登入Aima's POV
My body was still shaking from the last creampie, his cum leaking slowly from my swollen pussy to the sheets.
I trembled as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two items, my pink rose vibrator and a pair of shiny nipple clamps.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Drenched with desire for your stepbrother.”
He leaned over me first, sucking hard and biting on my left nipple until it throbbed and the hardened bud became visible.
Then I felt the cold bite of the clamp closed around it. I gasped sharply at the intense pinch, my back arching into him
“Fuck! Marcus!”
“Shhh. You can take it.” He repeated the process on my right nipple, clamping it firmly. The chain dangled between my breasts, tugging slightly with every breath and sending sharp sparks of pain-pleasure straight to my core.
My nipples throbbed and throbbed.
He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my whimpers. “Beautiful. Now let’s see how loud you get when I use this on that greedy little clit.”
I watched him switch on the rose vibrator and pressed the soft silicone directly over my swollen clit. The powerful suction immediately locked on, pulling and vibrating against my most sensitive spot
“Oh my god—” I cried out, my hips jerking violently against the sudden overwhelming sensation.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. While the rose vibrator sucked and vibrated hard on my clit, he tugged gently on the chain connecting my clamped nipples, sending fresh jolts through my breasts. The combination was devastating. Pain from my nipples and intense sucking pleasure was too much for me to bear.
I think I might pass out from pleasure.
“That’s it, little sis. Feel how your body betrays you,” Marcus growled, holding the rose firmly in place. He moved it in slow, teasing circles, never letting the suction break. “Your pussy is clenching for me, seeking my touch and dripping for more.”
I moaned loudly, my legs shaking as the vibrator worked my clit mercilessly. The clamps made every twitch of my body pull on my sore nipples, turning the pain into liquid heat that flooded my pussy. I was helpless, wrists bound and completely at his mercy.
“Please Marcus, it’s too much!” I sobbed, even as my hips rolled desperately against the rose, chasing the pleasure.
“Too much?” He chuckled darkly and tugged the chain harder, making me scream. “You should have thought of that before teasing me all over my fucking father's house! You’re going to cum like this. I want to watch you fall apart with your nipples clamped and your clit getting sucked.”
He increased the speed on the vibrator. The strong pulsing suction grew even more intense, making my clit throb wildly inside the soft mouth of the toy. My thighs quivered uncontrollably. The pressure built impossibly fast, I felt a deep, devastating orgasm rushing toward me.
“I’m… fuck! I’m gonna cummm” I wailed.
“Cum then,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Cum for your stepbrother, baby.”
He gave the chain a firm, steady pull just as the rose vibrator hit its peak level. The sharp pain in my nipples combined with the powerful suction on my clit shattered me completely.
“Ahhhhh…” I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my back bowing off the bed. My pussy spasmed hard, gushing fresh juices mixed with his cum onto the sheets. The clamps made the climax sharper, longer, every wave of pleasure edged with stinging pain that only made me cum harder.
Marcus kept the rose pressed tightly against me, drawing out every last spasm until I was shaking and crying, oversensitive and gasping for air.
“Good girl,” he praised, finally pulling the vibrator away. My clit felt swollen and pulsing. He leaned down and gently removed the nipple clamps one by one, making me whimper as blood rushed back into my sensitive buds.
But I knew we weren’t done.
Marcus’s eyes were dark with hunger as he looked down at my wrecked body. “We still have all night, Aima.
And I’m nowhere near finished training you.”
