LOGINHe reached down with his free hand. Rough fingers shoved the leg of my shorts aside, found my clit through the soaked cotton. He rubbed hard—once, twice. I jerked, muffled cry vibrating around his cock as he shoved back in. My pussy spasmed. Fresh wetness soaked his fingers. He laughed again.
“See?” He pressed two fingers against my entrance through the fabric—pushing, not inside yet, just teasing. “S
I didn't. Kept my eyes on his while he moved inside me. While he whispered things that made my chest ache."You're so perfect.""Made for me.""Mine."I came crying. Not from pain. From the emotion of it. From how much I felt for him and how terrified I was of losing this.He followed. Whispering my name like a prayer.After, he held me. Just held me. And I realized with startling clarity:I was in love with him.Not infatuation. Not just lust.Love.And I was so completely screwed.---**MARCUS**I woke up Saturday morning with Ava in my bed.In the bed I shared with her mother.The guilt was there. Always there. But quieter now. Easier to ignore.She was still asleep. Curled against my side. Hair spread across the pillow. Face peaceful.She looked perfect there.Like she belonged.The thought should've terrified me. Should've sent me running.Instead, I decided to wake her up properly.I moved down the bed slowly. Carefully. Settled between her legs.Spread her thighs.Put my mouth
"Marcus here.""Marcus! Thanks for taking my call. I wanted to discuss the Hartford project—"Ava kept sucking. Slow and deliberate. Her eyes locked on mine.I had to focus. Had to sound normal. Professional."Yes," I managed. "The Hartford project. What about it?"She took me deeper. All the way to the back of her throat.I barely suppressed a groan."—thinking we should push the timeline back. The client is requesting some changes—"Ava pulled back. Licked the head of my cock. Then took me deep again.I was going to lose my mind."That's—" My voice came out strained. I cleared my throat. "That's fine. Whatever the client needs.""Great. I'll send over the revised proposal this afternoon—"Ava deep-throated me. Held me there. Her throat working around me."Fuck—" I bit it off. Covered with a cough. "Sorry. Something in my throat.""You okay?""Fine. Just—fine. Send the proposal. I'll review it.""Perfect. Talk soon."I hung up.Looked down at Ava.She was grinning around my cock."Yo
My mom left for her business trip at 6 AM Friday. By 6:30, Marcus had me bent over the kitchen counter.I'd heard her car pull out of the driveway. Heard the sound fade as she drove away. Waited maybe thirty seconds.Then I'd gone downstairs in just his t-shirt and my underwear.Found him in the kitchen making coffee.We'd looked at each other.And the pretense dropped.He crossed to me in three strides. Grabbed my face. Kissed me like he'd been starving for it."Three days," he said against my mouth."Three days," I agreed."We have three days to get this out of our systems.""And then?""And then we stop. For real this time."We both knew it was a lie.But we said it anyway. Like saying it would make it true.His hands were already under the t-shirt. Pulling down my underwear. Turning me around.I braced my hands on the counter. Felt him behind me. Felt his cock pressing against me."Tell me you want this," he said."I want this. Please. Stop making me wait."He pushed inside in one
"You want me," she said. Not a question. A statement of fact."Yes.""Then have me."She pushed me back into my desk chair. Straddled me before I could think.Her shorts rode up. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear."This is insane," I said even as my hands went to her hips."I know."She kissed me. I kissed her back. Gave up on fighting.She ground against me. I groaned into her mouth."We don't have much time," she said."I know."She stood up long enough to strip off her shorts and underwear. Straddled me again. Positioned herself.Sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion.We both groaned.She was still tight. Still adjusting. But looser than yesterday. Her body learning what this felt like. Learning me."Fuck," I breathed. "You feel incredible.""So do you." She started moving. Rolling her hips. Finding a rhythm.I watched her. Couldn't take my eyes off her. The way her tits bounced under her tank top. The way she bit her lip when I hit a good
"Jesus Christ," I hissed, grabbing her ankle. "Your mother is right upstairs.""I know." But she didn't pull away. "Does that make it hotter?""It makes it insane.""That's not a no."The shower shut off upstairs.I released her ankle. She withdrew her foot. We both shifted to look casual and normal as Rachel came downstairs a few minutes later."Morning!" She was bright and cheerful. Kissed my cheek. Smiled at Ava. "What's everyone up to today?""Work," I said."School stuff," Ava added."Boring. Well, I have errands to run. Will you two be okay on your own?""We'll survive," I said.If she only knew.---I locked myself in my home office and tried to work.Tried being the operative word.I couldn't focus. Couldn't think about anything except Ava.The way she'd looked yesterday. The sounds she'd made. How she'd felt.I pulled up a spreadsheet. Stared at numbers that meant nothing.My mind kept drifting back. Replaying it from my perspective.*The way she'd looked when I'd first pushe
MARCUSI fucked my girlfriend's nineteen-year-old daughter in the bed I share with her mother. And the worst part? I'd do it again.I was lying awake at six in the morning, staring at the ceiling, while Rachel slept peacefully beside me. Completely oblivious. Completely trusting.Completely unaware that I'd taken her daughter's virginity in these same sheets less than twenty-four hours ago.The guilt was crushing. A physical weight on my chest that made it hard to breathe.I was a monster. I was everything wrong with the world. A forty-two-year-old man who couldn't keep his hands off a teenager. Who'd looked at his girlfriend's daughter and seen an opportunity instead of a line that should never be crossed.I'd betrayed Rachel. Betrayed every standard of decency I'd ever held.And the worst part—the absolute worst part—was that my cock was hard thinking about it.I could still smell Ava on the sheets. That sweet scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. Could still feel her. The
Rylan’s cock felt different the second he pushed inside me. Thicker at the base, stretching me wider, the slight curve pressing against different spots inside. He didn’t ease in. He gripped my hips and sank deep in one slow, deliberate thrust that made my back bow and a broken moan tear out of me.
The mattress dipped under our weight like it was already giving up. I knelt in the middle of the creaky queen bed, knees sinking into the thin comforter that smelled faintly of bleach and old smoke. Jaxon stood at the foot of the bed, legs planted wide, cock still shiny from being inside me earlier
I Wrapped my fingers around both—Jaxon thick and familiar in my left hand, Rylan longer, slightly curved, veins standing out under silky skin. They groaned at the same time when I stroked, slow and firm.I took Jaxon first. Lips stretching wide around the head, tongue swirling over the slit to tast
My mouth went dry. My pussy went wet.I heard the door open again. Footsteps—three sets. Heavy breathing. A low whistle.“Fuck, Ethan. She’s really here.”“On her







