Dick took a step closer, closing the distance between them. He was just close enough that his presence felt invasive, yet comforting. "You can't pour from an empty cup, Mrs. Turner. You've spent years doing everything for him, sacrificing for him. But who's taking care of you?"
She looked up, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I... I just do what needs to be done," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of years of exhaustion. "I've never... thought about it."
"That's the problem," he replied softly, brushing a hand through his hair, casual but deliberate. "You've been running on empty for so long, you've forgotten what it feels like to matter."
Her chest heaved with a shaky breath as she blinked rapidly, the tears threatening to spill. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to hold herself together. Dick could see it—the vulnerability, the exhaustion, the loneliness.
"You don't have to do this alone," Dick said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his hand brushing hers as he took the teacup from her trembling fingers. The contact was brief, but enough to send a jolt through her, something she hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't have to be strong all the time."
She swallowed hard, her lip trembling. "I don't know how to be anything else," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dick leaned in slightly, his gaze locked on hers, his voice soft but insistent. "You don't have to pretend with me."
Her breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, and for a moment, she was speechless, lost in the intensity of his eyes. She could feel the walls she'd built around herself starting to crumble, piece by piece.
"I see you, Mrs. Turner, I see you Lin." Dick whispered, his voice smooth, intimate. "I see everything you've done. You deserve more than this. More than being taken for granted."
Her hands shook as she clutched the edge of the table, her eyes searching his for something—anything—that could make sense of the emotions swirling inside her. "But I don't... I don't know what to do," she stammered, the tears finally spilling over, tracking down her cheeks.
"You let go," Dick said simply, his tone soft but firm. "Just for a little while. Let someone else take the weight."
Her breath hitched, and she glanced away, staring at the floor as if trying to find her footing, but there was none. She was drowning, and Dick knew it. He could see it in every trembling breath, every tear she tried to hide.
He stepped even closer, close enough that she could feel the heat of him behind her, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "You deserve to feel wanted. To feel... appreciated."
Her shoulders shook, and she pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a sob. "I don't... I don't know how to ask for that," she whispered, her voice broken.
Dick placed a hand on her shoulder, gentle but firm, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "You don't have to ask," he murmured, his voice smooth, coaxing. "Just let it happen."
She turned slightly, her tear-streaked face tilting up to meet his gaze, her eyes wide and filled with confusion and longing. "I don't want to feel like this anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her words laced with the kind of desperation that comes from years of loneliness.
"You don't have to," Dick whispered back, his lips hovering near her ear, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her waist, slowly.
Her breath caught, her body trembling under his touch. "I... I can't," she murmured, but there was no conviction in her voice, no real resistance. It was the kind of weak protest that came more from fear than any real desire to stop.
"You can," Dick replied softly, his hand tightening on her waist, pulling her just a little closer. "You deserve this, Lin. You deserve to feel good. To feel wanted."
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was trapped, torn between the guilt gnawing at her and the yearning for something—anything—that would make her feel alive again. And Dick was offering her exactly that, wrapped up in smooth words and careful touches.
"Just let go," he whispered again, his voice a seductive murmur, his other hand brushing her cheek, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. "You've carried enough for everyone else. Now it's time to take something for yourself."
She closed her eyes, her body trembling as she leaned into his touch, the last of her resistance crumbling away. For the first time in years, she wasn't the one holding everything together. For the first time, she let herself be vulnerable, let herself be wanted.
Dick leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You're beautiful, strong." His hand traced the curve of her waist, fingers pressing just enough to remind her she wasn't alone. He could feel her trembling under his touch, the tension in her body giving way to something else—something raw, primal.
Her breath hitched, her body betraying her hesitation. She didn't pull away, didn't stop him. Instead, she leaned into the warmth of his body, the years of exhaustion melting under the weight of his presence. Dick's eyes darkened, taking in the sight of her—Lin, with her subtle curves hidden beneath the practicality of her clothes, the softness in her skin that hadn't yet faded with age. Her frame, though petite, was solid. Her body wasn't young, but had a mature charm.
"You've been carrying this weight for too long," he murmured, his hand sliding up her back, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath her skin. "Let me take it off you."
She shuddered, her lips parting in a soft gasp as his hands roamed lower, fingers teasing the edge of her waistband. "I... I can't..." she whispered, but the protest was weak, her body leaning into his touch.
"You can," he whispered, his voice low. "You've earned it, Lin. You've earned this."
Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling as she tried to hold onto the last shred of control, but it was slipping through her fingers. Dick's hands moved under her shirt. "You deserve to be touched like this," he whispered, his voice rougher now, filled with a hunger that matched her own. "To feel wanted, like the woman you are."
