One Shots

Forbidden (Kuzaless)

This is for a certain someone who won't ever stop pestering me for Kuza smut. You know who you are.

Hopefully I'll get the personal motivation to write more and get some stuff out out for the few of you who have expressed interest in requesting things. I've been in a bit of a rough spot, mentally. A huge thank you to all of you who read and support my work on here, you little fuckers keep me breathing.

P.S. it's my birthday today and I feel like an old fucker...

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No one ever wants to imagine themselves cheating on their husband. Not normal people, at least. I never thought I would get married, much less have the balls to cheat on the man who vowed to stay by my side for the rest of eternity. Least of all with the man who stood beside me that day at the altar.

I tried to be the best husband I could be, for Devin, but I was failing miserably at controlling my sexual desires for other men.

My hands curled around the edge of the sturdy wooden desk as my secret lover rammed into me from behind. His pierced lips nipped at the flushed skin on my back and neck, sucking light marks where the swirling ink  would disguise his claim on me.

His touch was everywhere it needed to be, large calloused hands groping and stroking and squeezing from my neck down to my thighs as he continued his assault on my prostate.

The friction between the glossy black wood I was forced over and my throbbing member was starting to get to me. I arched my back to push my ass deeper in his abdomen, his cock buried somewhere so deep inside of me I was almost convinced I could taste it.

"Chris-mmm, fuck!" He chuckled, the soft tickle of air leaving his lips softly close to my neck while he fucked me sending a shiver up my spine.

"Is my dirty little whore gonna cum?" He nipped at the stretched skin of my earlobe. "Cum all over my desk like the little slut you are."

I moaned, clenching the muscles in my ass and thighs in a vice around his cock.

One of his hands came down on my ass, and the sensation sent me over the edge.

Chris let out a little grunt, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he let himself go.

He remained hilted inside of me, chest collapsed on my back so that our bodies were flush with each other. His lips continued to kiss and nip softly around my exposed throat, and I let one of my hands release the desk in order to tangle in his inky black hair. A hoarse moan ripped through my throat and I subconsciously pushed my hips back to grind on him.

My eyes shifted to the clock on the wall, knowing we had run out of time for a round two.

"Pull out, for fucks sake, or we'll never leave the office."

Chris smirked, sliding out and grabbing a towel from one of his drawers to I could get cleaned up. "That would be tragic." He tied his sweaty hair back with one of the bands around his wrist and bent down to redress. "I couldn't bare to miss chicken and waffles night."

I rolled my eyes, struggling to rebutton the front of my dress shirt with my sex fried brain.

"Devin makes waffles almost every fucking day. It's an addiction." Chris stepped over and finished doing my shirt up for me with a cheeky grin.

"Probably has something to do with your daughter." He picked me up and began to straighten his desk back up while I shimmied into my skinny jeans. "I read something about craving sweet things with girls. Ricky won't shut up about how jealous he is."