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bl4ckph0enix · 1 year ago

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Escape

Pairing: modern!Daemon Targaryen x female!OC

Summary: Upon finally reaching the point where she can't bear it anymore, Aleera accepts the offer from her colleague and does what she should have done way earlier.

Warnings: drinking, cheating, car sex, smut, p in v sex, squirting, unprotected sex, age difference (Daemon's around 40, though it's not mentioned)

Word count: 5.8k

This is not proof-read! English is not my native language, please forgive any mistakes!

Almost bored out of her mind, Aleera sat at the table with her elbow propped on the surface and her chin resting in her hand. Lazily, her gaze wandered through the room and got stuck on different people, watching them for a while doing their things. How much she hated events like these, and how much she hated that she had to participate in them.

It was three years now since she had married her husband, Criston Cole, and it was just as long that she was unhappy with her life. The two of them had met back in College and after a few months of dating, they had become a couple. In the beginning of their relationship, everything had been fine. They had spent much time together, had tended to their needs, and even had had difficulties to keep their hands off each other. Mutual interests and hobbies had only strengthened their bond.

But as soon as they had finished College, it seemed like everything had started to go down the drain. At least in retrospective. Criston had started to study medicine, something Aleera had actually thought about doing herself early in College, but then she had reconsidered and decided to become an attorney instead. But different studies meant less time they had been able to spend with each other, and less time had inflicted cracks upon their relationship.

She couldn't truthfully say that she didn't love Criston anymore. She still did. Yet, it wasn't the first time that Aleera asked herself if marrying him three years ago had really been the right decision. They had grown apart over the two years before they had vowed to love each other until death would do them apart, and there just was a tiny part of her that actually regretted that she had said yes to him.

The fact that they didn't spend much time together anymore due to their jobs – him being a doctor and her being a lawyer – wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was that the more time had passed, the more Criston seemed to have lost interest in being intimate with his wife. Aleera definitely wasn't innocent when it came to sex – she'd spent many nights experimenting what she liked and what not. Although the number of men in her life she had slept with, she could count on one hand.

She could understand and respect that her husband just didn't have the right thoughts or mood to approach her in an intimate way, but that didn't make it any easier for herself. She had always been someone who enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, and having someone as a husband who didn't share it was a burden on its own. One or two times, Aleera had even thought about cheating on her husband already, and she knew with absolute certainty that it wouldn't take long for her anymore to actually do it.

Until now, the right opportunity just hadn't shown itself.

But instead of searching for someone she could live out this need of her body and mind with, she sat here at one of the tables of a Charity gala among gods knew how many other people and tried desperately not to lose her mind due to the dullness that surrounded her. Something like this just wasn't her place to be, but it was expected of her to accompany her husband and act like the perfect little wife that she was not in reality.

Pressing her lips together as she could feel anger bubbling up inside her, Aleera looked at the wine glass in her hand, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the stem of it. She didn't even bother to look around in search of her husband, already knowing that he was engaged in some stupid conversation with either colleagues or friends, or both. Slightly shifting on her chair as her frustration grew bigger, she brought her glass to her lips and took a small sip of the sweet red wine, crossing her legs as raw need spread through her.

It had been more than two months now since she and Criston had had sex, and slowly but surely, Aleera was about to go rampage. Not being able to sit still and endure the boring conversations around her any longer, she stood and made her way over to the bar. She definitely needed something stronger now in order to survive this evening. Leaning with her arms on the countertop of the bar, she smiled at the barkeeper, a young man maybe mid-twenty, her full, plush lips spreading wide and inviting him over.

“What can I get you, beautiful?” he asked in a deep voice, returning her smile playfully and leaning closer, his hands propped on the work surface of the bar.

“Two tequila shots, please,” Aleera answered and unashamedly let her gaze trail down his body as much as she could see it. “And a strawberry lime vodka tonic.”

Still smiling widely, the barkeeper nodded and started to prepare her order. Mildly interested, she let her gaze wander over the different bottles that stood on the large shelf behind the bar while she thought about the question if she should also go for something else in the long run or leave it at vodka, looking into her own eyes that were reflected in the mirror behind the shelf. She mumbled a polite thank you to the barkeeper as he placed two shot glasses in front of her on the bar and filled them with tequila.

