LOGINElena’s POVHis tongue swipes down my asshole!From the top of my fucking butt crack till his tongue rolls around the rim of my asshole!HOLY. FUCK!My heart is thumping, I can practically feel my asshole beating against his tongue, waiting to be defiled, to be broken and marked… Oh, god!“Dom…” My word goes up in flames when the tip of his tongue beats against my excited skin. I gasp, mouth wide, only letting out stupid moans. My eyes go wide in their sockets, following his tongue slowly slipping into my asshole!The tongue kisses so hard into the tiny opening, pressing so hard in will to break through by all means. “Ouu… ahh…” I bite my bottom lip and suck up my groans. The feeling is oddly good!Fucking good!I've never had any of my exes up there, sniffing me like I’m some priceless piece… and eating me so good!But he… The way his tongue works around the rim of my ass, slowly opening me like a flower in bloom!And fuck! My asshole gaps, taking his tongue in by an inch!“Oh… wa
Elena’s POVHis cum burns down my throat! It runs in a thick, warm line. First, it comes as a hot splash at the back of my throat that plasters onto my throat when he jerks off his fat cock that’s stuck in my mouth, next, it slowly melts down, in disgusting patches. “Uh—” I gag, obeying reflex and pushing back to find air.My palms press flat to his sweaty skin and I try to push him off me but his grip at the back of my head is way stronger than I bargained for. “Shhhh…” He whispers to every gag sensation that rocks my body forward. “You’ll swallow Daddy’s seed.” He murmurs with a greedy chuckle and runs his thumb along my shamelessly open mouth that wraps around his cock in a greedy circle. Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck. “My sweet…” he moans and shoots deeper in my throat. “… little pumpkin…” His tone darkens, his muscles harden like he’s rock solid. My mouth gives way when his fingers dig into my cheeks, spreading them apart without permission. He pulls out his cock, slowly… not without
Dominic Mercer’s POVHer sweet, tight pussy breaks, so wide and fragile that her walls explode around my cock.“Ah, fuck!!!” She finds the strength to push back, ejecting my cock, and bathing my office in dirty shades of her squirt. I watch her red beaten cunt squirt so hard, spraying her mess all over her body, mine, the floor…“Ah… a…” she wails like a pet, her body vibrating with the intensity she can't handle. “Come here—”“Please… Daddy…” She sniffles, tears run down her cheeks. I don't take mercy on her.My hands grab her and pull her shaky frame to myself, I hold the collar of her dress, and as if she’s a rag doll, I rip her dress into shreds, leaving her totally naked beneath me.She gasps, eyes rolling.“I want to see you glisten beneath my shower,” I smirk at how her innocent eyes roll. She knows nothing about sex. About my world… and I’m about to lick on that innocence. Slowly.Till she’s nothing but my sub.“Every inch of your banging body…” I completely tear out the
Elena’s POV“We shouldn— sto—” I choke on my words, gasping as he claims my pussy in his palm like it's some pocket toy. His leg slips into mine and kicks me wide apart. The effect has him pinching my soft skin. I cry, body falls into his grip, cunt pulsating in his palm. Oh, god!Without permission, he yanks off my panties, tossing the string to the side, and shoving deep into my body!I cry, my body jerks as if I got stung.For what seems like three damn seconds, all my muscles stiffen.But my slutty pussy won't stop beating. He pulls out, mocking me when my body begs for more. Like he knows me too damn well for my own good!I clasp my leg, squeezing his hands tightly, desperately applying pressure up there.Oh, I’m a slut… a fucking one.My brain forgets morality, that we were supposed to walk our separate ways and forget we never fucked… because all it craves is to be rattled, to feel my pussy stretched by his cock. “What did you say?” He mocks me and palms my pussy all over.
Elena’s POV“You talk too much, pumpkin.” His cigar-scented breath strokes my face, his firm hand around my waist keeps my body trapped to his, while he presses into me, pinning me to the wall with his weight. His eyes… Dark, heavy with emotions I can't fathom. There’s pain and guilt and… lust. Deep lust.The kind that consumes whatever it touches and keeps the ashes forever. He wants me just as much as I want him. I can see it. Feel it… and it hurts. “Elena, don't.” He groans when I blink back tears. “Please.”Dominic Mercer begged.For the freaking first time. I want to cup his face and tell him that I’m not in a rush… I want to so pull him next to the heart he made bleed…But I can't.Or maybe I can't afford more stitches on my soul. As if to spite him, I let them roll down, let him see how much he is ripping me apart. “Stop…” His breath is shaky, his hands grip me tighter, face lowers, searching for my skin to bury in. “Pumpkin, stop.”“Like you care about anything but my
Elena’s POV‘Lady Zee?’ I remain frozen in place, heart drumming in my head, this close to exploding. How… How did she find me?Has she known all along? Does she know of my affair with Dominic Mercer? Her baby’s daddy?!‘Breathe. Breathe, Elena…’ I try to get a grip on my sanity. ‘You’re yet to give her the portrait with his face. You’re safe…’Except the other portraits have his damn cross!Right on the left side of his abdomen!Oh, god… I’m losing my mind, slowly.“You’re not that secretive, after all.” She chuckles and starts forward. “Champagne or tea?”Her heel clinks on the smooth floor as she sways her hip ahead of me. This is more than a nightmare. Now, I really want to call Mercer. So foolish of me not to have told him about Lady Zee. “You don't want to keep this waiting.” She doesn't stop for a moment. I find the strength to drag my suddenly heavy feet. She’s now downstairs, having a good time in the dining area. I meet up with her and sit in the vacant seat she pointed
Elena’s POV“My dad,” I whisper, tears still streaming down my cheeks. They pool beneath my chin and drop, not on me, but on Dominic’s hand that’s roughly wrapped around my throat. I feel his muscles harden against me, fingers tremble along my neck as if struggling not to clutch too tightly. The
Elena’s POVDad?!My eyes pop out, straining as if waiting to be sure my mind isn’t playing a game on me… or maybe his image will disappear into thin air.Sadly, the first is the case. His tall lanky build strolls in as if he owns the place. I freeze for a moment, hand suddenly sweaty over my ero
Elena’s POV“What’s in the diary?” Dominic asks, whiskey tone caressing my neck, and fingers glide down the outer mound of my pussy as he strokes me with the ice. “Huh?” I groan, not sure if it's in response to his question or to the sensation of the cool effect on my pussy. He goes silent, just
Elena’s POV“I want you fucking my asshole…” I sigh under my breath and pause when I feel Dominic’s eyes on me. “Did you say something?”“No— nothing.” I stutter. “Good.” He continues undoing the buttons of his black sleeves. I sniffle and brush the almost dried tears off my cheeks. My body hurt