Ivy's POVThe apartment felt too quiet after Cole left for another late shift. The door clicked shut at just past ten, and the silence that followed crawled under my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach.I tried to ignore it. I showered. I paced. I stood in front of the open fridge and stared at nothing. But the ache between my legs only grew sharper. My pussy still felt soft and used from the night before,Cole’s punishing thrusts, the way he’d filled me until his cum leaked down my thighs. And before that, Martin’s thick cock stretching me over that desk. Both of them had left me marked and sensitive, and now the emptiness was unbearable.By midnight I couldn’t stay inside any longer.I pulled on a thin sundress, nothing underneath, and slipped out into the dark night. The streets were mostly empty. Neon from the late-night bars painted the sidewalks in sick colors. Every step made my clit throb. I kept walking until the main road gave way to a narrower side street, then an alley that
Chapter 4Cole's POVShe pushed back against me, the struggle already starting the way it always did when she was really into it. “Maybe I liked it,” she threw over her shoulder, voice wicked. “Maybe he fucked me better than you do.”The words landed like a match on gasoline.I yanked her upright by the hair, spun her, and shoved her down onto the couch on her back. I hooked both of her soft thighs over my arms, spreading her wide, and slammed back into her. The angle was deep and mean. She gasped, nails digging into my forearms.“Say that again,” I ordered, fucking her in long, punishing strokes. “Tell me how much better he was while I ruin this pussy all over again.”Her eyes were bright, almost feverish. She licked her lips. “He was thicker. He made me cum so hard I saw stars. He talked filth the whole time and I loved every second of it.”I growled and drove harder. The wet slap of my hips against her soft thighs filled the room. I dropped one of her legs so I could reach between
Chapter 3Cole's POV The lock turned at 3:07 a.m. I knew the sound of my own key in the door better than anything. Long night on the door at the club, still smelling like sweat, smoke, and other people’s bad decisions. All I wanted was a shower and Ivy’s soft body under mine.The apartment was dark except for the glow from the streetlight through the blinds. I dropped my keys on the table and toed off my boots. Then I heard her.Soft footsteps. She appeared in the hallway wearing one of those thin little dresses she liked to sleep in, hair messy, lips still a little swollen. She looked thoroughly fucked. The kind of thoroughly that didn’t come from my hands.“Hey, baby,” she murmured, voice low and sleepy. She walked toward me, hips rolling in that lazy, sated way. Then she kissed me—slow, deep, tasting like toothpaste and something else I couldn’t place yet.I kissed her back, one hand sliding to the curve of her waist. Soft. Full. Mine. But when she turned to walk back toward the b
Martin's POVI stayed buried to the hilt, hips locked against the soft give of her ass, feeling every pulse of her cunt around me. Ivy’s breath came in ragged bursts against the desk. Her full body was flushed, the soft curve of her stomach pressed flat, heavy breasts crushed against the wood. She tried to push up again. I shoved her back down with a hand between her shoulder blades and rolled my hips, grinding deep.“Still fighting,” I said, voice rough. “Even with my cock stretching you open. Look at this greedy pussy taking every inch like it was made for it.”“Fuck you,” she snarled, but the words broke on a moan when I pulled almost all the way out and slammed home again. The desk lurched. Papers scattered further. I set a punishing rhythm, long, hard strokes that forced her to feel the full thick length of me on every thrust. Soft flesh of her thighs and ass jiggled with the impact. I loved the weight of her, the way she filled my hands when I gripped her hips hard enough to bru
The door slammed behind her with enough force to rattle the glass. I didn’t bother turning from the window.“You absolute fucking bastard,” she snarled.I faced her slowly. Ivy stood in the middle of my office, chest heaving, dark hair escaping the neat twist she’d worn all day. The soft curve of her stomach pressed against the waistband of her skirt. Full thighs filled the fabric. The blouse she wore strained across heavy breasts that rose and fell with every furious breath. Thirty years old and still the most aggravating woman I’d ever wanted to ruin.“Took you long enough,” I said. “I was starting to think you’d finally learned to keep that mouth shut.”“Keep it shut?” She stepped closer, heels clicking hard. “You undermined me in front of the entire board. Again. You stood there and let them think I was incompetent while you smiled that smug, superior smile.”“You were incompetent. The numbers were wrong.”“The numbers were fine until you decided to play god with the projections.”
Dalia's POVI was still shaking when Santiago pulled his fingers from me. The first flood had left my thighs slick and the mirrored floor shining beneath my feet. Every surface showed me, my thick thighs trembling, my round belly rising with each ragged breath, my cunt open and dripping. The collar kept my head up. The cuffs kept my hands behind my back. I could not look away even if I wanted to.“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.I dropped. The cool glass kissed my palms and knees. In the floor mirror I saw my heavy breasts hanging, the soft swell of my belly, the jeweled plug still seated in my ass. Reflections above and around me multiplied every curve. Santiago moved behind me. I felt the broad head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.“Watch,” he said.He thrust in hard. The stretch forced a cry from my throat. In the mirrors I saw it from every angle, my thick thighs spreading wider, my belly swaying, his cock disappearing into me over and over. He set a deep, relen
Elena's povI’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.She was a high-end client, mid-thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm fr
I shifted under the thin blanket on the floor of Sarah’s bedroom, the hardwood floor pressing uncomfortably against my hip. The clock on the nightstand glowed at 1:17am.Sarah’s soft snores filled the room, steady and deep. We’d stayed up late watching movies and gossiping like always. But tonight,
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







