ANMELDENThe doors of the master bedroom clicked shut, and the outside world ceased to exist.Malcolm didn't let my feet touch the floor. He carried me straight to his silk-draped bed, setting me down on the edge with a surprising gentleness. His hands lingered on my bare thighs, smoothing upward along my skin, his thumbs parting my trembling knees until my pussy was fully laid for him.He towered over me, naked and lethal. Down below, his massive shaft stood straight up against his abdomen.It was still unbelievable, how a harmless decision led me into the embrace of this beauty before me."Did you like having Daddy inside you, princess?" My face burned, but my hips tilted forward on instinct, craving the heat that radiated off him. "Yes. You fucked me so good.""That was just a quick taste. I'm going to let you feel even more now."He stepped between my thighs and leaned down, capturing my mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss. He tasted of the bourbon I'd been smelling around him, his tongue
The cold titanium dragged across my clit and every muscle locked.I was on my knees, ass raised, Tristan’s soft breathing only inches from my face. Close enough that one wrong sound would end everything. He swirled his cockhead against my entrance.“M-Malc-”Malcolm’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could speak. His fingers dug into my cheeks, forcing my head back until I met those gray eyes.“Call me that again,” he rasped, “and I will fuck you until this bed wakes him.”I nodded hard against his palm, a whimper already trapped in my throat.His other hand gripped my hip and shoved my thighs wider with his knee. Cool air kissed my folds. The position was filthy, my cunt completely open while his son slept under my chin.“I flew you three thousand miles,” he growled. “Put you in my estate. Let you sleep in my silk. And the moment you got restless you crawled in here like a bitch in heat?”Shame burned through my chest, my pussy was clenching and unclenching.He leaned over me unti
My jaw dropped! I called Tristan back immediately. “Bond?”"Yeah. Family bonding, getting familiar with my girlfriend, whatever. Pack light, you won't need most of your items anyway."Normally, I was supposed to travel twenty-four hours before the ceremony, but a full fourteen days under the same sprawling roof as Malcolm Cross? Wow. I had chills already. The jet was a Gulfstream outfitted entirely by Aegis Bio-Sensory.I sat alone in the leather cabin, thirty thousand feet above the clouds, running my fingertips over the armrests. Aegis wasn't just a regular tech corporation. They held advanced medical and sensor patents. However, their real billions came from the sex toy industry. Tristan’s father was the genius who invented toys that warm up by themselves and use smart sensors to react to a user's body.I spotted a black lens glowing with sensor rings.A reckless thrill flooded my veins. I popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, letting the foam spill over my fingers. “Are yo
The cool head pressed against my clit and a soft whimper slipped out. I rubbed it exactly the way he told me, the oil mixing with my own wetness until everything was shiny and filthy.His commands kept coming, “Now push just the tip in, nice and slow so daddy can watch that little hole stretch.”I guided the thick head lower and pressed. The stretch burned in the best way. My mouth fell open on a shaky exhale as the tip sank inside me. In the mirror, my pussy lips parted greedily, ready for the seven inch dildo.“Fuck…” His breath hitched on the other end. For the first time tonight I heard the wet sound of his fist moving over his cock. “Give me another inch, baby.”Another thick ridge disappeared inside me. “Ah!”“All the way, princess. I want every inch buried. Then hold still. Don’t move until I say...”I sank down until the base pressed against me. I was too full. The dildo filled me in a way my own fingers never could. My reflection stared back at me, eyes glassy and lips parted
I didn't sleep a wink that night.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was that cock and the gleam of titanium. The memory of that commanding voice vibrated through my bones: Show Daddy where it aches, princess. My pussy was swollen and tender from an orgasm that felt more like a brutal possession than anything I had ever experienced with my hands.By noon the following day, my nerves were frayed. When Tristan finally texted at two, my heart nearly jumped out of my throat.Tristan: hey babe, sorry about last night. totally knocked out at my desk. work is killing me. dads wedding prep is killing me. miss you.Hmm... no mention of the calls? Especially the video call that had lasted fifteen minutes?"Did he cover his tracks before keeping his son's phone?"Iris: It's fine. Just don't do it again.I threw the phone facedown on the counter, chewing my lip until I tasted copper. I felt disgusted. I let my boyfriend's father look at the most intimate part of my body and let him command m
Three months of absolute drought will make a woman do things she'd normally consider beneath her.I laid back on the sheets, completely naked, staring up at the ceiling fan while my hand worked lazily between my thighs. My skin was slick with coconut oil, glowing under the hue of my bedside lamp. Beside me, my phone propped up against a stack of hardcover books, the camera angled straight down at the wet slit parted wide.I had been dating Tristan for over two years, and somewhere along the line, the fire had turned to damp ashes. He was always tired, always buried in junior exec tasks for his father's empire, and whenever we actually ended up under the covers, it was three minutes of clumsy pumping before he rolled over and snored.Tonight, I was determined to fix it. Or at least force some life into him.I took a high-angle shot capturing my flushed cheeks, my oiled breasts, and my glistening center. I sent it straight to Tristan's private chat.Iris: Look what's waiting for you. I
"I am starving, Len." Alex didn't know when the words slipped out, but they hung in the air between them, heavy with a meaning that had nothing to do with food. Lena was doing something to him tonight. Something dangerous. For the fifteenth time, she narrated how she'd tackled the intruder to the
The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.
The corridor opened into a vast space that made Alex's pulse kick up. Dimly lit, the air thick with sandalwood, leather, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. His guide's fingers curled around his wrist, pulling him forward as his eyes adjusted. The scene unfolded before him like something from a f
Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snappe







