MasukI Want To Claim My Younger Cousin Badly.Chapter 2I made a broken sound. He kept going until my thighs and the lower curve of my ass were hot and swollen. Only then did he set the belt aside.From his pocket he took a thick black silicone plug and a simple metal cock ring. The plug was already slick. He pressed it against me and pushed steady until it seated deep. The vibration started on low. The ring went on next, snug at the base of my cock, trapping everything.“Look at you,” he murmured, standing in front of me. “Hard and shaking already and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”The vibration climbed. My hips tried to lift off the chair and failed. He watched me fight it, one hand resting on the back of the chair, the other occasionally brushing the head of my cock just enough to make the edge sharper.“Tell me, how are you going to feel when you get home?” he asked.“I’m going to feel this for days,” I answered, voice rough. “Every time I sit. Every time I walk. I’m going to remember
I Want To Claim My Younger Cousin Badly.Chapter 1The house had gone quiet after the last of the relatives headed to bed. I was still in the kitchen rinsing glasses when Ethan’s hand closed around my wrist.“Sunroom,” he said. “Come on.”I followed him down the short hall. The door shut behind us and the lock turned with a soft click. One lamp was on, throwing warm light across the old furniture and the solid wooden chair in the middle of the room. I was still in the thin swimming shorts I’d worn earlier by the pool. The air felt cooler in here.Ethan sat on the edge of the low table across from me and nodded at the chair. “Sit. I want to talk for a minute.”I sat. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice easy.“You’ve been working the bar three nights a week now. Tell me about it. Anyone catching your eye lately?”I shrugged, a little embarrassed. “There’s this regular, Sophie. She comes in after her shift at the clinic. Orders the same gin and tonic every time and she tips me
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My BDSM SubChapter 2Xavier King.The black car cut through the coastal road with the quiet power of something built to obey only me. Evander sat straight in the passenger seat, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed on the dark water far below the cliffs. The city lights had fallen away behind us. Out here the night felt heavier, more private.I kept one hand on the wheel and the other free. “You are quiet.”His voice stayed even, though a thread of uncertainty ran under it. “I am trying to understand the change in location, Mr. King. The contracts could have been finished in the office.”“They could. I preferred they not be.” I glanced at him. The dashboard light caught the sharp line of his jaw. “Does the silence bother you?”“No, sir. It feels... intentional.”I almost smiled. He was already reading the air correctly. “Everything I do is intentional.”The gates of the property opened at our approach. The mansion rose against the cliff edge, glass and dark stone, windows glowing
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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 pov My body was still buzzing from the last creampie, his cum slowly leaking from my swollen pussy onto 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 metal nipple clamps.“Look at you,” he murmured, his vo
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







