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Alpha Daddy Forbidden Omega 2
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2026-07-19 02:01:13
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A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Ordering A Sex Demon To Do My Dishes
Eliana's POV“I… I’m fine,” I said but the words came out thinner than I wanted. “I told you. The couch is yours and the sheets are in the closet. That’s all.”He didn’t lower his hand immediately. The faintest shift moved through his expression—something dark and considering before he let his arm drop to his side. The loss of that almost-touch left a strange, hollow warmth on my skin.“As you wish, Master.”He stepped back one measured pace. The air cooled a fraction. I could still feel where his presence had pressed against me.I turned before I could look at him any longer and walked to the hall closet. The extra sheets and a thin blanket were exactly where I had left them three months ago. When I came back he was still standing in the same spot in the kitchen, sleeves rolled, watching me with that same unblinking calm.I held the linens out and he took them.“Thank you,” I said, and hated how soft it sounded.He inclined his head and moved toward the couch. I watched the way the b
A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories ) Arc 16: Ordering A Sex Demon To do My Dishes
My shoulders ached from twelve hours of hunching over quarterly reports. The blue light of my laptop had left a dull throb behind my eyes. I sat on the edge of the couch in the same charcoal blouse I’d worn to the office, one heel kicked off, the other still strapped on like I’d forgotten I owned feet. The apartment smelled of cold coffee and the takeout container I’d abandoned on the counter at some point between the second and third deadline. My phone lit up again from a Notification. "Delivery completed. Please confirm receipt." I stared at the notification longer than necessary. My friend,Maya had talked me into this, with a voice bright and a little too knowing over the phone.Although I refused but after three weeks of working late, surviving on coffee, and realizing that my apartment had somehow become a graveyard for dirty dishes, I had finally listened to Maya. “You need something that takes the weight off,” she had said. “Trust me. Just order the calm one.” I stood,
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I moaned softly as he settled to the hilt and started to move in slow, deep strokes at first. Every drag of his cock pulled another open sound from my throat. David kept one hand in my hair, the other locked on my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted while he fucked me on my side. The wet heat between us was constant. I could feel how swollen I was, how every inch of him stretched me open on the way in and left me aching on the way out. The heat under my skin kept climbing. It never fully settled anymore. Each thrust only fed it. I pushed back to meet him, the soft slap of skin on skin growing sharper as his pace increased. His mouth found the side of my neck and began working the same sensitive spot until fresh moans spilled freely from me. He rolled us without pulling out, settling me on my back and sliding between my thighs. One smooth motion and he was braced over me, driving deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on. Every thrust dragged a louder moan from my
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I braced my hands on his chest and started to move. Slow and deep at first and in rolling circles that kept him buried to the hilt while my clit dragged against the hard base of his cock. Every rotation pulled a soft, open moan from my throat. David’s hands stayed heavy on my hips, not guiding, just holding, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he watched me take what I needed. His eyes stayed locked on mine in the dim city light, gold and dark and completely focused. The heat under my skin was climbing again already. It never fully settled. Each slow grind only fed it. I could feel the next wave building low in my belly, steady and inevitable. I rose up until just the thick head of him stretched me, then sank back down in one long slide. The stretch dragged another moan out of me—lower this time, rougher. His cock throbbed inside me. A matching sound rumbled in his chest. I did it again. And again. The wet sound of my body taking him filled the quiet room. Sweat cooled on my
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Hard thrusts that made the table creak. Every stroke dragged another moan from me—raw, open, unrestrained. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I braced my hands behind me on the wood, back arched, watching the way his abs flexed with every drive of his hips. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside me on every thrust and I couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of my throat. “Harder,” I managed between moans. He gave it to me. One hand left my thigh, slid up, and wrapped lightly around my throat—not squeezing, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of my neck while he fucked me deeper. The possessive weight of it made my walls flutter. Another orgasm built fast, coiling tight low in my belly. I came with a broken cry, clenching hard around him. He didn’t slow. He kept driving into me through it, prolonging the pulses until I was shaking and gasping. Only then did he pull out, flip me onto my stomach across the table, and shove back in from behind in one smoo
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We didn’t speak on the walk. David kept one hand low on the small of my back the entire ten minutes, fingers splayed like he needed the contact to keep me moving in a straight line. The night air did nothing to cool the heat still rolling under my skin. Every step made the slick between my thighs shift, a constant reminder of how hard I’d already come on his fingers and cock in that alley. My dress clung damply to the backs of my legs. I could smell myself and from the way his jaw stayed tight, so could he. His building was a converted warehouse a few blocks off the main strip, dark brick and tall windows. He punched a code into the side door without looking, then guided me up two flights of industrial stairs. The stairwell smelled like old metal and faint cedar. His scent was stronger here, layered into the walls. My pulse kicked harder with every step. He unlocked the door to 3B and stepped aside just enough for me to walk in first. The apartment was open and clean with high cei
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