To The Letter

Lizzie's been getting dirty letters from overseas for months—her soldier husband promising he's coming back, promising something filthy and new when he does. She saves the silk blindfold like it's a sex talisman, ties it on tight the day he says he's home, kneels on the bed bare-ass naked and dripping, waiting for him to claim her. Blindfolded, she takes it hard when a hand grips her hip and a cock slides deep. Every thrust knocks something loose, wet slaps echoing off the walls. Then the blindfold slips—just an inch—and that's when she sees it isn't her husband's cock inside her. It's Sam's. Her husband's brother. She freezes mid-moan. His hand clamps the back of her neck, keeps her still while he rails her harder, smirking. Turns out the love letters weren't from her husband at all; her real husband won't be coming back, and Sam's making sure she finds out the hard way—one merciless stroke at a time.