LOGINCHAPTER 2: BENT BY THE WRONG MAN
BAILEY’S POV(TW: CHEATING SCANDAL)The wedding is a beautiful, exquisite nightmare.I stand beside Sasha, my smile plastered on, my body numb. I recite my duties, I fluff her veil, I hold her bouquet.All while Rhett says his vows. His voice is steady, sure, as he promises his life to my best friend.But his eyes… his eyes keep finding mine. And in them, there’s no promise. There’s only a dark, consuming hunger.<CHAPTER 1: DON'T TOUCH WHAT'S MINEPIPER'S POVI know Uncle Gray wants to fuck me because I watched him jerk off saying my name six months ago.Last Christmas. Everyone drunk on eggnog and my mom's terrible mulled wine, the house too hot, too loud, too full of relatives who wanted to pinch my cheeks and ask about my major. I'd escaped upstairs to get away from my aunt's interrogation about my love life when I passed the guest room door and heard it.My name. Breathy. Desperate.Piper. Fuck. Piper.The door was cranked open just enough. I should have kept walking. Should have gone to my room and pretended I'd heard nothing.I stopped. I looked.Uncle Gray was on the edge of the bed, pants around his ankles, his fist wrapped around the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Thick and veiny and flushed almost purple at the tip, leaking pre-cum that dripped down his knuckles as he stroked himself hard and fast, the fat head flaring every time his hand
CHAPTER 3: SWALLOW BEFORE THE CAKE PIPER'S POV Grayson freezes with his tongue buried inside me. "Y-yeah!" My voice comes out high, strangled. Grayson hasn't moved — his tongue is still deep in my pussy, his hands still spreading my ass wide. "Just changing! I spilled something on my bikini!" "Oh okay, honey. Have you seen Gray? Can't find him anywhere." Grayson's tongue curls inside me and starts moving again, slower but relentless. I bite down on my fist so hard I taste blood. "No, Daddy! Haven't seen him! Maybe he went to get more ice!" A pause that lasts a century. "Alright, well, we're cutting the cake soon. Don't take too long!" His footsteps retreat. The second he's gone, Grayson starts eating me again — faster now, more urgent, his tongue fucking into me while his thumb attacks my clit and two thick fingers shove inside me, curling hard against my g-spot. "
CHAPTER 2: SHE COMES WHEN I SAY SHE COMES(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)"Count the hands," he whispers in my ear. "Feel how many men want to touch you right now. Feel how many men are going to make you come on this train."I try to count but his fingers curl inside me and someone's thumb finds my clit and I lose track, I lose everything except the pressure building in my core like a tide I can't stop, can't control, can't even slow down.Because every time I get close to thinking clearly another hand touches me somewhere new — groping my fat tits harder, pinching and twisting my nipples until they're swollen and aching, spreading my ass cheeks so wide I feel exposed.And someone is now rubbing my clit in fast, rough circles while two sets of fingers pump in and out of my soaked cunt."She's close." A different voice, deeper, from my left. "I can feel her clenching.""Not yet." The first voice, commanding. "She comes when I say she comes. Keep her on the ed
CHAPTER 1: STRANGER AFTER STRANGER(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)The 7:42 train is always packed but today it's something else entirely, bodies crushed together so tight I can feel the buttons of the man in front of me pressing through my blouse, can smell the perfume of the woman beside me mixing with coffee breath and sweat and the metallic tang of the rails under us. I grab the overhead strap because there's nowhere else to hold and I plant my feet and I resign myself to another thirty minutes of being sardined between strangers while I think about the grocery list and the meeting at nine and whether Jerry remembered to take the trash out this morning like I asked him three times before I left.A hand touches my thigh and I don't think anything of it because hands are everywhere in this crush, elbows and shoulders and briefcases bumping against me from every direction, and it's just another accidental brush of—The fingers curl inward.My skin prickle
CHAPTER 6: RIDE ME, MOMMYDELILAH'S POV“A little training?”“Mm-hm.” I clench around him and he gasps, his cock twitching back to life already. “You didn’t think this was a one-time thing, did you? Stepmommy has so much to teach you. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”He is getting hard again. Already. The resilience of youth.“But first,” I push him off gently, feeling his cum gush out of me the second he pulls out in a hot, sticky flood that soaks the backseat. “We need to get you to college. Your dorm awaits.”“Fuck the dorm.”“Later.” I wink at him. “Now clean up and drive. I’ll sit here and feel you dripping out of me the whole way.”The dorm is chaos. Parents everywhere, moving boxes, tearful goodbyes. I smile and wave and make small talk while Beckett’s cum slowly leaks into my panties, the warm, sticky mess squelching between my thighs with every step. No one suspects a thing.His room is a single — thank god. His roommate is
CHAPTER 5: LESSON ONE: DON'T BE GENTLEDELILAH'S POVHe pushes deeper. And deeper. Until his balls are pressed against my ass and I am stuffed fuller than I have ever been in my life. He is so deep I can feel him in my stomach, the fat head pressing right against my cervix like he is knocking on the door of my womb. Feel him pressing against places his father has never reached, could never reach. My pussy walls flutter and clench around him, milking his thickness, creaming so heavily that it squirts out around his base and soaks his balls.“You’re so tight,” he breathes, wonder in his voice. “You’re so fucking tight.”“And you’re so fucking big.” I clench around him and he groans, the sound raw. “Now fuck me, baby. Show stepmommy what you’ve got.”He starts to move. Clumsy at first — the strokes uneven, the rhythm off. He does not know what he is doing. Does not know how to use his body yet.But he is learning.“Slower,” I instruct, grippin
CHAPTER 1: THE ORAL EXAMSAPPHIRE’S POVI was pretty sure I was going to throw up. Or maybe spontaneously combust. The air was too cold, the leather of the chair too sticky against my thighs, and the man across the desk… God, the man across the desk was a sin made flesh.
CHAPTER 2: TRAINING MY TITS FOR HIS COCKINDIE’S POVLater that night, I slip downstairs in nothing but his old button-down. The fabric swamps me, but the top buttons are undone, tits spilling out the front, ass peeking out the back. He’s in the kitchen, leaning against the coun
CHAPTER 2: FINGER-FUCKED AT THE BAR SIENNA’S POV He turned fully on his stool, his knee brushing mine deliberately. A jolt of pure, undiluted electricity shot straight to my core, making me bite back a gasp. “Or,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whis
CHAPTER 1: TWO COCKS VS. A CHEATERTESSA’S POVThe text message glowed on my phone screen, a little square of pure, undiluted betrayal. Sorry, babe. It just happened. We need to talk.It just happened. Like he’d tripped and fallen dick-first into some Phi Kappa’s mouth.







