No Boner Pills Needed

Taylor Wild’s husband hasn’t touched her in months, and listening to Ethan rail his girlfriends through the bedroom wall is driving her nuts. She hears every slap, every moan, every dirty command Ethan barks at those girls, and it soaks straight through her panties. He fucks like he owns them—raw, rough, greedy—and the sound of it keeps Taylor up at night, legs spread, fingers working, wishing it were her getting pounded like that. Ethan’s young, cocky, and packing heat, and she can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to have all that youth and stamina used on her instead of wasted on girls who can’t even keep up.