Lin let out a soft moan, her hands tightening on his shoulders as her body melted against his. She hadn't felt like this in so long—hadn't felt desired, hadn't felt alive. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, the kind of feeling that wiped away everything else—the guilt, the exhaustion, the loneliness.
Dick's hands slid lower, his fingers curling around the waistband of her pants, pulling her even closer. His lips brushed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. Her skin was warm, soft, and he could feel the pulse of her heartbeat quickening under his touch.
He pushed her up against the counter, the movement swift. Lin gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as he pressed against her, his lips finding her neck again. She tilted her head back, giving him more access, her body arching into him. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. But that wasn't what either of them wanted.
Dick's fingers slid down to the waistband of her pants, tugging them just enough to expose the skin underneath. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "You want this. Don't pretend like you don't."
She let out a shaky breath, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders. "I-I don't know..." But her body said otherwise. Every inch of her was pulling him closer, desperate for the release he promised. Her voice was betraying her, the words crumbling into broken gasps as his hands roamed freely, no longer waiting for permission.
He grabbed her waist, lifting her easily onto the counter. Dick leaned in, their faces inches apart, his breath mingling with hers. Lin's eyes fluttered closed, her body melting against him as she gave in. Dick's hands slid up her thighs, rough and unrelenting as they explored the soft skin beneath her clothes. She shivered under his touch, her fingers digging into his arms as if holding on for dear life. He didn't wait, his lips claiming hers with a fierce hunger. Her moan was muffled against his mouth.
Dick started to undress her. There was no need for delays. His fingers worked swiftly, slipping her clothes off as he claimed her lips once more. Her breath hitched, the air between them heavy with the weight of something long suppressed. She arched her body into his, pulling him closer, her hands clumsy as they fumbled with his shirt.
He pushed her harder against the counter, the cold edge biting into her lower back, but she didn't seem to care. If anything, it pushed her further, a small whimper escaping her lips as she let herself fall completely into his grip.
Her blouse fell away, revealing the taut skin underneath, soft yet firm beneath his touch. Dick's hands roamed her body, fingers tracing the lines of her ribs before sliding up to cup her breasts. Lin moaned softly, her hips moving unconsciously against him. He pulled back slightly, eyes dark, watching her reaction.
Her lips parted, her eyes wide, barely focusing on him, but filled with something primal. His hands slid lower, yanking her skirt down with one sharp tug. She kicked it off clumsily, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him against her as if she couldn't stand the space between them for another second.
Dick chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her bare skin. "Don't be hasty, Lin. Let me love you properly," he muttered, his voice thick with desire as he knelt between her legs. His hands pushed her thighs apart. He didn't waste time. His mouth found its target, his tongue working against her sacred place.
Lin gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as her body reacted, hips twitching involuntarily toward him. Her breath was shallow, coming in ragged pants, the sensations overwhelming her. Dick's hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he continued to lap at her clit.
Raising her head, Lin let out a long, guttural moan, her voice raw and breathless. Her hand pressed firmly on the back of Dick's head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pushed him deeper into her. Unlike Mrs. Harper, Lin's bush was thick, untamed, but that didn't faze him. If anything, the wildness of it made the whole thing more real, more visceral. His tongue worked relentlessly, flicking against her clit with just the right pressure. He could feel the way her body jerked, her hips lifting off the counter, desperate for more.
Her back arched, head thrown back as her mouth parted in a silent cry. She was losing herself to the sensation, each lick driving her further into oblivion. Her legs tightened around his head, thighs trembling as she rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"F-fuck," she gasped, her voice shaky, almost lost between the ragged breaths. The sound only spurred him on, his tongue moving faster, pushing her closer to the edge. She was so wet, soaking his face as she ground against him, chasing that final release with everything she had left. He could feel it building inside her, the tension winding tighter and tighter until—
Her entire body tensed, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as she came, hips bucking against his mouth. Her thighs clamped down on him, body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Dick didn't stop, didn't let up for even a second, riding out every last wave of her pleasure until she finally slumped back, chest heaving, utterly spent.
She stayed there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, her hand still tangled in his hair, her grip loosening as the intensity of the moment faded. Dick pulled back slightly, licking his lips, wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he stood. Her eyes fluttered open, still dazed, her body trembling with the aftershocks. She looked up at him, pupils blown wide, completely undone.
Before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her off the counter and spinning her around. She yelped in surprise, her palms bracing against the cold surface as he bent her over, his body pressing against hers. There was no hesitation, no pause for words. This wasn't about sweet nothings or gentle reassurances.
It was raw. It was primal.
He reached down, yanking his belt off in one swift motion. She could hear the metallic clink as it hit the floor, her heart pounding in anticipation. She felt his hands on her hips, rough and demanding, as he positioned himself behind her. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing her for just a moment before he thrust into her, hard and deep.
