Everything had been going perfectly since the party. The board was eating up the “perfect married couple” act, the office buzzed with congratulations every time they walked in together, and at home Derek made sure to fuck Stiles senseless every single night before bed — pounding her into the mattress until she was a trembling, cum-filled mess. But the last three days had been hell for him. Stiles was buried in back-to-back meetings and quarterly reports, barely letting him touch her. His cock had been rock-hard and aching for days, leaking pre-cum in his slacks every time he caught a glimpse of her fat tits or that short skirt.

Today he couldn’t take it anymore.