Novels by Rayby

I dropped to my knees on the soft rug in Damian's bedroom, the cool air making my naked skin tingle all over. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, so loud I was sure they could both hear it. Elena sat in that big leather armchair by the window, her legs crossed slow and easy, like she was watching a movie. Her eyes raked over me, up my bare legs, over my wet pussy, and up to my hard nipples that stuck out like they were begging. She smiled, small and mean, her hand resting on her thigh, her fingers tapping lightly.Damian stood there, his cock hard and thick and already pointing right at me. The head was shiny with pre-cum, the vein along the side pulsing. He looked at me with those dark eyes, full of hunger, but he didn't move.Elena's voice came out smooth. "Take him in your mouth, little maid. Show me how you make him lose it."I leaned forward, my knees digging into the rug. My hands were shaking, but I wrapped one around the base of his cock. It was hot, like fire under my

The knock came again softly, but it felt like a hammer against my chest. “Lila? I said we need to talk,” she repeated, sounding a little more stern.I was still naked, the sheets kicked to the floor, Damian’s cum sticky on my thighs, my breasts, and my stomach, and the room smelled like us, like sweat and sex and everything nasty we had done only minutes ago. My body was sore, used, and glowing. My pussy throbbed every time I moved, a constant reminder of how deep he’d been and how hard he’d fucked me while his girlfriend slept just down the hall.I scrambled for a nearby robe to cover up, picking up the thin silk that barely covered anything, and tied it quickly with shaking fingers, and my legs felt like jelly as I walked back to the door.I opened it only a few inches, and Elena stood there, looking perfect even this late. Her blonde hair fell in waves, her makeup still fresh, and her lips red. She wore Damian’s black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, buttons open low enough to sho

I woke up to sunlight creeping through the curtains, my body heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. Damian’s smell was still on my skin, in my hair, and very much between my legs. I could feel him there, sticky and warm, like he’d marked me deep inside. My pussy throbbed with every small shift of the sheets, my nipples were tender from his mouth, and as for my ass, it was still tingling from the spanks. I reached down without thinking, fingers sliding through the mess he’d left, and a soft moan slipped out. I was swollen, sensitive, and already wet again just remembering how rough he’d been.But then the memory of Elena’s face in the door crack hit me like cold water.She’d seen something, maybe not everything, but enough. The way she’d smiled, small, sharp, and knowing, made my stomach twist.I dragged myself out of bed, legs shaky, and went to the shower. The hot water stung the little marks on my neck and breasts, but it felt good too. I washed slowly, my hands li

Damien's fingers were still between my legs, sliding slowly and easily through the slick mess he’d already found there. I was wet, so wet it embarrassed me, considering how angry I was.I stared up at him in the dark, my heart beating like it wanted to jump out of my chest. His eyes were fixed on mine, dark and hungry, like nothing else in the world mattered right now.“What about your girlfriend?” I whispered again, my voice sharper this time. My voice shook with everything I was feeling, hurt, jealousy, confusion, and this stupid, burning want that wouldn’t go away.He leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Shh. She’s asleep down the hall.”His thumb circled my clit once, slow and firm, and my hips jerked up without my permission.“That’s not an answer,” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low.“Not tonight,” he said, his voice rough and low. “I’ll explain later, but right now I need you.”He kissed me before I could argue, hard and deep. His tongue pushed into my mouth like he

I woke up alone in Damian’s bed, sheets tangled around my legs, and my body aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sticky, my pussy tender from how hard he’d taken me last night, and every small shift reminded me of how he’d stretched me, filled me, and come hot across my skin. I reached down without thinking, fingers brushing swollen folds, and shivered. I was still wet and still wanting.But the bed beside me was cold. He was gone.I lay there a minute, listening to the quiet house. Part of me hoped he’d come back, push the door open, climb over me, and start all over again. My nipples tightened at the thought, but after a few minutes I gave up, pulled on my uniform, and slipped back to my own room to shower.The hot water felt good on sore muscles, but it didn’t wash away the need. I kept picturing him, cock sliding in deep, face tight with pleasure, and the way he’d growled when he came. My hand slid between my legs again, but I stopped. I wanted the real thing, not my

I spent the whole afternoon restless. My body felt different after what happened in the library yesterday, sore in secret places and sensitive everywhere, like my skin was too tight. Every time I moved, I remembered his cock in my mouth, the hot spill on my tongue, and his fingers pumping inside me until I came so hard my legs gave out. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.But he hadn’t taken me yet.Why?That question circled in my head while I wiped down counters I’d already cleaned twice. He’d had me naked, dripping, and begging. He could have bent me over the desk and fucked me right there, but instead he stopped at fingers and tongue. Again.Was I not enough? Did he think I couldn’t handle it? Or was he just teasing me, making me wait until I was crazy with it?I pressed my thighs together under my skirt and felt how wet I still was. All day, constantly, my panties were soaked through. I’d changed them once already, and now these ones were ruined too.I just wanted him to fuck me.