Whispers of Secrets: Darius

Emily is a nice girl but she gets introduced to Darius and yk how that goes. Her name was Emily. She had always been the quiet type, soft-spoken, polite, modest to the point of seeming invisible. Nate loved that about her. She was his sweet, gentle girlfriend of six years. Predictable. Safe. His.

Until the night she met Darius. It happened at a friend's party. Darius stood across the room, towering, dark-skinned, broad-shouldered and inked from neck to wrist. His eyes were quiet fire. Emily met his gaze once and felt her thighs clench. She didn’t know why. She only knew something primal had awakened.

Later that night, he cornered her in the kitchen.

"You don't know what you want?"" he murmured, brushing past her.

She barely slept that night.

Within a week, she was texting him. Then sending pictures. Then standing outside his apartment in a short skirt and nothing underneath, heart thudding like a war drum.

He opened the door shirtless, cock already semi-hard in gray sweats. No words. Just rough hands grabbing her waist, yanking her inside, spinning her to face the wall.

"No panties?"

"No, Darius," she whispered.

"Good girl."

He slid one hand up her thigh, cupping her soaked pussy from behind. She gasped, pressing back against him.

"Wet already? That boyfriend of yours even touch you like this?"

"He can't."

" Damn right he can."

He dropped his sweats. She turned, gasping. His cock was huge. Thick, long, intimidating. She sank to her knees without a word, mouth watering.

"Take it out, baby. Show me how much you want it."

She licked the head first, slow and worshipful, before wrapping her lips around the tip and sinking deeper. He grabbed her hair, guiding her pace, groaning as she gagged around him.

"Fuck. Look at you," he muttered. "Pretty little white girl choking on real cock."

She kept going, eyes watery, makeup smudging.

"That's enough. Get up. I need *feels* that pussy."

He bent her over the armrest of the couch, lifting her skirt up around her waist. Her pussy glistened.

"You dripping like you *need* this," he said, lining himself up.

"Please," she begged. "please, Darius."

He pushed in. Slowly. Inch by thick, punishing inch.

"Oh my *God*!" she cried, clawing at the couch as he stretched her wide.

"Too big?"

"No! Just you fuck me!"

He slammed into her, hand gripping her throat, hips pounding. She was a mess. Drooling, moaning, body jolting with each thrust.

"Say whose pussy this is."

"Yours! Darius! Yours!"

He reached under her, rubbing her clit until she screamed through her orgasm. She collapsed forward, shuddering, legs weak.

He came deep inside her with a groan, filling her until she whimpered.

She didn’t clean up. She got dressed slowly, cum still dripping down her thighs, and went home to Nate.

He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Emily," he said.

"New life."

Reference text: Emily new life

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