تسجيل الدخولI 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
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
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
David kept his hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd, past the bar, past the security that barely glanced at us. The night air hit like a slap—cooler, cleaner, but it did nothing to ease the heat crawling under my skin. The alley behind the club was narrow, brick walls, a single security light buzzing overhead. David walked me three steps into the shadows and then turned, crowding me back against the wall with his body.His mouth found mine without warning. His tongue immediately sliding past my lips the second I opened for him. I moaned into the kiss, the sound raw and needy, and he answered by pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand shoved my dress up to my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed the soaked fabric of my underwear. He groaned when his fingers found the wet heat of me.“Christ, Lola—” He cut himself off, dragging two fingers along the seam of my panties, pressing just hard enough that the thin material molded to
Lola's POVThe bass hit like a fist against my ribs the second I pushed through the heavy black doors of The Howl. Neon red and violet lights sliced the haze of smoke and sweat, turning every body on the floor into something half-shadow, half-glow. I didn’t come here to think. I came here because the suppressants had finally worn off three days ago and the itch under my skin had gone from annoying to unbearable. My heat was climbing, slow and mean, and the only thing that kept me from climbing the walls of my apartment was noise and movement and the chance that someone strong enough might notice.I headed straight for the center of the floor. The music was pure low-end throb, the kind that made hips move before the brain caught up. I let it take me. My short black dress rode up my thighs with every roll of my body. I didn’t care. Hair stuck to the damp back of my neck. I closed my eyes and let the beat own me, arms up, spine arched, feet planted wide so I could grind down into the n
I walked out through the door Preston had indicated, still naked except for the black leather around my throat, the plug heavy and insistent inside me. The suite was smaller than the master bedroom but no less expensive, it has a soft lighting, a wide bed dressed in dark sheets, a bathroom that gleamed with marble and glass. A single set of clothes had been left folded on the dresser: a short silk robe the color of smoke.A soft knock came an hour later. Taylor entered without waiting for an answer. He had changed into black sweatpants that sat low on his hips and nothing else. The leash dangled from his fingers.“Preston wants you in the playroom,” he said. His voice was quieter than earlier, but the hunger in it hadn’t dimmed. “Now.”I stood. He clipped the leash back to the ring on my collar and led me down the short hallway. The playroom door stood open. Preston was already inside, sleeves rolled up, a small bottle of lube and a set of graduated plugs laid out on a black towel at