Looking around the room, Aleera took the first glass and downed the content in one gulp. Warmth spread through her as the tequila burned its way down her throat and though it wouldn't solve any of her current problems, she felt a bit of the tension leave her shoulders. That was until her gaze fell on her husband, who stood across the room and talked to both colleagues and friends, gesturing with his hands, joking and laughing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in this sight, and subconsciously, she placed the first glass back on the bar and took the second one, frustration and anger bubbling up inside her again.

It hurt to see Criston like this. Laughing and joking, being happy while all that she herself got was the grumpy side of him that was always stressed and overwhelmed with work. It barely happened that he got home in the evening and actually didn't ramble about his work, colleagues, and patients. The time where the both of them had sat on the couch and had almost fallen to the ground from all the laughter seemed to be a lifetime ago. Only at events like this, she saw the side of her husband again she originally fell in love with.

Averting her attention from the group of men across the room, Aleera put down the glass with a loud pang, a scowl on her face and trying to ignore the aversion that slowly crept up on her. How much she hated events like these. And how much she hated that she couldn't just leave.

“You shouldn't grimace like that,” a low and silky voice sounded from behind her, causing her to twitch slightly in surprise and sending a shudder down her spine. “Although I must admit that it looks cute on your face.”

Slowly, Aleera turned her head around and looked at the person the voice belonged to. She was met with an intense gaze of violet eyes that seemed to look right into her very soul. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of these sinful lips that had already murmured the filthiest things in her ear, and the obligatory lock of platinum blonde hair fell into his forehead. Her gaze trailed down his stature and although she had already seen him very often in a suit, Aleera couldn’t deny that it did something with her this time.

“Says the right person,” she replied nonchalantly and took a slow sip of her drink. “I’ve seen your face grimacing in court more often than not, Daemon.”

“Well, you can’t blame me due to the attorneys we have to deal with,” Daemon answered with a smirk and leaned against the bar right beside her to whisper the next words in her ear, his arm slightly brushing against hers. “But I’m pretty sure you like it.”

Aleera’s eyes narrowed slightly while she measured him with an attentive look. “Maybe, yes,” she said quietly after a long moment, trying to ignore the tingle that spread from her arm through her body. “But I would never admit that.”

“Of course not,” he chuckled lowly and let his eyes wander about the room.

Aleera also averted her gaze and looked down at the glass in her hands, smiling. It was not the first time that a playful banter took place between them, and it certainly was a harmless one. Ever since she had started to study law, she had heard about Daemon Targaryen. One of the presidents of the very successful law firm Targaryen & Sons, and also an excellent attorney. He was a very well-known personality in the world of law, and his victory rate in court was legendary due to him not taking cases of which he knew he could only lose.

The final thesis of her study had even been one of his most prestigious cases, though she would never tell him that – his ego was already big enough and certainly didn’t need another boost. After she’d finished her study, she had applied for a job in the very company he owned together with his brother Viserys Targaryen; also an attorney, but not quite as known. Among thirty other young lawyers, Aleera had fought for this job and had given her best.

It had been lucky for her that Daemon himself had been responsible for choosing the newbies who would get a chance to prove themselves at Targaryen & Sons. From the first moment on, something had clicked between them. The connection that had developed within the first fifteen minutes of her job interview had surprised the both of them, though it had taken years until they’d spoken about it the first time.

Since then, it had always been as if they knew each other since an eternity already. It didn’t even matter that he was ten years older than her, and more than once their colleagues had joked about it being only a matter of time before they would end up in a relationship with each other.

It wasn’t hard to guess that Daemon definitely wouldn’t turn her down if Aleera would really give in to his playful banter, although she’d never assumed that he was really serious about this. For her, it had never been more than that – a game between them to see how much they could push and tease each other until one of them would finally break. She had never even considered to give in to this.

But right now, as she stood here leaning against a bar at a Charity gala, surrounded by people she couldn’t really do much with and trapped in a marriage that made her unhappy, with a husband who hadn’t touched her in an intimate way for more than two months, Aleera couldn’t help but think about the question if Daemon wasn’t serious about this after all and if she should go for it.

She was ripped out of her thoughts as she could feel him leaning closer to her, his chest pressing against her arm and his hot breath fanning over her ear as he whispered: “My offer still stands.”

