Mag-log inCassie. “You’re fucking mine…”“Come here…” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with raw need. He smacked my ass hard—left cheek first, then right—in a stinging double blow. Heat exploded across my skin in blooming red welts. The burn sank deep into my flesh, making my pussy clench tight with desperate hunger and drip fresh, hot slickness down my quivering thighs.“Take my fucking cock… make it yours, princess…” he growled, eyes blazing dark with pure lust, his gaze pinning me like prey.I spun quickly, still on my knees on the hood. His cock jutted out proud and demanding—still glazed with our mixed cum, thick veins throbbing angrily beneath the surface.He was already stroking it rough and fast, his big fist pumping from base to swollen tip. Fresh beads of precum oozed out, glistening in the low light.“Take it, princess… it’s all yours…” he urged. His free hand tangled deep in my hair, fingers twisting tight to guide my head closer, controlling every inch.My mouth watered
Cassie. I twisted my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Dante’s zipper rasped open—slow and deliberate. He didn’t bother shoving his trousers down. They stayed bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined cock that sprang free. The angry red head already glistened with precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his abs before he fisted it. He dragged the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that made me whimper. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolted through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.” I couldn’t look away. He notched himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating every inch of his length in my juices. “Beg for it,” he demanded, one hand still pinning my neck while the other gripped his shaft. “Please… fuck me, Dante… harder,” I sobbed, pushing back, ass grinding desperately against him. He thrust in one bruta
Cassie.“Have I tasted these yet…?” he growled, eyes dropping to my chest. His fingers worked frantically at the buttons of my shirt until the fabric parted, revealing my bra.I ripped at his shirt in return, buttons flying everywhere, exposing his chiseled abs and that sharp V dipping low. His skin burned hot under my palms.We tossed our shirts aside. He groped one breast through the lace, squeezing rough and possessive. The sting melted into blazing pleasure.My head tilted back as a moan escaped me. He yanked the cup down without unhooking the bra, freeing both tits—perky, nipples hard and begging for attention.He grabbed the right one in one large hand, kneading it firmly while his thumb flicked the peak. At the same time, his mouth latched onto the left, sucking hard. His tongue swirled around the nipple in wet circles, teeth grazing just enough to spark fire.“Mmm… these too, princess… all mine,” he murmured against my skin. He switched sides, mouth devouring the other tit—suc
Cassie. “Fuck… Dante…” I yelped, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrust two thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. He curled them hard against my front wall, hitting that perfect spot until stars exploded behind my eyes.The hood’s metal warmed under my back, but his fingers felt like fire—pumping relentlessly, knuckles dragging along my slick walls. Saliva and juices squelched obscenely with every plunge.My hips bucked wildly, chasing his rhythm while my thighs quivered in his iron grip.He yanked them out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.Before I could beg, he lowered his head. His hands clamped my thighs wider, spreading me open like a feast.His tongue dragged flat and slow up my slit—hot, wet pressure that sent shocks racing through my core.“Oh yes! Yeah… right there, please don’t stop…” I moaned, voice breaking. My fingers scraped across the hood for something to hold onto as pleasure coiled tighter inside m
Cassie.He didn’t say a single word. He simply restarted the engine, and within minutes we pulled into the driveway at home.I figured Dad was out anyway, so I snatched my backpack and hopped out of the car without waiting for Dante to open the door. But his voice stopped me cold.“You’re forgetting this, princess…” he drawled, rough and languid, laced with smug amusement.What had I forgotten? My backpack hung over my shoulder and my shoes were on—what else?“What’s that?” I snapped, still facing away, cheeks burning.“Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself,” he taunted, that smirk dripping from every syllable.Heavy shame flooded my skin, but it only fed the ache. After flashing my pussy in the car and receiving nothing but silence, why did I still throb for him? My thighs were slick, wetness trailing down freely with no panties to catch it.Oh god. I spun around.Dante leaned against the passenger door, my lace thong dangling from his fingers like a trophy, held high.My fe
Cassie. I didn’t know if it was wrong to feel that way, but my body had become its own universe, heat pooling between my thighs and growing hotter every damn day.Alone in my room, I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers slipped into my pussy, thrusting deeper and harder as I chased that elusive edge. I pinched my nipples until they burned, twisting them until the ache spread through me. I fucked myself frantic with my hand, but it was never enough.I was eighteen. I shouldn’t have been this desperate, this filthy. My brain screamed that it was wrong, yet my body betrayed every moral I had, craving skin, touch—him.Ever since Dad assigned Dante as my bodyguard, the ache had only grown worse. I bought vibrators and dildos in every size—thick, veined, buzzing monsters—but they were hollow substitutes.My pussy ached for Dante’s cock. I wanted to swallow him whole, to feel him stretch and ruin me instead of cold silicone.“Oh my god, Cassie… is that your new bodyguard?” Mimi whispered as we
Marina.I jerked backward with a gasp, my breath catching in my throat as reality slammed into me with a cold slap.I pushed away. What the actual fuck was I doing?Staring at my uncle like some hungry dog, with my eyes glued to the way his hand pumped his thick cock, his low groans echoing in
Marina.My heart hammered so loud in my chest matching the throbbing ache between my thighs.I leaned back on my elbows, the cool sheets bunching under my palms as I fought to steady myself.This was it—the moment I'd fantasized about in the darkest corners of my mind, the one that made me soak m
Marina.The air seemed to thicken, charged with an electricity that was both terrifying and enticing.It felt like I was on the edge of an irreversible line. My body hummed with need, my mind a whirlwind of filthy fantasies of me on my knees, sucking him off instead of that candy, his hands fistin
Marina.If anybody hd told me I would be watching my uncle around midnight, I’d have told them to fuck off but now as my eys followed him hungrily, it felt like my fantasies came to life.Water droplets clung to his skin, tracing paths over his broad chest, down his ripped abs, making him gliste







