LOGINDr. Reid's POVTwo thick fingers buried in the hottest, wettest cunt I had ever touched, and all I could think about was the first time she walked into my office.Four days ago she had been soft and scared. Flushed from a low fever, hair pulled back messily, eyes wide with the kind of panic only a late period and too many recent risks could produce. She had sat on this same table in a wrinkled dress, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold her body together. I had done the professional thing, calm voice, negative test, mild viral symptoms, rest and fluids. I had smiled the appropriate doctor smile and sent her on her way.But the second the door closed behind her I had exhaled like I’d been punched.Attraction had hit me the moment I looked up from the chart. Soft body, full breasts pressing against the fabric of that ordinary dress, the gentle curve of her stomach, those doe eyes that still managed to look sharp even when she was terrified. I had kept my face neutral
Ivy's POVI booked the appointment the same afternoon I left the hospital.It was easy enough. I called the clinic, asked for Dr. Reid by name, and requested a routine Pap smear. The receptionist found an opening three days later at 4:15. I wrote it down on my phone like it was a date.Because it was.The morning of the appointment I took my time. I showered until the bathroom was thick with steam, then stood in front of the mirror and chose carefully. The dress was dark pink, soft stretch fabric that clung to every curve—full breasts, soft waist, the generous flare of my hips and thighs. No bra. The neckline dipped just low enough to show the inner swell of my cleavage when I moved. I left my hair loose, long and slightly wavy around my shoulders, and did my makeup light: a little mascara to pop out the warm brown colour of my eyes, a soft pink color on my lips, nothing that looked like I was trying too hard. The opposite of the flushed, panicked mess who had sat on that same exam t
Ivy's POVI woke up to the kind of heavy, syrupy drowsiness that made the ceiling feel too close. My skin was warm, almost feverish, and every joint ached like I’d slept wrong for a week. For a few seconds I just lay there in the tangled sheets of my own bed, staring at the familiar crack in the plaster above me, trying to remember what day it was.Then the second thought hit.My period was late.Not a day or two. Almost a week. And the last two weeks of my life had been nothing but raw, unprotected sex—Martin over the desk, Cole reclaiming me like a man possessed, the two strangers in the alley who had filled me until it leaked down my legs, and Vynny… God, Vynny. The way he had fucked me through six positions and then again in the shower, thick and relentless, coming deep inside me both times.I sat up too fast. The room tilted. Panic slid cold under the feverish heat.Pregnant.The word took the breath right out my lungs. I pressed both hands to the soft curve of my lower belly as
Vynny's POV“Fuck, Vynny…” Her voice was wrecked, low and satisfied. “I haven’t been fucked that good in a long, long time. All those positions? Fuck man, I felt your dick in my fucking ovaries.”I didn't interrupt, I just let her speak, still trying to catch my breath.“You pass the vibe check. I like you. You’re a real man.”I tightened the arm I had around her middle and pressed my mouth to the damp skin of her neck.“That’s exactly what I train for, baby.”She laughed, soft and tired, but the sound still carried heat. I stayed inside her a little longer, feeling the slow pulse of her cunt around me, then finally eased out. Cum and slick followed, warm against her thighs. She made a small sound of protest at the emptiness.I stood, hauled my jeans up just enough to stay on, and scooped her up in one motion. Soft thighs, soft stomach, the full weight of her settled against my chest. She looped her arms around my neck without being asked and let me carry her down the short hall to th
Vynny’s POV I still had the taste of her on my tongue when she stretched one leg out along the couch and rested her foot against my chest. Soft sole. Pretty toes. I wrapped my hand around her ankle, brought it higher, and closed my mouth over the arch of her foot. She made a small surprised sound that turned into a low moan when I sucked her big toe between my lips.“That’s new,” she breathed.I didn’t answer. I just kept going, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin between her toes while my other hand stroked up the soft inside of her thigh. She watched me through half-lidded eyes, still flushed from the orgasm I’d just given her.“Listen carefully,” she said, her voice steady even as her breath hitched. “I don’t want gentle. I don’t want soft. I want hard and fast and rough. Pull my hair. Smack my ass. Spank me. Ram that thick cock into my pussy until I can’t think straight. That’s how I like it. That’s the only way I want it.”I released her toe with a wet sound and looked up at he
Ivy's POV The movie didn’t waste time. Within minutes the couple was already half-naked, the woman’s back against a wall, the man’s mouth on her throat. Soft wet sounds came from the speakers. I felt the first low pulse between my legs and didn’t bother fighting it.Vynny sat rigid beside me, a careful foot of space that felt like nothing. I could smell the faint scent of the kitchen still clinging to him. My nipples tightened under the thin T-shirt. I reached up and pinched one through the fabric, rolling it hard between my fingers. A small moan slipped out before I could stop it.He didn’t move.I did it again, harder, and made sure I was louder. My other hand slid under the hem of the shirt, over the soft curve of my stomach, and straight between my thighs. I was already slick. Two fingers pushed inside easily. The wet sound was unmistakable in the quiet room.I didn’t look at him. I just fucked myself with short, rough strokes, palm grinding against my clit, while the woman on th
Aima's povI hesitated, then parted my lips, sucking his fingers clean. The act felt filthy and thrilling. He watched me with hungry eyes.“Good girl.” He positioned himself higher, his cock resting on my stomach. “You’re going to learn to obey me this weekend with every touch I place on your body
Aima's PovMy heart raced as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom. Finally! Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never
Emily's povI slammed the front door harder than I meant to, my university backpack still slung over one shoulder. The house smelled the same, with Mark's cologne hitting my nostrils. I’d been back less than two hours and we were already fighting.“You can’t just tell me what to do anymore, Mark! I
“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, glaring at mum as she folded my pink sweater into the bag. “I’m not spending an entire weekend in some dusty cabin with Aunt Linda and her arrogant sons. Especially Caleb.”Mum didn’t even look at me. “Sera, honey, it’s a mini family reunion. Your aunt hasn’t se