Aleera’s head snapped around and she looked at him, feeling as if he had caught her with the hands in the cookie jar. Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched. She could feel his breath on her face, and for the first time, his scent washed over her, intoxicating her and making her head spin. Daemon’s gaze flickered down to her lips, sending a jolt of arousal directly between her legs, and she could feel her frustration grow as much as her restraint crumble.

She looked into the other direction to bide time, to steel her nerves and tell herself that it wasn’t right, that she shouldn’t even think about this. But as her gaze fell on her husband, still laughing and joking with his colleagues and friends while gesturing wildly with his hands, her eyebrows drew together as the knowledge of what awaited her at home crashed down on her, and she made a decision.

Aleera didn’t need to say anything, the determination in her vibrant blue eyes told Daemon everything he needed to know and his smirk grew bigger. Emptying his glass with one big gulp, he put it down on the bar and said quietly: “Meet me outside in a few minutes!” before he started to move and left her alone at the bar.

Taking a deep breath, she didn’t dare to look after him out of fear that it would be too obvious and expose them. Instead, Aleera emptied her own glass, now faster than before, and counted down the seconds. After three minutes had passed, her glass was empty and she turned around to follow Daemon. On her way out, she stopped at her husband to tell him that she didn’t feel well and would go home.

Criston didn’t even ask her if he should accompany her, instead only wishing her a good night before continuing to chatter with his friends.

Suppressing her anger due to the indifference of her husband, Aleera quickly made her way through the other guests and slipped out of the door. As soon as she stepped outside, she could feel a weight falling off her chest and allowing her to breathe more easily. She didn’t look for Daemon’s car in front of the building, knowing that his, even though not red but matte black, Ferrari 488 GTB was way too striking as that it would allow him to pick her up where everyone could see it.

Instead, Aleera went the short way around the corner of the building and smiled widely as her gaze fell upon the beautiful sports car. Daemon had never really needed to tell her what he thought. She could feel his eyes on her as she closed the distance to his car and opened the door to get into the passenger seat.

“I knew that I didn’t need to tell you,” his deep and silky voice reverberated through the confined space of the car, mingling with the purring of the engine and sending a pleasurable shudder down her spine, and he watched her making herself comfortable in the seat and closing her seat belt.

“It was obvious that you wouldn’t pick me up right in front of the building,” Aleera replied and looked at him, a smirk on her lips. “Even though people know that you’re a womanizer and don’t let an opportunity slip through your hands, your car is way too eye-catching, and I’m still married.”

Chuckling quietly, he put the car in gear and drove off, leaving the dullness of the event and her indifferent husband behind. Aleera was glad that the windows were tinted; it allowed her to look outside and watch the streets of Los Angeles pass them by without the need to fear that anyone would see her. Additionally, it created some much needed privacy because she didn’t intend to leave this car soon.

“How did you know?” she asked after a few minutes of them driving through the city, her voice gently disturbing the comfortable silence between them.

Daemon looked at her briefly, instinctively knowing what she was talking about, and his smile returned as he focused on the streets once more. “It’s obvious for me. I know you long and well enough, Aleera. I can see it.”

Warmth spread through her at his words and her hand found its way on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. She had always known that there was a special bond between them, his words only serving as a confirmation. Daemon saw her. Really saw her, and not only the facade, the mask she put on every day. It changed something in her of which she didn’t quite know what to think of it.

Since Aleera didn’t need to focus on the traffic, her eyes remained on Daemon, her gaze literally glued to the side of his face. She had never denied that he was a handsome and attractive man, but right now in this moment, this realization hit her like a tidal wave. It caused arousal and desire to jolt through her, making her pussy clench around nothing and letting her hand wander up his thigh.

His gaze flickered down to her fingers for a second, his grip tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and Aleera could hear his sharp inhale through gritted teeth as her hand reached his crotch and cupped his half-hard cock through his pants. A grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she teasingly trailed with her fingers over the outline of his length, her touch feather-lightly before she tightened her grip again.

A low groan rumbled in Daemon’s chest and she could feel his now fully hard cock twitch, her hand increasing the pressure and massaging him through his pants. But before she could do something more, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around her wrist, his grip firm and determined but not painful.

