Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

A Lesson Returned

The afternoon light fell in soft lines through the guest room window, warming the bed where Ava lay stretched, her robe slipping from one shoulder, skin glowing.

Tommy paused in the doorway.

She turned her head and smiled — slow, satisfied, a little dangerous.

“Come in,” she said. “Close the door behind you.”

He did, pulse thundering in his ears. Ava sat up, her bare legs swinging gently over the edge of the bed, the robe parting even more — just enough to flash the soft, glistening skin between her thighs.

“I told you I’d be back for you,” she said. “And here you are.”

Tommy stepped closer, eyes fixed on her body. Her gaze swept over him — slow and deliberate — watching the nerves, the want, the fire rising in his chest.

“I don’t want an audience tonight,” she murmured. “I want to feel you. Taste you. Just us.”

He nodded, jaw tight.

“Good,” she smiled. “Then take your time. Kiss me. Earn it.”

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Their mouths met — warm, slow, and deep. No hesitation now. His hands slid to her waist, then up her back. Hers curled into his hair, pulling him closer, opening her mouth wider. He kissed down her neck, hungry, lips trailing heat. The robe slid off her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin.

Ava groaned softly. “Mm. That’s more like it. You’re not shy anymore, are you?”

He didn’t answer — just sank to his knees in front of her, hands sliding down her thighs. She leaned back on her elbows, legs falling open without hesitation.

“Take it,” she whispered. “I want your mouth.”

Tommy bent forward and kissed her inner thigh, slow and deliberate. Then lower. He inhaled her — clean, sweet, still damp from a fresh shower, but already slick with need.

His tongue touched her folds — slow, wet licks that made her breath hitch.

“Ohh… fuck yes…”

He licked with purpose now, parting her gently, letting his tongue tease, then flick, then glide deep. Her hips bucked, thighs trembling.

“God, baby,” Ava moaned, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes… right there… eat it… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He latched onto her clit, lips tight, tongue stroking fast, steady — until her legs tensed hard and she cried out.

“F-fuck I’m gonna—!”

Her whole body jolted, cunt spasming against his mouth as she came hard, gasping his name, grinding down on his face.

She collapsed back onto the bed, panting, glowing, glistening.

Tommy stood, mouth wet, eyes burning. Ava looked up at him, breathless.

“You’ve been practicing,” she smirked. “Shit… that was filthy.”

He climbed over her, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself. She reached between them, took his thick cock in her hand and guided it into her soaked pussy.

“Oh god, yes…” she gasped as he sank in inch by inch. “Stretch me… fuck me with that fat cock.”

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He moved inside her — deep, slow, thick strokes. Her body arched to meet him. Her nails dug into his back.

“You feel that?” she growled. “That thick cock pounding my wet little pussy? Fuck yes, stretch me!”

He groaned, thrusting deeper, faster. His hips slapped against hers. The sound of slick skin filled the room.

“You fuck like you mean it now,” Ava gasped. “You’ve grown into a goddamn weapon.”

He flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass up. Ava looked back over her shoulder, wild-eyed.

“You’re gonna make me fucking addicted,” she growled. “Don’t stop. Wreck this pussy.”

He pounded her from behind, one hand gripping her throat, the other spreading her cheek so he could watch himself fuck her open.

“Oh god, yes, yes, YES!” she screamed. “Give it to me!”

Her body shook as another orgasm ripped through her, but he didn’t stop.

“I’m not done with you,” Tommy growled, voice deeper than ever before.

She collapsed onto her chest, ass still high, breath ragged.

“Then take my ass,” she whispered. “I want to feel that thick cock where it really counts.”

He paused, hands trembling. Ava looked back at him.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been watching? I want it. Stretch me. Now.”

He spit into his hand, slicked her tight hole, and slowly began to push in.

Ava groaned — deep, guttural.

“Ohhh fuck… yes… yessss—fuck me there—stretch it—oh my god I feel everything!”

Tommy buried himself inside her inch by inch until his hips met her ass.

“Fuuuuck,” she cried. “You’re wrecking me—my husband’s gonna know this hole was used.”

He began to thrust — slow at first, letting her adjust, then harder, faster.

Her moans turned into filthy snarls.

“Yes, baby, fuck my tight ass with that thick cock. Use me. Wreck me. Let Katherine see what her boy’s become.”

Tommy grabbed her hips tight and rammed into her harder.

“I’m gonna cum in this ass,” he growled.

“Yes! Cum in me! Fill it! Fill my dirty little hole!”

He fucked her until his body locked up and he exploded inside her, groaning, hips jerking as he emptied deep into her ass.

She moaned as she felt him pulse inside.

“Ohh… fuck yes… I’m gonna be leaking you all day…”

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Later, breathless, sweaty, and shaking, Ava curled into him and smiled.

“You’re dangerous now,” she whispered. “You fuck like someone who’s tasted power.”

Tommy grinned, chest heaving.

“Still learning.”

She kissed him lazily.

“You’re going to ruin someone. Or own them completely.”

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That night, Katherine met him at the door, blocking his exit.

“She looked very… satisfied,” she said, amused.

Tommy just smirked, still glowing.

Katherine stepped close, trailing her fingers down his chest.

“You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?”

He nodded. “Thanks to you.”

She leaned close, lips brushing his ear.

“I think you’re ready for more.”

“More?”

Katherine’s smile deepened.

“Her name’s Marla. And she doesn’t go easy on anyone.”

She let the name hang there — heavy, loaded with promise.

“You ready for your real test?”

Tommy’s eyes locked on hers, hungry.

“I want it.”

She kissed his cheek.

“You’re going to beg.”

To Be Continued...