เข้าสู่ระบบLila’s face burned with shame and arousal. “I— I can’t—”“Shh.” Damien pushed two fingers deep inside her without warning, curling them perfectly. The wet, obscene squelch filled the elevator as he slowly finger-fucked her. “I don’t care who had you first. I’m going to make you forget him.”Lila’s head fell back against the wall, moaning loudly as he pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit. *He knows. He can feel Rhys’s cum inside me and he’s still fingering me like he owns me. I’m disgusting. I’m addicted to this.*The elevator reached the parking garage. Damien didn’t stop. He kept working her pussy with skilled fingers while guiding her on shaky legs toward his sleek black car. Once inside the backseat, he pulled her onto his lap, skirt bunched around her waist.“Ride my fingers like a good girl,” he growled, adding a third finger and stretching her beautifully. “Show me how bad you need it.”Lila couldn’t resist. She rocked her hips desperately, fucking
Lila stood frozen in front of the elevator, her pulse hammering in her throat. Damien was so close she could smell his cologne — something crisp and expensive that made her head spin. His green eyes were locked on hers with that hungry, confident stare, like he already knew exactly how she’d sound moaning his name.*Fuck. He’s dangerous. Rhys just pumped me full of cum an hour ago and here I am, getting wet again for this charming bastard.*“I… I don’t know, Damien,” she whispered, her voice breathier than she intended. Her pussy clenched at the memory of Rhys bending her over the conference table, but Damien’s words — *I’d work you even harder* — sent a fresh gush of arousal into her already soaked core. “Rhys keeps me pretty busy…”Damien smirked, stepping even closer until her back pressed against the cool elevator doors. One of his hands braced beside her head, caging her in without quite touching. “That’s exactly my point, beautiful. He works you. I’d *worship* you.”His free han
Damien Black leaned back in his sleek leather chair, staring at the glass wall of his new corner office with a slow, predatory smile. The view was impressive — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city — but nothing compared to the view he’d been obsessing over for the past two weeks.Lila Voss.That woman was pure fucking temptation wrapped in a tight pencil skirt.From the moment he’d sat across from her in that strategy meeting, he’d been hooked. The way she crossed those long legs. The subtle sway of her hips when she walked. Those full lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. And those eyes — big, innocent, but with a filthy spark underneath that made his dick twitch every time she glanced his way.He’d been watching her. Closely.The way she’d blush when he brought her coffee. The little gasp she made when his hand “accidentally” brushed hers. How she bit her lip while reading his texts. She was interested. He could smell it on her — that sweet, feminine scent
“That’s right. Take this married cock like the homewrecking whore you are,” he growled, leaning over her back. “Imagine if Damien knew his cute little office crush was getting railed by her boss — her own brother-in-law — every fucking day.”The filthy words sent Lila spiraling. Her mind was pure filth: *I’m such a nasty slut. Bent over like this while my sister is probably at home planning their anniversary. And I don’t even care. I just want more.*Rhys fucked her harder, the table creaking dangerously under them. “You’re going to cum on my cock right now. And you’re going to scream my name loud enough that the whole floor hears who this cunt really belongs to.”Lila shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning, pussy gushing and squirting around his pistoning shaft as she cried out his name over and over. Her legs shook violently, juices dripping down her thighs.But Rhys wasn’t finished.He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Spreading h
Lila’s phone buzzed on her desk again. Another message from Damien.**Damien:** Dinner tonight? I know this amazing rooftop spot. No work talk, just good wine and better company. You in?She bit her lip, a guilty thrill shooting straight to her still-sensitive pussy. Rhys had fucked her senseless in his office just two hours ago, leaving her thighs sticky with his cum, and yet here she was, getting wet at the thought of another man’s attention.*God, I’m such a greedy little whore. My sister’s husband’s cum is literally still inside me and I’m flirting with Damien.*Before she could reply, Rhys’s voice cut through the open office like a whip.“Lila. My office. Now.”His tone left no room for argument. She quickly typed **Maybe. I’ll let you know** to Damien and hurried over, her short skirt swishing against her bare ass — Rhys had confiscated her panties earlier and shoved them in his desk drawer.The second she stepped inside and closed the door, Rhys was on her. He grabbed her by th
Elena lay motionless in the dark beside her sleeping husband, the sheets still faintly smelling of sex — not just theirs, but *hers*. Lila’s scent lingered on Rhys’s skin like a taunt. Her sister’s cheap, sweet perfume mixed with the unmistakable musk of fresh cum and pussy.Her heart hammered. Her mind was a storm of razor-sharp contradictions.*How could you, Lila? My own blood. The girl I protected, spoiled, and loved. Now you’re spreading your legs for my husband like a desperate back-alley whore.*Rage burned hot in her chest. She wanted to wake Rhys up and slap him. She wanted to storm into Lila’s apartment and drag her by the hair, force her to admit what a filthy homewrecker she was.But her body betrayed her completely.Her pussy was soaked. Aching. Throbbing with a need so intense it made her thighs tremble under the covers. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again: Rhys’s thick, veiny cock slamming into Lila’s dripping cunt against their living room wall. The way he
I could see my face, mouth open, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, sweat running down my neck.He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist, pulled my head back gently but firmly so I had to keep watching.“Look at how you take it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Look how your pussy grips me. Mad
Elena’s POVI showed up the next night already wrecked. I’d spent the whole day in a haze. Classes blurred past, lunch tasted like nothing, my roommate asked why I kept zoning out. My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since Marcus left me strapped to the leg press, empty and dripping. Every time I sa
**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit st
Elena’s POV**I joined the gym because I wanted to feel stronger by the end of summer. The place was small but expensive-looking—black rubber floors, mirrored walls, rows of gleaming machines that smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. I’d signed up online, paid the fee, showed up in leggings