“If you want us to arrive unharmed,” Daemon said quietly, his voice low and husky, and gave her a stern look, “Then I’d suggest that you stop that.”

Though his voice was laced with a hint of danger, Aleera wasn’t intimidated at all, but quite the opposite. Her grin grew bigger at his words, taking it as a compliment and an affirmation of the effect she had on him, but she obeyed and pulled her hand back from his crotch. Before she could retreat completely, Daemon entwined his fingers with hers and placed their hands on his thigh, giving her a reassuring smile.

If he could have his way, he would stop the car immediately and take Aleera right then and there. But, as she had said herself, since she was still a married woman and due to the fact that they were colleagues, he held himself back. Though it was true that he didn’t let an opportunity slip to have fun, he’d never had anything with a married woman before. It had always been his own rule that he wouldn’t take what belonged to someone else.

With Aleera however, it was something completely different. Daemon had wanted her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and now that she had finally agreed to give in, he wouldn’t back out. But privacy was of utmost importance to him and thus he would wait to finally rip the clothes off her tantalizing body until they would be within the safety of his estate.

Aleera barely managed to sit still and hold herself back. Desire and arousal coursed through her body, burning their way through her veins like liquid fire and making her pussy throb with need. Heat rose inside her and wetness gathered between her legs, soaking her panties while her grip on Daemon’s hand tightened. Time seemed to stretch and what was actually a way of less than fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.

Relief washed over her as Daemon’s estate finally came into view, and as soon as the electric gate had let them pass and was about to close behind the car again, Aleera said breathlessly: “Stop the car!”

Her voice was urgent and demanding, and she already unbuckled her seat belt. Daemon stopped the Ferrari immediately and looked at her with raised eyebrows, both a question and an assumption visible in his eyes. With a quick movement, Aleera turned the key and killed the engine, her other hand opening his seat belt as well.

“Move your seat back,” she said huskily and burned him with her eyes.

Her lust and desire spiked and made her pussy throb, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable. She had already fantasized about fucking someone in a car one or two times and now, she would make this fantasy come true. The leg slit made it easy for her as she pulled her dress up and straddled Daemon's lap after he had pushed the drivers seat back, her legs on each side of him squeezing his hips invitingly as he slid deeper into his seat.

“Do you know how much I want you?” Aleera breathed huskily and grabbed his hand to guide it between her legs and let him feel how soaked her panties already were for him. A moan escaped her lips as he slipped his fingers under the fabric and brushed through her folds, gathering some of her juices before circling her throbbing clit teasingly. “I'm going to fuck you in your beloved Ferrari.”

With that, her lips crashed against Daemon's in a searing kiss, swallowing his groan while she reached down to open his pants with nimble fingers, her head starting to spin slightly as his taste flooded her senses and let heat rose inside her. His scent and taste together with his proximity was intoxicating, his dominate and authoritative side surging forth as he pulled his hand out of her panties and firmly grabbed her ass, squeezing the supple flesh.

He lifted his hips and helped her to push his pants down to his knees. Aleera broke the kiss with much effort and couldn’t resist to look down, a wanton moan escaping her lips as her gaze fell upon Daemon’s cock that stood in all of its glory. She had always assumed that he would be bigger than the average man, and what she had felt a few minutes ago had only added to her assumption.

But upon seeing him right now, he had exceeded her expectations. His cock was long and thick, with a bulbous head and veins running all over it. His deep groan reverberated in the confined space of the car as Aleera took him in her petite hand and gave him a few long strokes, her thumb and middle finger not even touching due to his girth. Daemon’s movements were driven by lust and urgency as he merely pulled her panties aside and took her hand from his cock to grab it himself and guide it to her entrance.

The anticipation and desire between them grew as Aleera could feel his tip barely slipping between her soaked folds, staying like this for a moment while their eyes locked. It was as if he was searching for something and when he seemed to have found it, his hips bucked up and he buried almost his whole length inside her with one single thrust. The first moment, the stretch of her pussy was slightly painful due to her not being used to such girth, but at the same time, oh so delicious. Her legs twitched in pleasure and a moan spilled over her lips.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon groaned and grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and causing her cunt to clench around him. “You’re so tight.”

“All for you,” she gasped and let herself sink deeper, taking even the last few inches of his cock. “Gods, you feel so good, Daemon. Filling me so perfectly.”

