Mag-log inLiam held Mia close for a moment, both of them still catching their breath, bodies slick with sweat. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.He kissed her deeply again, then slowly moved down her body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and between her breasts. Mia shivered under him, still sensitive and trembling.“Lie back, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need to taste you again.”He spread her legs wide and settled between them. The first long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit made her whimper loudly. Liam groaned against her, savoring her taste.“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he said, before diving in properly.He ate her pussy like a man who had dreamed about it for two years hungry, messy, and relentless. His tongue licked broad strokes over her swollen clit, then pushed inside her, fucking her with it while his hands gripped her thighs tightly. Mia’s hands flew to his hair, gripping hard as she moan
They lay tangled together in the messy sheets, breathing slowly returning to normal. Mia rested her head on Liam’s chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. His arm was wrapped around her back, fingers gently tracing up and down her spine. For the first time in two years, the world felt quiet.“I thought about you every single day,” Liam said softly, his voice low and rough. He kissed the top of her head. “Every fucking night when I was away. When I couldn’t sleep, I’d close my eyes and picture you. Your smile. The way you moan my name. The way your body feels when I’m inside you.”Mia stayed quiet, her fingers drawing small circles on his chest as she listened.“I jerked off thinking about you so many times,” he admitted, a little embarrassed but honest. “In my bunk, in the shower, even in the damn desert. I’d stroke my cock remembering how tight you are, how wet you get for me. I’d imagine fucking you hard like I just did… and I’d cum whispering your name. It was nev
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, voice thick with lust. He rubbed his still-hard cock against her dripping entrance before slamming back inside her in one savage thrust.Mia let out a sharp whimper, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Liam… oh my God…”He started fucking her hard right away fast, deep, aggressive strokes that made her whole body jolt forward. The sound of his hips slamming against her ass was loud and obscene.“Fuck, Mia,” he moaned loudly, his voice rough and desperate. “You feel so fucking good… so tight around me, baby.”He spanked her ass hard, the sharp smack echoing through the room. Then again. And again. Red handprints bloomed on her skin as he railed her without mercy. One of his big hands reached forward and wrapped around the back of her neck, pressing her face deeper into the mattress while he fucked her even faster.Mia’s whimpers turned into broken cries.“Baby… please,” she sobbed, tears soaking the sheets. “Please, Liam… it’s too much… oh my God, plea
The second the apartment door slammed shut behind him, the air changed.Liam had been gone for two years. Two fucking years of deployments, video calls that cut out at the worst moments, and nights where all they had were whispered promises and frustrated touches over the phone. Now he was home standing in the hallway in his worn jacket, duffel bag dropped at his feet, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing keeping him sane.Mia didn’t even say hello.She ran to him. Their bodies crashed together. Liam’s hands grabbed her waist hard, lifting her off the ground as their mouths collided in a desperate, messy kiss. There was no softness, no gentle “I missed you.” It was pure hunger. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting, months of built-up frustration exploding between them.“Fuck, I missed you,” he growled against her lips, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan.“Show me,” she breathed, fingers already pulling at his shirt. “I need you right now, Liam and don’t be gentle
The next day, Sophia walked into the classroom like nothing had changed.She wore a modest navy blouse and a knee-length skirt, her hair pinned up neatly, her expression calm and professional. But every step reminded her of the ache between her legs, the faint bruises on her hips from Aiden’s grip the day before. She could still feel the ghost of his cum inside her.Aiden was already in his usual seat at the back. Their eyes met for a brief second. Something dark and knowing passed between them before she looked away, clearing her throat.“Good morning, everyone,” she said, her voice steady. “Let’s pick up where we left off yesterday on themes of forbidden desire in literature.”She taught the entire lesson without a single crack in her composure. She called on students, wrote notes on the board, even smiled when someone made a clever comment. But she felt Aiden’s gaze on her the whole time. It made her thighs press together under the desk.When the bell rang and students began packin
The classroom smelled of chalk dust, old books, and the faint trace of rain that had slipped through the open window earlier. The golden light from the setting sun spilled across the desks, casting long shadows that made everything feel more intimate, more dangerous.Ms. Sophia Vale stood at the whiteboard, erasing the day’s notes with slow strokes. At twenty-six, she was one of the youngest teachers at Ridgewood Academy, and she knew exactly what kind of attention that brought. With her dark wavy hair usually pinned up loosely, full lips, and a figure that her modest dresses could never quite hide, she turned heads without trying.But none of those heads belonged to someone like him.Aiden Cross sat in the back row, long legs stretched out, watching her with that quiet intensity he always carried. Eighteen years old, captain of the lacrosse team, and far too perceptive for his own good. He should have left fifteen minutes ago when the final bell rang but Instead he stayed.“Ms. Vale
The club was loud as fuck bass thumping through the floor, lights flashing pink and purple, girls grinding on poles like they owned every eye in the place. Lia sat at a high-top table near the stage, legs crossed, short black dress riding up her thighs just enough to catch attention. She came alo
I scrambled up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. The paper ripped under my ass as I lay back, yanked my knees up high, hooked my feet in the stirrups again like I was offering myself on a plate. My pussy was already throbbing, swollen, leaking his cum and my own wetness down my crack. I didn’t
My name is Mia. Twenty-three. I’ve been putting off this appointment for months because the thought of it made my stomach twist in a weird mix of nerves and something I didn’t want to name. But the sharp pain in my lower belly kept coming back, worse every time I got my period, so I finally booked
I left Serena’s bedroom on shaky legs, her pussy still dripping with my load, the taste of her tongue coffee, sin, and satisfaction burned into my mouth. My heart hammered like I’d run a sprint. I ducked into the actual bathroom this time, splashed ice-cold water on my face, stared at the mirror:







