't a success story or a late bloomer; she was a woman caught in a dangerous addiction, trading her future for a few hours of feeling wanted in the dark.
As they were feeling each other's body, Ryan lead her towards the bed where he layed her down, removing all the pieces of her clothes exposing her soul- her pussy dripping wet and her erected nipples longing for his touch.
Ryan removes all his clothes revealing his big cock throbbing from excitement, " fuck joy, I've been wanting to fuck you this past few days, I wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours".. Ryan uttered in between his kisses.
He then led joy's hands to his dick as joy responded with the same enthusiasm, she move her hands up and down as she pushed Ryan onto the bed she she eat his big cock, sucking and licking it roughly. She positioned her pussy on top of Ryans's hard wet cock and slid it into her pussy feeling the size, the hardness, she move her hips slowly as Ryan holds her hips and grip her butt.
She moans in pleasure as she humps harder into Ryan's dick. Ryan pinches and suck her nipples as he holds her hips moving it violently to deepen the penetration of his dick. Ryan pulled his cock off from joy's pussy as he positions joy into doggy style pulling her hair as he fuck her so intensely.
Joy in between her breath beg Ryan not to cum inside her but Ryan in the heat of the moment nutted all his seed into Joy's pussy. Joy feeling the wet and warmth of Ryan's love juices moans in pleasure. When Ryan pulled his cock, the semen oozes out of Joy's pussy. "Damn you Ryan, I told you not to cum inside, I am not safe I don't want to get pregnant." Joy said breathing heavily
"Don't worry Joy you won't get pregnant just buy some pills and drink it" Ryan said unconcerned.
"What?! But what if I get pregnant? What will you do?" Joy spat worriedly.
"Trust me Joy, you won't. Besides I knew you enjoyed it." Ryan said nonchalantly as he pulled Joy into his embrace until they fell asleep.