Their shared moans echoed around them as Aleera started to move, rolling her hips against his a few times before she lifted herself up and started to bounce on his cock. His grip on her tightened as he supported her movements, guiding her on top of him and thrusting into her at the same time. Her brain slowly turned into mush and jolts of pleasure surged through her body.

“Daemon,” she moaned and arched against him as he descended his lips upon her neck, her fingers digging almost painfully into his shoulders for leverage and her focus shrinking down on him and the sensations coursing through her. “Fuck, you’re just perfect. This feels so good!”

Aleera’s movements became faster and more desperate as the knot of pleasure formed in her belly, raw and unrestrained moans tumbling out of her mouth. Squelching sounds reverberated in the space between them every time she sank down on him, a testament to how wet she was. Daemon’s low growl made her pussy clench around his cock as he pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her full breasts, his mouth instantly finding one of her pebbled nipples and eagerly starting to suck on it.

Something between a moan and a whimper spilled over her lips as his tongue circled her sensitive flesh and he gently bit down on it. She braced one of her hands on the little wall behind the seat and tangled the fingers of her other one in Daemon’s hair, pulling his head back and kissing him again. It was wet and sloppy, with their tongues partially playing with each other outside of their mouths, and she rolled her hips against his intensively, chasing the amazing feeling of pleasure.

“Gods, you’re so big,” Aleera gasped against Daemon’s lips after breaking the kiss, their breaths intermingling, and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. “Hitting all the right spots and fucking me so deep. How much I’ve missed to feel like this.”

He groaned at her words and gently bit down on her lower lip, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of her hips and supporting her movements, pulling her against him. “Crispin doesn’t fuck you?” he asked breathlessly and huffed out a laugh as she shook her head. “What a dumbass. Turning someone like you down.”

Daemon growled possessively and trailed with his lips to her neck, licking over her pulse point and sinking his teeth in the sensitive skin. The growl turned into a moan as Aleera’s pussy clenched around his cock hard as an answer to his bite, coaxing him to do it again with the same result.

“You like that?” he murmured against her neck and let one of his hands wander to her ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of the round cheek. Aleera moaned as an answer and nodded. “’course you like that. Filthy little slut that you are.”

His hand disappeared from her ass, instead wrapping around her waist, and his other hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him while the intense gaze of his violet eyes burned into her. “So tight and wet for me. Creating a beautiful mess on my lap.”

Daemon looked down for a moment, watching her sweet juices pool at the base of his cock and drench his balls. “I’ll make you cum on my cock, make this sweet little pussy of yours clench around me.” Aleera moaned loudly at this words and could feel her orgasm approaching, the ability to form coherent sentences slipping from her. “And after that, I’ll make you cum again, and again.”

“Fuck, Daemon,” she gasped and closed her eyes as hot pleasure surged through her, her body tensing and her pussy starting to flutter around him. “Yes, please.”

A mewl spilled over her lips as he placed one hand between her legs and started to tease her clit with his thumb, brushing over it and drawing circles into it, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. The knot of pleasure in her belly coiled tighter and her thighs started to tremble.

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Daemon said quietly, his voice raspy and hoarse, and slightly shifted his position beneath her.

The movement also caused a change in angle and his cock to hit her sweet spot. With a strangled moan, Aleera’s body convulsed and she tumbled over the edge, her thighs trembling heavily and her pussy clenching rhythmically around Daemon’s cock. He gritted his teeth and stopped to thrust into her, instead just letting her ride out her orgasm and fighting his own back. But Aleera didn’t stop the movements of her hips, continuing to roll them against his and increasing the speed again after the most intense waves of her climax had subsided after a long moment.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and threw her head back, already chasing another orgasm after two months without them. “Please, Daemon, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum again!”

He resumed his thrusts with a guttural groan, pounding into her from beneath and now chasing his own climax that he could feel creeping up on him. His hands grabbed her hips firmly again and pulled her down against him to meet his thrusts halfway, increasing the force of it and causing the knot of pleasure to form in her belly again.

Aleera wasn’t aware of the sounds that escaped her lips, gasps, moans, and whimpers, nor did she care about the volume. She’d never been one to keep quiet during sex, and measured by the thrusts becoming harder, Daemon very much liked that she let him hear how amazing he made her feel.

