LOGINIvy'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
“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
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
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







