Chapter 3: Wednesday Morning, Oak Grove

The knock came just after eight. Jasmine was already wet. She had woken up sore and leaking from the day before, Cory’s cum mixed with everything Jerry had left inside her, and the first thought in her head had been the stretch of that thick 10-inch cock. The guilt was still there—Sunday’s pew, the vows, the quiet cul-de-sac where things like this weren’t supposed to happen—but it was smaller than the ache between her legs. She opened the door expecting Jerry’s 6’5” frame and froze.

A different man stood on the porch. He was about 6’2”, solid 200 pounds, with the same easy confidence. “Morning. Name’s Derrick Green. Jerry said I should stop by and see you.”

Her stomach dropped and tightened at the same time. She should have closed the door. Instead she heard herself say, “Come in.”

He stepped inside, eyes moving over the sleep shirt stretched across her fuller breasts and the shorts on her slender hips. In the kitchen he didn’t bother with an excuse. He just looked at her and said, “Jerry told me how good you take it. Said you were starting to need it.”

The words made her face burn and her thighs press together. She dropped to her knees before he finished talking, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them open. His cock was even bigger than Jerry’s—thick, dark, a full 11 inches, already hard. She stared for a second, then took the head into her mouth. The stretch of her lips was immediate and intense. She sucked him deep, spit running down the shaft, one hand working what she couldn’t fit while the other braced on his thigh. Every inch she took fed the addiction that had started with Jerry. She was already chasing the fullness, the ache in her jaw, the way her throat opened for a cock this size.