LOGINLiora’s POV***God, I’m such a filthy fucking slut for this.*The thought burned through my mind like liquid heat as I dropped to my knees on the cold locker room floor, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My 19th birthday, and instead of cake, I was surrounded by the raw, masculine scent of sweat, soap, and pure testosterone. The team had just won, and the locker room was thick with celebration — half-naked players, steam rising from the showers, low laughter echoing off the tiles.But my eyes were locked on **Ryker Kane** and **Jax Wilder**.Ryker was the captain — 6’5” of pure muscle, broad shoulders, thick chest glistening with sweat, tattoos snaking down his arms and across his pecs. His dark hair was wet, jaw sharp, eyes dark and dangerous as they raked over me. Jax was leaner but no less lethal — sharp cheekbones, wicked smile, abs carved like they were meant to be licked, his cock already half-hard under the towel.They noticed me the second I walked in with m
LIORA;I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan louder. My hands came up to grip his thick thighs, feeling the powerful muscles flex under my palms as he used my mouth.Jax watched with dark, hungry eyes, stroking his own thick cock slowly, waiting his turn.Ryker fucked my face for long, delicious minutes — slow and deep, letting me feel the full weight and girth of him, the way the head stretched my throat, the way his heavy balls brushed my chin with every thrust. Tears pricked my eyes. Drool poured down my chin, dripping onto my cleavage. My pussy was a soaking, throbbing mess, clenching around nothing as I knelt there, taking him.“Such a good girl,” Ryker praised, voice rough. “Taking my cock so deep on your birthday. Your throat feels so fucking good. Look at those pretty tears. You love choking on cock, don’t you?”I moaned loudly around him, nodding desperately, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft as best I could.He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit conne
LIORA;I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan louder. My hands came up to grip his thick thighs, feeling the powerful muscles flex under my palms as he used my mouth.Jax watched with dark, hungry eyes, stroking his own thick cock slowly, waiting his turn.Ryker fucked my face for long, delicious minutes — slow and deep, letting me feel the full weight and girth of him, the way the head stretched my throat, the way his heavy balls brushed my chin with every thrust. Tears pricked my eyes. Drool poured down my chin, dripping onto my cleavage. My pussy was a soaking, throbbing mess, clenching around nothing as I knelt there, taking him.“Such a good girl,” Ryker praised, voice rough. “Taking my cock so deep on your birthday. Your throat feels so fucking good. Look at those pretty tears. You love choking on cock, don’t you?”I moaned loudly around him, nodding desperately, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft as best I could.He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit conne
Liora’s POV***God, I’m such a filthy fucking slut for this.*The thought burned through my mind like liquid heat as I dropped to my knees on the cold locker room floor, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My 19th birthday, and instead of cake, I was surrounded by the raw, masculine scent of sweat, soap, and pure testosterone. The team had just won, and the locker room was thick with celebration — half-naked players, steam rising from the showers, low laughter echoing off the tiles.But my eyes were locked on **Ryker Kane** and **Jax Wilder**.Ryker was the captain — 6’5” of pure muscle, broad shoulders, thick chest glistening with sweat, tattoos snaking down his arms and across his pecs. His dark hair was wet, jaw sharp, eyes dark and dangerous as they raked over me. Jax was leaner but no less lethal — sharp cheekbones, wicked smile, abs carved like they were meant to be licked, his cock already half-hard under the towel.They noticed me the second I walked in with m
He fucked me harder, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit.I came again, screaming his name.He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed back inside me, fucking me face to face, eyes locked on mine.The stretch was breathtaking all over again. I felt every thick inch as the fat head of his cock forced my sensitive walls apart, then the heavily veined shaft dragged along every nerve ending inside me, stretching me so perfectly, so completely, until he was buried to the hilt once more. His heavy balls pressed firmly against my ass, warm and full, and the slight upward curve of his cock pressed the head right against that deep, sensitive spot that made my toes curl and my breath hitch.“Fuck, Isla,” Kade groaned, voice raw and strained, forehead pressed to mine. “You always feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet. Like your pussy was made just for my cock.”He stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting me feel every throb and pulse inside me. I coul
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the large bed and laying me down gently. Then he stripped slowly, letting me watch every inch of him. His cock sprang free — long, thick, heavily veined, the fat head flushed dark red and leaking a steady stream of precum down the curved shaft. It looked even bigger in the candlelight, the knot at the base already starting to swell with need.He climbed over me, caging me with his powerful arms. His mouth found mine again as he pushed my legs wide open. He took his time — kissing down my body, sucking my nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, biting the soft skin of my breasts, leaving marks I would feel for days.When he finally reached my pussy, he spread me open with his thumbs and licked me slowly... a long, broad drag of his hot tongue from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit. He groaned against me, the vibration making me jerk.He ate me for a long time. Slow, luxurious licks through my soaked folds, sucking my clit int
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
Lila’s POVI knew I was lost.There was no more pretending I wanted to escape or win the game. I wanted to be his. Completely. The thought of going back to normal—sneaking touches in the hallway, quick fucks when Mom was out—didn’t f