“Daemon,” Aleera moaned breathlessly and looked at him, the sight of his handsome face beautifully distorted with pleasure almost pushing her over the edge. She could feel a specific tension building in her lower belly and pussy, a pressure that she had only experienced twice in her life but that she craved since then. “I’m gonna squirt!”

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but as he comprehended her words, his eyebrows drew together in slight confusion and he returned her gaze with a question in his eyes. Aleera didn’t have the chance to explain anything, instead concentrating on this addictive feeling of an approaching orgasm. The delicious drag of his thick cock over every inch of her sensitive walls, the constant stimulation of her G-spot, the expression of pure ecstasy on his face, and his groans of pleasure in her ears were an intoxication combination.

But she didn’t come. For a long moment, she walked the fine line between tumbling over the edge and calming down again, the knot in her belly coiled up impossibly tight and her pussy tightening and pulsing around Daemon’s cock. The pleasure that surged through her with each of his thrusts became almost unbearable, and she wrapped one arm around his shoulders, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whimpering helplessly.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon moaned with a strained voice and needed to close his eyes for a moment as her cunt tightened around him, squeezing his cock deliciously and pushing him closer to the edge.

He didn’t know what she meant when she had said that she would squirt; he’d never experienced something like this with a woman before, but he knew for sure that he wouldn’t be able to endure it without cuming. Not when it meant that her sweet little pussy would squeeze his cock even more. Daemon could feel his orgasm building rapidly and licking at his spine, his balls tightening in sweet torture. But he was determined to push her over the edge once more before he would allow himself to succumb to the raw ecstasy that set his body on fire.

“Cum for me,” Daemon choked out, his breathing ragged and beads of sweat slowly running down his temples. “You need to cum for me, kēlitsos.” (little cat.)

The sound of his voice, strained and dark with lust, caused the knot in Aleera’s belly to finally snap and let her shatter. The scream that left her mouth was loud and long as her orgasm finally crashed through her and her body convulsed heavily in his arms. Her vision turned black for a long moment, and her thighs trembled and squeezed his hips as her body tried to close her legs.

Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice, the squeeze bordering painful, milking him for all he was worth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His muscles tensed and with a guttural moan, Daemon succumbed to his own orgasm, his hot seed spilling deep into her while she squirted all over his cock and lap, the clear fluid gushing out of her pussy for multiple seconds and wetting both their lower bodies and the leather of the drivers seat of his beloved Ferrari.

Panting heavy, they both just sat there for a long moment in a tight embrace, reveling in the port-orgasmic bliss and trying to catch their breath. Aleera straightened herself after a few minutes and looked at Daemon, her eyes shining brightly with satisfaction and the blue being more vibrant than he'd ever seen it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as he shifted a little and became acutely aware of the wetness between both their bodies and his ass and the seat.

Looking down and seeing the evidence of the pleasure he had bestowed upon her, Daemon remarked dryly: “It seems like you have ruined my car.” Aleera merely raised an eyebrow and gave him a smug grin. “I must say watching you experiencing such a strong orgasm was quite enticing and satisfying. Did you squirt before?”

“Twice,” she answered, her voice slightly hoarse and lifted herself up to climb back into the passengers seat, another quiet moan spilling over her lips as his cock slipped out of her. “Both times with the same man.”

“Not Crispin, I suppose,” Daemon said and awkwardly pulled his pants back up.

“No,” Aleera replied with a small laugh, amused by the deliberate falseness of her husband’s name and fixed her panties and dress, reveling in the feeling of Daemon’s seed slowly dripping out of her pussy. “Not with him.”

“Good,” he said and started the car again to drive into the garage, completely ignoring that his pants were now damp.

The silence that settled between them was comfortable and had something intimate, as if they already were a couple for several years. Both of them remained sitting in the car after the purring of the engine had stopped and just looked at each other.

“Do you want to come inside?” Daemon asked quietly after a moment, his eyes warm and loving.

Aleera knew that this wasn’t just the question if she would like to sleep here in his house until tomorrow before she returned to her husband. This question contained so much more. An affectionate and happy smile spread across her face.

“I’d very much like to.”

@schniiipsel

My first time writing smut in English ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it :)

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