Chapter 5 The Facade

Sophia woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The bed felt bigger, the sheets smelled like a man’s cologne mixed with sex, and a heavy arm was draped across her stomach. Then it all came rushing back.

She turned her head and found him watching her, his brown eyes soft in the morning light coming through the blinds. He looked good like this. He was shirtless, hair messy, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “You slept like you needed it.”

“I did,” Sophia admitted, stretching. The movement made the sheet slip down, exposing her bare breasts. Victor’s gaze dropped immediately, darkening with hunger.

He leaned in and kissed her slowly, his hand cupping one breast gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it stiffened. Sophia sighed into his mouth, feeling that familiar ache return between her legs. But instead of pushing for more, Victor pulled back.

“Come on. I made breakfast. We should eat before you head out.”

They moved to the kitchen together. Sophia wore Victor’s old t-shirts that reached mid-thigh. Every time she reached up for something, the hem rode higher, and she could feel his eyes on her ass. The domestic feel of it all; cooking, eating, laughing about small things felt strangely intimate.

“I have to go see my lawyer today about the divorce,” Victor said, sipping his coffee. “It’s getting messy. My soon-to-be ex is fighting for more than she should.”

Sophia nodded. “And I have to figure out what to do about Marcus. He keeps texting. Lila too.”

Victor reached across the table and took her hand. “You don’t owe them anything. But if it gets too much, tell me. I’ll handle it.”

The protectiveness in his voice sent a warm flutter through her. After breakfast, Victor pulled her onto his lap on the couch. His hands slid under the t-shirt, gripping her bare ass as he kissed her neck.

“I need one more taste before you leave,” he murmured.

Sophia moaned softly as he lifted her onto the couch and spread her thighs. He ate her pussy with slow, deliberate licks, savoring her like she was his favorite meal. No rushing. Just long strokes of his tongue across her clit, two thick fingers sliding in and out while she gripped his hair and whimpered.

“Victor… oh fuck, right there,” she gasped, grinding against his face.

When she came, it was quiet and intense, her thighs trembling around his head. He kissed his way up her body and held her afterward, his hard cock pressing against her through his sweatpants, but he didn’t try to fuck her.

“Not here. Not now,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I want to take you properly again soon. Somewhere we don’t have to rush.”

Sophia left his house around 10 AM, her body still buzzing. The drive home felt different. She kept checking her mirrors, half expecting to see Lila’s car following her. When she got to her apartment, there was a note taped to her door from Marcus: *I’m not giving up on us.*

She crumpled it and threw it away.

The next two days passed in a strange pace. Sophia went back to work at the marketing firm, trying to act normal. But everything felt heightened. Her pussy still felt sensitive from the weekend. Every time she sat down, she remembered Victor stretching her. During lunch breaks, they texted constantly.

Victor: ‘Can’t stop thinking about how you tasted on my tongue yesterday.’

Sophia: ‘I’m wet at work because of you. This is your fault.’

Their messages got filthier as the days went on, but they didn’t meet. The risk felt too high. Lila had started posting sad quotes on social media and had driven past Sophia’s apartment twice.

On Thursday evening, Sophia was making dinner when her doorbell rang. Her heart jumped. She checked the peephole.

It was Lila again, this time with red eyes and a determined look.

Sophia opened the door slightly. “Lila, I told you I need space.”

“I know,” Lila said quickly. “But I saw your car at the Velvet Room area on Saturday night. Were you with someone? You’ve been acting… different.”

Sophia’s stomach dropped. She had been careful, but not careful enough.

“I was drinking alone,” she lied smoothly. “Trying to forget what I saw.”

Lila didn’t look convinced. “Dad’s been acting weird too. He barely answers my calls since the divorce stuff started. You two haven’t… talked or anything, right?”

The question hung in the air. Sophia forced a laugh. “Why would I talk to your stepdad?”

Lila shrugged. “Just being paranoid, I guess. I feel like I’m losing everyone at once.”

Guilt tried to creep in, but Sophia pushed it down. The memory of Lila moaning on Marcus’s cock was stronger.

After Lila left, Sophia immediately texted Victor.

Sophia: ‘Lila is suspicious. She asked if we’ve talked.’

Victor: ‘Come over tonight. We need to be smart, but I need to see you.’

She shouldn’t have gone. But at 10 PM, after the neighborhood had quieted down, Sophia drove to Victor’s house, parking two streets away and walking the rest of the way.

The moment she stepped inside, Victor pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he’d been starving. They didn’t make it past the living room. He bent her over the back of the couch, lifted her skirt, and pushed into her from behind in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he groaned, gripping her hips as he started fucking her with deep, steady strokes.

Sophia moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Harder, Daddy. I’ve been aching for you.”

He gave it to her good, long, powerful thrusts that made her tits bounce inside her top. The sound of his balls slapping against her wet skin filled the room. But even in the heat of it, they kept their voices lower than usual. Every creak of the house made them pause for a second, listening.

After he came deep inside her, they moved to his bed and lay together, naked and tangled.

“We have to be more careful,” Victor said, running his fingers through her hair. “Lila’s not stupid. If she finds out, it’ll blow up everything.”

“I know,” Sophia whispered, tracing the lines of his chest. “But I don’t want to stop. Being with you… it feels like I’m finally alive again.”

Victor smiled and pulled her on top of him. They made love again, slower this time. Sophia rode him gently, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. She leaned down to kiss him as she came, moaning softly into his mouth while her pussy clenched around his cock.

Later, as they shared a late snack in the kitchen, Victor looked at her seriously.

“I’m falling for you, Sophia. This started as revenge and escape for both of us, but it’s becoming something more.”

Sophia’s heart raced. She felt the same, but the complications scared her. “I feel it too. But we’re playing with fire.”

By the time she left at 2 AM, sneaking back to her car through the dark streets, Sophia knew the cracks in their facade were growing. One wrong move and everything could explode.

But as she drove home with Victor’s cum still inside her, she couldn’t bring herself to care as much as she should.