LOGIN"That's it, baby girl. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are." My boyfriend's father had me bent over his desk, hand wrapped around my throat, splitting me open with his thick cock while my boyfriend was on the line. * * * Forget what you know about love stories. This is a fucking raw, no-filter plunge into the depraved fantasies you only jerk off to when you're home alone. This collection is your VIP pass to the kind of filth that leaves you shaking—where powerful bosses bend you over their desks' and depraved strangers use your holes in dirty alleyways before vanishing into the night. We're talking about the kind of raw, pulse-pounding taboo that gets you off: forbidden age gaps, rough, messy gangbangs, public throat-fucking that steals your voice, and first times that leave you gaping, dripping, and ruined for anyone else. Consider this your final warning. This is explicit, vulgar, and engineered to soak your panties. If you can't handle stories drenched in choking, rough anal, non-con/dub-con kinks, and filthy-mouthed sluts who beg to be used like the cum-dumpsters they are, close this book now. But if you're ready to get utterly wrecked—if you're craving that full-body, mind-melting, vibrator-on-high kind of climax that leaves you a boneless, dripping mess... Your next orgasm is waiting. Turn the page. We promise you'll be a good girl for us.
View MoreCHAPTER 4: FOUR ROUNDS BEFORE NOON STELLA’S POV "Stella—" "I'm serious." I lock my ankles behind his back. "I want it. I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel you fill me up." "You can't just—say things like that—" "Why not?" "Because I'm barely holding on and—fuck—" His hips stutter. "I'm going to come. I'm sorry, I can't—" "Don't be sorry." I cup his face, make him look at me, watch his eyes glaze over with approaching orgasm. "Come inside me. Let me feel it. Please, Jonah, I need—" He tries to pull back. Instinct, maybe, or politeness. I don't let him. I lock my legs tighter and yank him deeper and he shouts my name as he breaks, his cock pulsing hot and thick inside me, flooding me with his release. I feel every twitch, every powerful spurt, the warmth spreading deep in my core, and it's so good, so intimate, so us that I tumble over the edge right after him. We come together. Four years of tension. Four years of want. Four years of almost and maybe
CHAPTER 3: LOSE IT INSIDE MESTELLA’S POVHis tongue pushes inside me, fucking me in deep, wet strokes, then slides up to circle my clit while two thick fingers sink into my drenched pussy with a loud, obscene squelch. He curls them perfectly against my g-spot, stroking steadily while his tongue lashes my clit."So tight," he groans against my clit. "So wet and tight. Can feel you squeezing my fingers. Can feel how badly you need to come.""I'm already—" The pressure is building too fast, embarrassingly fast, my body so wound up from hours of wanting him that I'm already right there. "Jonah, I'm going to—""Already?" He sounds delighted. "That's so fucking hot, Stell. Come for me. Come on my fingers. Want to feel it."He curls his fingers harder against that spot while his tongue attacks my clit and I shatter.The orgasm rips through me so hard I scream his name, my back arching off the bed, my pussy clamping down on his fingers in rhythmic pulses while I gush all over his hand and c
CHAPTER 2: I WANT YOU TO BE MY FIRST STELLA’S POV "I've been wet for you all night, Jonah." My voice is shaking but I don't stop. "I've been wet for you for four years. Every time you hug me, every time you fall asleep on my couch, every time you look at me like you're looking at me right now — I go home and I touch myself and I pretend it's you and I've never told you because I was scared but I can't—I can't keep doing this. I can't keep watching girls throw themselves at you when I want you so badly I can't breathe." He crosses the kitchen in three steps and his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is nothing like I imagined. It's better. It's desperate and messy and four years of want exploding between us. His hands are in my hair, on my waist, pulling me against him so hard I can feel every inch of his body pressed against mine. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans, thick and straining, grinding against m
CHAPTER 1: I'LL KILL ANYONE WHO TOUCHES YOU STELLA’S POV I've been wet for three hours. Three hours of watching Jonah across the crowded apartment, his sleeves rolled up, his glasses catching the light, laughing at something someone said while a girl I don't recognize keeps finding excuses to touch his arm, his chest, lean into him like she has any right to be that close. She doesn't. He's mine. Except he's not, because I've never told him, because we're just friends, because four years of loving him in secret has turned me into a coward who smiles and pretends my heart isn't breaking every time he mentions a date or a hookup or a girl who texted him. "You're staring again." I tear my eyes away from Jonah to find Maya grinning at me, her third drink sloshing dangerously in her cup. "I'm not starin






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