Caught Her Moaning My Name: Raw First-Night Fuck with the Bitchy Vet

The doorbell buzzes at 9:15 PM. My heart slams like a drum. It’s her. Anne-Sophie. The blonde bitch vet who’s been torturing me at work. I fling open the door. There she stands, leather biker jacket zipped tight, black pants hugging her long legs, helmet under arm. Her perfume hits me—sharp citrus mixed with leather. No blouse, just that red tee screaming ‘I’m nyctalope.’ Fuck, she’s hot. ‘Had trouble finding the place,’ she mutters, eyes flicking over my thin pajamas clinging to my curves. I shrug. ‘Come in. Make yourself at home.’ She drops the helmet on my sideboard. Zips down the jacket slow. We stare. Tension crackles. My phone vibrates on the coffee table—ignored ex, who cares. She’s here for me. We sink onto the couch, knees touching. ‘You think I’m crazy?’ she whispers, hand brushing her hair back. Her breath quickens. I lean in. ‘No. Passionate. Horny as fuck for me.’ Scotch poured. Glasses clink. ‘To us?’ Her lips brush mine. Electric. I lead her to the bedroom. Heart racing. No more games. ‘Get naked,’ I say. Urgency burns after days of her cold stares and secret moans.