Novels by Kisra Santos

Victor kept pounding into Sophia with the same merciless rhythm, his hips slamming against her ass in a steady, punishing cadence that made her body jolt forward with every brutal impact. The heavy desk creaked and groaned loudly under her as she stayed bent over, wrists pinned painfully behind her back by his iron grip. Sweat poured down her skin, dripping onto the wood. Her moans had grown hoarse and ragged, yet she continued pushing back greedily to meet every single thrust, her soaked pussy swallowing his thick cock to the hilt again and again.Ryan sat on the sofa, cock painfully hard and leaking profusely, untouched now for what felt like an agonizing eternity. His swollen balls ached with deep, throbbing need, heavy and full. Sweat trickled down his temples as he watched his girlfriend get fucked completely senseless."Please, Uncle," Ryan begged, voice cracking like a desperate, broken brat. "I cannot take it anymore. My balls are killing me. Just let me stroke it. Please. I

Victor pulled Sophia off his cock with a firm grip on her hair. Saliva dripped from her swollen lips as she looked up at him, breathing hard."Stand up and bend over the desk," he ordered. "Ass toward me. Legs apart."Sophia rose on shaky heels and moved to the heavy wooden desk. She bent forward, pressing her chest against the cool surface and spreading her legs wide. The short dress rode up completely, exposing the sheer lace panties and the garters framing her ass. Victor stepped behind her, yanking the panties down to her knees in one motion.Ryan sat frozen on the sofa, cock throbbing painfully in his hand, unable to look away.Victor ran his palm over Sophia's ass, then slapped it hard, the crack echoing. He slapped it again and again, turning her cheeks a deep, stinging red. "You took my cock down your throat like you were born for it. Now let us see how that tight little pussy handles me."He positioned the thick, swollen head of his cock at her dripping entrance and pushed in

Victor settled deeper into the leather armchair, legs spread comfortably, and gestured toward the open space in front of him. The study lights had been dimmed further, casting warm shadows across the room. Ryan sat across from them on the wide sofa, hands resting on his knees, trying to appear calm."Show me what you can do, Sophia," Victor said. His tone left no room for hesitation. "Dance for me. Slowly. Make me want it."Sophia glanced at Ryan for a brief second, then stepped into the center of the room. The tight black dress hugged every curve as she began to move. She rolled her hips in a smooth rhythm, hands sliding up her sides, fingers tracing the plunging neckline. Her eyes stayed locked on Victor as she turned, bending slightly at the waist so the short hem rode up and revealed the tops of her thigh-high stockings. The music playing low from hidden speakers pulsed through the room, and she matched it perfectly, body flowing like she had been waiting for permission to let thi

Ryan adjusted his watch in the passenger seat of his uncle’s sleek black SUV, the one with the custom leather that always smelled faintly of expensive cigars and power. At twenty-four, he had grown up under Victor’s shadow, the man who had paid for his private schooling, his first car, and the down payment on the downtown loft he now shared with Sophia. Victor never asked for repayment in words. He simply expected loyalty when the time came.Tonight, the time had come.They were parked outside the upscale bar where Sophia worked her closing shift. Victor tapped the steering wheel once, a patient rhythm.“You sure about this, kid?” Victor asked, voice low and smooth like aged bourbon. “Some things cannot be undone.”Ryan swallowed. His hands were steady, but his stomach twisted. “You’ve never asked me for anything I couldn’t give. Not really. You want her for a night. I’ll make it happen.”Victor turned his head, gray eyes sharp under thick brows. At forty-eight, he looked carved from

Elena drifted in a haze of exhaustion and warmth. Her body felt heavy, used, and strangely full. A deep, rhythmic pressure pulsed in her ass, stretching her tight ring with every slow thrust. Pleasure and pain blurred together as something thick and unyielding filled her pussy at the same time. Her clit throbbed under a constant, biting pinch. She moaned softly before her mind fully surfaced, hips twitching instinctively.Alexander had been fucking her for nearly an hour while she slept. After she had passed out from the endless orgasms, he had rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs wide, and worked a massive, veined dildo deep into her cum-soaked pussy. Once it was seated, he had lubed his cock and pushed into her ass, claiming the last untouched hole. He had been slowly fucking her ass and pumping the dildo in her pussy with steady strokes, letting her body adjust and respond even in unconsciousness. Her juices coated the toy and dripped onto the sheets. A silver clit clamp

Alexander stroked her hair almost tenderly as Elena knelt before him, lips still glossy with the taste of their mixed cum. But the softness in his eyes vanished quickly, replaced by that dark, predatory hunger.“Get up,” he ordered. “Bedroom. Now. I’m nowhere near finished with you, slut.”Elena’s legs felt like jelly as she stood. He didn’t wait for her to recover. His hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, marching her naked down the hallway toward the master suite. Her blouse hung in tatters, skirt bunched uselessly around her waist, thighs shiny with his cum that continued to leak out of her well-fucked pussy.The bedroom was massive and masculine—black silk sheets on an enormous bed, mirrored walls, and soft lighting that made everything look filthy and intimate at the same time. Alexander shoved her toward the center of the room.“Strip. Everything off. Then bend over the foot of the bed and spread that used cunt for me.”“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, voice already hoarse