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"That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line.
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Chapter: 64: FREEUSE ROOMMATE AGREEMENT (3)CHAPTER 3: SHARED LIKE A GOOD FUCKTOY TAMMIE’S POV My hands are shaking as I reach for the wooden spoon, as I try to stir the bubbling sauce while he rails me from behind. It's impossible to focus - his cock is so deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur, and every thrust shoves me against the counter hard enough to rattle the pots. "Good girl," he grunts, fucking me harder. "Such a good little fucktoy, letting me use your holes while you make me dinner. This is what you were made for, Tammie. Cooking my meals, keeping my house clean, and taking my cock whenever I need to empty my balls." The orgasm blindsides me. One second I'm stirring sauce, the next I'm coming so hard the spoon clatters to the floor and I'm screaming his name, my pussy milking his cock in desperate waves. He doesn't slow down. Fucks me right through it, uses my convulsing cunt to get himself off, and when he finally comes, he buries hims
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Chapter: 64: FREEUSE ROOMMATE AGREEMENT (2)CHAPTER 2: COOKING WITH HIS COCK INSIDE METAMMIE’S POVThe moan that wants to tear from my throat is barely contained - I bite my tongue so hard I taste copper as he sinks into me inch by devastating inch. He's big, so fucking big, stretching my walls around his girth, filling me up in a way I've never been filled before. By the time he bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, I feel impaled. Split open. Owned."Jesus Christ," he groans, his grip tightening on my hip. "You're tight. Tightest fucking cunt I've ever felt. Like a hot little fist squeezing my cock." He pulls back slowly, then pushes in again, and the drag of him against my sensitive walls makes stars explode behind my closed eyes. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Made to be stuffed full of my cock whenever I want."He starts to fuck me in slow, deep strokes - pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, setting a rhythm that's lazy and indulgent, like he has all the time in
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Chapter: 64: FREEUSE ROOMMATE AGREEMENT (1)CHAPTER 1: THE FREEUSE CONTRACTTAMMIE’S POVROOMMATE AGREEMENT - ADDENDUM CEffective Date: March 15thBetween: Reed Callahan (Roommate A) and Tammie Moreno (Roommate B)Clause 7: Roommate B agrees to make herself available for Roommate A's physical use during designated sleeping hours (11pm - 7am). During these hours, Roommate B will remain passive and non-responsive. Roommate A may access Roommate B's body at his discretion, without prior notification or explicit verbal consent at the time of access, as consent is given in perpetuity upon signing of this agreement.Clause 8: In exchange for compliance with Clause 7, Roommate A will assume full responsibility for Roommate B's portion of rent ($1,850/month) for the duration of this agreement.Clause 9: Either party may terminate this agreement with 48 hours written notice.Clause 10: Roommate B confirms she is of legal age, sound mind, and entering this agreement freely and without coercion.Signature: Tam
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Chapter: 63: MY DIRTY MASSAGE WITH BESTIE’S DAD (5)CHAPTER 5: LEAKING DADDY'S LOADMIRA'S POVThe orgasm detonates through me. Not a wave this time but an explosion, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that milk his cock. I hear him groan, feel him bury himself deep, and then he's coming too - hot, thick ropes flooding my cunt as he holds himself inside me."Fuck, Mira - fuck -"He keeps coming, keeps filling me, and I feel every pulse, every throb, every drop of his cum painting my insides. It's too much. There's so much that it starts leaking out around his cock, dripping down my thighs, making a mess of us both.He stays inside me for a long moment, both of us panting, trembling, destroyed. Then he slowly pulls out and I feel his cum gush out of me, feel it sliding down my thighs in thick, obscene rivulets."Holy shit," I whisper into the face cradle."Yeah." His hand strokes down my spine, almost tender. "That abo
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Chapter: 63: MY DIRTY MASSAGE WITH BESTIE’S DAD (4)CHAPTER 4: FILLED, FOLDED, FUCKED STUPIDMIRA'S POVI am. God, I am. My eyes keep dropping to that thick bulge, imagining what's underneath, imagining how it would feel stretching me open after years of nothing but my own fingers and mediocre vibrators."Tell me what you want, Mira." He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to show the deep V of his hips, the trail of dark hair leading down. "Use your words.""I want-" My voice cracks. I swallow and try again. "I want you to fuck me.""Want me to fuck you where?"Jesus Christ. "Here. On the table. Wherever. I don't care, I just need-""Need what?""I need your cock inside me." The words tumble out desperate and shameless. "Please, Jerome. I've been thinking about it for years - since I was nineteen, since the first time I saw you come out of the pool with your shorts clinging to-" I cut myself off, face bu
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Chapter: 63: MY DIRTY MASSAGE WITH BESTIE’S DAD (3)CHAPTER 3:CUMMING ON MY BEST FRIEND'S DADDY'S TONGUE MIRA'S POV He's stretching me now, filling me in a way that aches in the best possible way, and his thumb hasn't stopped circling my swollen, throbbing clit for even a second. I'm so sensitive that every touch feels like too much and not enough at the same time. "Emerald talks about you constantly," he continues, conversational, like he's not two fingers deep in her best friend's dripping pussy. "How stressed you've been. How you never make time for yourself. How you haven't been with anyone since that asshole ex of yours." His fingers curl, finding that devastating spot inside me, and I bite clean through the foam of the face cradle. "What was his name? Jorah? Emerald said he never made you come. Said you faked it for two years because he was too selfish to learn how to touch you properly." I want to fucking die.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 118: WHEN SO MUCH IS ON THE LINEEMBER’S POVDinner comes together faster than I expected — some kind of pasta dish with roasted vegetables and garlic bread that fills the safehouse with smells rich enough to make my stomach cramp with hunger.I didn’t realize how empty I was until the food was in front of me.We eat at the small table, all four of us crammed together, and for a little while it almost feels normal.Like we’re just friends sharing a meal, not fugitives hiding out in a safehouse while enemies circle and conspiracies unravel.Queenie chatters about the Summit, about Rayana holding down the fort, about a hundred small pieces of gossip that don’t matter but help fill the silence.She’s good at that — filling silences. Making spaces feel warmer than they are.Knox sits close to me, his thigh pressed against mine under the table.Every so often his hand finds my knee, squeezes, like he needs to keep reminding himself I’m here. That I’m real. That I didn’t disappear while he wasn’t looking.And I lean into h
