It was a Tuesday afternoon. Maya’s son was still at school. She had just finished folding laundry when the hard, impatient knock came at her door.
She froze. No one knocked like that.
She checked the peephole.
Mr. Harlan stood in the hallway, hands in the pockets of his jeans, expression flat and already hungry. He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t given any warning. He simply showed up.
Maya’s stomach dropped. She opened the door only a few inches.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered.
He pushed the door wider with one hand and stepped inside without asking. The door clicked shut behind him. He locked it.
“You’re behind again,” he said, voice low. “I decided not to wait for the weekend.”
“My son will be home in two hours—”
“Then we don’t have two hours.” He was already unbuckling his belt. “On your knees. Now.”
Maya’s pulse hammered. She dropped to her knees on the thin living-room carpet because the alternative was still the street. Harlan pulled his cock out, already thick and heavy, and fed it straight into her mouth. He didn’t ease in. He pushed until her nose pressed against his stomach and held her there while she gagged and drooled around him.
“Quiet,” he muttered, fist tight in her hair. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors hearing how well you pay rent.”
He fucked her throat in short, deep strokes, watching her eyes water. Spit ran down her chin and soaked the front of her shirt. When he finally pulled out it was only to drag her up by the hair and bend her over the arm of her own couch—the same one her son sat on every evening.
He yanked her leggings and panties down to her knees in one motion, spread her open, and shoved two fingers into her cunt without warning. She was already wet. He laughed under his breath.
“Still get soaked the second I walk through the door. Good.”
He replaced his fingers with his cock in one hard thrust that forced a muffled cry out of her. One hand clamped over her mouth. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he started pounding her—deep, relentless strokes that made the couch creak. He fucked her like he owned the apartment and everything in it, including her.
When he pulled out he spun her around, shoved her to her knees again, and pushed back into her throat so she could taste herself on him. Then he dragged her to the bedroom, pushed her face-down on her own bed, and spit on her asshole.
“Every hole,” he reminded her, the same words as always. “Even when I show up unannounced.”
He forced his cock into her ass in one long, brutal push. Maya bit the pillow to stay quiet. Harlan fucked her open with the same merciless rhythm, one hand pinning the back of her neck, the other reaching under to rub her clit until she came shaking and silent around him. He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, then pulled out only long enough to shove back into her cunt and finish there, flooding her while she trembled beneath him.
He still wasn’t done.
He rolled her onto her back, straddled her chest, and made her clean his cock with her mouth while he watched the clock on her nightstand. Cum and spit streaked her lips and chin. When he hardened again he pushed her legs up and took her ass a second time, slower now, grinding deep so she felt every inch. He came in her throat at the end, holding her head down until she swallowed everything.
Only then did he pull out, tuck himself away, and look at the time.
“Forty minutes left,” he said calmly. “Clean yourself up. I don’t want your boy smelling me on you.”
He left the same way he arrived—without warning, without softness—leaving Maya on the bed with both holes leaking, throat raw, and the knowledge that he could show up any day now.
The arrangement had changed.
He no longer waited for weekends

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