MasukHis Horny Slút (3)I should not want this. That is the thought I keep repeating, but my body refuses to obey. Every shift of my hips makes me wetter, and the sound of it fills the quiet air, obscene and shameless. The woman I pretend to be in boardrooms, the one who sits in tailored suits and commands respect, is nowhere to be found. All that is left of Clara Bennett is a needy mess kneeling on the floor in Adrian Blackwood’s house.My fingers push in and out of me, and I cannot hold it back anymore. Every move makes me moan louder. The room is full of my sounds. My eyes snap to his, desperate for approval, desperate for him to see me falling apart.“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.“Yes… I… I can’t stop,” I gasp.His stare holds me there, stripped down, trembling, waiting for him to claim me.The orgasm tears through me. My body locks up, my legs shudder, and my cúnт squeezes around my fingers so hard it hurts. I cry out, shaking, losing myself in front of him.“Good girl,” Adrian
His Horny Slút (2)I should not want this.I tell myself that as I sit here, but my body betrays me. My nípples ache beneath the thin fabric of my bra, and I feel the wet pull between my thighs with every shift in the chair. I have worked for years to craft the image of a woman who is untouchable, disciplined, entirely professional. And yet here I am in Adrian Blackwood’s house, trembling because I want him to strip me bare and fúck me like it is his right.I know the truth. I want to get laid by him. I have wanted it since the first time I caught him staring at me across the boardroom table, his dark eyes raking my body in a way that was both calculated and primal.Now he sits across from me, glass of scotch in his hand, watching me like prey he has already decided to devour.“You’re nervous,” he says.“I’m not,” I answer, but my voice comes out softer than I intend.“You are. But you’re also wet.”The bluntness of it makes me flush. I try to mask my reaction by sipping my wine, but
This is a terrible mistake.I know it, and yet I keep moving forward like I’m under some spell. He is not a friend. He is not someone I should trust. Adrian Blackwood sits on the board of the company I co-founded. We’ve met only a handful of times, and every conversation between us has been brisk, professional, and limited to a few words.And yet… every time, something in me tightened. His presence lingers long after he’s gone, unsettling me in ways I don’t admit out loud. The truth, though I hate to admit it, even to myself is that I find him achingly attractive. The strong line of his jaw, the steadiness in his eyes, the quiet authority in the way he carries himself. It makes me nervous, makes me shy, like I’ve stepped back into a younger, more vulnerable version of myself.Sometimes, when I’m alone, I catch myself imagining what it would be like to feel him against me. To have his mouth close over mine, his hands unbuttoning me with deliberate patience. To feel his cóck push into m
Flashing Her Títs For Strangers (2)He tried to warn her, tried to pull back, but she held him in her mouth, swallowing every thick pulse of cúm as he filled her throat. Some of it escaped, dripping from her lip to her chin.When she pulled away, she was smiling with pride.Joe stared at her, stunned. “Jesus Christ.”She grinned and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “What? It’s yours. You better kiss me after a show like that.”He leaned in and did exactly that. The taste of himself on her lips only made him harder again.Kiera stared at her reflection in the visor mirror. Her lipstick was a little smudged. Her cheeks glowed, still warm from everything they'd just done. Her blouse clung damply to her skin, the open buttons revealing the soft curve of her chest. She looked wild and radiant and somehow undone."Take me home, Joe," she murmured. Her voice had dropped, "I want you to fúck me."Joe didn’t answer right away. He just glanced over, his jaw tightening slightly as he t
Kiera's breath caught as the semi pulled up alongside their car. The truck’s cab loomed high, the driver’s window already rolled down. She glanced over and let out a shaky laugh.“He’s looking,” she said, voice trembling with undeniable arousal.Joe kept his eyes on the road, but his lips curled into a crooked smile.“Good. Let him.”Kiera’s blouse was already unbuttoned to her waist, and the seatbelt pushed her breasts together in a way that made them look obscene. Her nipples pressed boldly against the thin fabric of her bra.“This is so fucking insane,” she whispered, her voice breathy and tight.Joe’s eyes flicked over.“Then lose the blouse, baby. Let him see what’s mine.”She hesitated, her hands frozen over the buttons. But he knew her. Knew that nervous tension in her was already tipping toward arousal. She was wet. He was sure of it.“Do it,” he said, his tone darker now. “Take it off. Show him those perfect fucking tits I dream about every night.”Kiera whimpered, and then s
Prom Night Fantasy (2)Nick leaned in close and hugged her. She rested her head on his shoulder while he rocked her gently, anger tightening his thoughts as he realized how badly she had been treated.He thought of John and felt disgust rise in his chest. He had assumed it was something careless or small, never imagining it could be something like this.“Is she that much prettier than me?” Jessica asked, her voice steadier now but still fragile.Nick admitted to himself that Carrie Trent was attractive. Still, her reputation was well known, and rumors followed her everywhere, including stories that crossed lines and left a bad taste.“Not by a long shot,” he said quietly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing, and he ruined everything.”Jessica pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled down at her, unaware of the shock and realization settling across her face.She saw him clearly in that moment as someone constant and patient. He had always been there, listening, steady, and quietly pr