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Chapter: CHAPTER 117: THE DEATH OF MEEMBER’S POVThe break-in at the penthouse. The flash drive Logan was searching for. The recordings that got leaked to the council — recordings that almost got me sent back to Gale.Nathaniel knowing something about that night, something from years ago, something that Logan now knows too.Something he doesn’t want Knox to be aware of.What is Nathaniel hiding? Did he sell Knox out to Logan? And if so — why? What could possibly be worth betraying the man he’s served for over a decade?My heart hurts for Knox. For this man who trusts so few people and might be about to discover that one of the few he does trust has been lying to him all along.I can’t sit on the other end of the couch anymore. Can’t keep this distance between us when he’s hurting like this.Against his resistance, I crawl across the cushions and into his lap, straddling him before he can stop me.“Ember—”I kiss him, soft and slow, swallowing whatever protest he was about to make.My hands find his jaw, thumbs stroking a
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Chapter: CHAPTER 116: IT ALL GOES BACK TO HIMEMBER’S POV“Unless a few council members tattled to Harrison over the years, and Gale got wind of it. Then Gale told him.” He shakes his head. “It’s possible. Gale and Logan were close. But still — the things Logan implied he knew… those aren’t things that should have made it outside that room.”I freeze inside.Because I remember Logan’s break into the penthouse. Tearing through Knox’s office. Searching for something — a flash drive, Nathaniel had said.And suddenly I’m wondering if it’s all connected. The break-in, the secrets, whatever Logan knows that Knox doesn’t.“Is there anything else that happened that night?” I ask slowly, carefully, trying to keep my voice neutral even as my heart pounds. “Anything that could be… damning? Something someone might want to use against you?”Knox shakes his head, frustration bleeding into every line of his body.“I can’t remember. That’s the whole fucking problem, Ember. I don’t even know how Logan knows what he knows, or what exactly he knows
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Chapter: CHAPTER 115: DON’T FUCKING TEMPT MEEMBER’S POVIt’s bigger than I expected — industrial, clearly some kind of converted warehouse, but someone has made an effort to make it livable.There’s a couch, a kitchen area, a table covered in papers and tablets and what look like security reports.Knox is standing at the counter with his back to me, dressed in fresh clothes, his hair still damp. He’s gripping the edge of the counter hard enough that his knuckles have gone white.He turns when he hears me.And stops.His gaze travels down my body slowly — the oversized shirt, the bare legs, the obvious lack of anything underneath — and when his eyes meet mine again, they’re burning gold.Then he bolts across the room.One second there’s space between us, and the next he has me pinned against the wall, his hands slamming on either side of my head, his body caging me in completely.“What are you doing?” His voice is a low growl. “Nathaniel is around. You’re going to put on some shorts right now, Ember.”I look up at him through my
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Chapter: CHAPTER 114: SHHEMBER’S POVThe kiss is desperate, consuming, nothing like the gentle comfort from before. This is need. This is hunger.This is two people who almost lost each other trying to prove that they’re still breathing.I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock and fuck — he’s bigger than usual.Thick and hard and so swollen the veins are bulging under my fingers, the tip flushed and angry and dripping precum down my knuckles.The sound he makes against my mouth is filthy — a tormented sound between a growl and a groan that vibrates through my whole body — and his hips jerk forward, shoving more of that fat cock into my grip like he can’t help himself.I stroke him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein drag against my palm, feeling him pulse and throb in my hand like he’s got a heartbeat there.He’s so big my fingers barely wrap around him. So hard it looks almost painful.“Ember.” My name sounds like a prayer and a warning all at once, his voice tortured. “We shouldn’t—”“Shh.” I s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 113: WASH IT ALL AWAYEMBER’S POVI remember the way he launched himself toward me. The way his body curled around mine, shielding me completely.The way he took arrow after arrow into his own flesh just to keep them from reaching me.“I know,” I whisper. “Thank you. You saved me. You somehow always do.”We sit in the quiet for a while, just breathing together. Then I ask a question that has been at the back of my mind.“What happened after I went out? Where is Harrison? Is he…”Goddess. I hope he was.“Harrison went off the cliff,” he says, his voice hardening slightly. “We haven’t found a body. He might still be alive.”My heart drops.“And Gale?”Something dark and satisfied flickers through his expression.“Well, you handled that yourself, didn’t you? He’s in the basement, and he is barely breathing.”Good, I think, and the coldness of it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.“There’s more.” Knox’s jaw tightens. “The transfer wasn’t random. Harrison didn’t act alone — the custody guards handed Gale over wi
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