Lin cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles turned white. The force of his thrusts pushed her forward, her body sliding against the slick surface as he fucked her relentlessly, hips slamming into her with a rhythm that was more animal than man. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, each one punctuated by the sound of their bodies colliding, skin against skin, the wet, obscene noise filling the small apartment.
"God, you're tight," Dick growled, his voice low and rough as he gripped her hips harder, pulling her back against him with every thrust. She could barely respond, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain, completely lost in the moment. All she could do was moan, her voice hoarse and broken, as he pounded into her.
Her knees buckled, but he didn't let her fall. His grip was unyielding, holding her up as he drove deeper, faster, pushing her closer to the edge once again. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending lit up, sparking with raw, desperate need.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in harsh, tight circles. She screamed, her body jerking violently at the added stimulation, her walls clamping down around him as she came again, harder this time, her entire body convulsing with the force of it. He didn't stop, didn't let her catch her breath, just kept thrusting, fingers working her over until she was nothing more than a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.
"Dick—f-fuck—I can't—" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, but he didn't stop. Her walls clenched around him, tighter and tighter.
He kept on pistoning, "Not so soon, Lin. Not after all this time. You should cherish it." His voice was a low rumble, each word punctuated by the sound of their bodies colliding. She trembled beneath him, her legs quivering, barely able to hold her up as she came again. It was too much—hearing her name from his lips while he dominated her, it sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her, even when she thought there was nothing left.
Chuckling darkly, Dick slowed just enough to shift her, pulling her up from the counter and flipping her around with a rough grip on her waist. Lin barely had time to catch her breath before he hoisted her onto the counter again, her back slamming against the cold surface, her legs spread wide for him. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed, trying to focus on him, but all she could see was the dark intensity in his gaze as he looked down at her.
"You're not done," he murmured, leaning in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not even close."
Lin shuddered, her entire body betraying her, a soft whimper escaping her lips as he slid back inside her, the stretch still as overwhelming as before. Her hands shot up, fingers gripping his arms for stability, but it wasn't enough. The pleasure was too sharp, too raw. Every nerve was screaming, her senses overloaded.
Dick didn't waste time. His pace was brutal, relentless. He drove into her again and again, each thrust harder than the last, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the small kitchen. Lin's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body surrendered to him completely. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Every part of her was consumed by him.
He grinned at the sight of her—this once-resolute woman now reduced to a trembling, gasping mess beneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper, as if her body knew exactly what it needed, even if her mind couldn't keep up. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake, but Dick barely felt the sting. The raw heat between them was too much, overwhelming every other sensation.
She was a petite MILF, her body soft in all the right places, but her grip on his arms told him she wasn't as fragile as she seemed. There was still fight left in her, and that made breaking her down all the more satisfying. Dick grunted, his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "You're taking me so well, Lin. Didn't think you had it in you."
She moaned in response, her body arching off the counter, desperate to meet his thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he couldn't help but lean down to bite the soft flesh of her neck, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"F-fuck..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure rolled through her. Her body was trembling, barely holding itself together, but she wasn't stopping, wasn't asking him to slow down. If anything, her hips bucked against him harder, as if she needed every last inch of him.
Dick grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs wider, forcing her to take him even deeper. He was relentless, each thrust driving her closer to the edge, her moans getting louder, more desperate. The sound of her voice, the way she squirmed beneath him—it was addictive.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice low and rough. "All these years, holding yourself together... and now you're falling apart under me. You love it, don't you?"
Lin could barely form words, her head tossing back and forth as her body took everything he gave her. "I... I—"
"Don't bother lying," Dick cut her off, slamming into her harder, making her cry out. "Your body tells me everything I need to know."
She was so wet, the slick sound of him driving into her filling the room, mingling with the sharp gasps and soft cries that escaped her lips. Her hands clutched at him, desperate, like she needed something to hold onto, something to keep her grounded as she was swept away by the intensity of it all.
Dick felt her body tightening around him, the telltale signs of another orgasm building. He smirked, his pace brutal, unyielding. "You're close again, aren't you?" he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Gonna come all over my cock, aren't you, Lin?"
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Please... please, Dick—"
He didn't let her finish. With a growl, he gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with enough force to send the counter scraping against the floor. Her back arched off the surface, her nails digging into his arms as her body convulsed, the force of her orgasm ripping through her like a wave. She screamed his name, her voice raw, her walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper, tighter.
Dick gritted his teeth, feeling the surge of heat building in his core. He was close, the sight of her coming undone beneath him pushing him to the edge. His pace grew erratic, his thrusts harder, deeper, until finally, with a low, guttural groan, he spilled inside her. His body tensed, the pleasure crashing over him in a blinding wave as he filled her, his grip on her hips tightening as he rode out the last of his release.