LOGINI've been in love with Jake Calloway since I was sixteen years old.He was twenty-one then – home from college for Christmas, walking through the kitchen in grey sweatpants and no shirt while I sat at the counter with his sister Megan eating cereal. He didn't even see me. Grabbed the orange juice, drank straight from the carton, said "morning, Meg" to his sister, and walked out. Never glanced in my direction. I was invisible – Megan's dorky friend with the braces and the frizzy hair and the body that hadn't figured itself out yet.I went home that night and touched myself for the first time thinking about a real person.That was ten years ago.I'm twenty-six now. The braces are gone. The hair is gone – replaced by the kind of blowout I learned from YouTube and maintain with religious dedication. The body figured itself out around twenty-two and I've spent the last four years making sure it stays figured out. New job – junior partner at a marketing firm. New apartment. New confidence.
I stand on shaking legs. Walk to the floor-to-ceiling glass. The city spreads below – thirty stories of lights and people and cars. I press my palms against the glass. My tits flatten against the cold surface, my nipples hard against the window, my naked body on display for anyone in the building across who cares to look up.He steps behind me. His clothed body against my naked back. His cock pressing between my ass cheeks through the gap between his open pants and my bare skin."Anyone can see you," he says against my ear. "Anyone looking up from the street. Anyone in the building across. They'd see a naked woman pressed against the glass. They'd see my cock disappear inside her."He pushes in from behind. One stroke. Deep. His cock filling me while thirty stories of city watch through the glass.I moan against the window. My breath fogs the glass. His hands grip my hips – the first time his hands have been on my body below the neck – and he pulls me back onto his cock while pressing
His eyes darken as he traces his thumb on my lower lip. "Good girl."The two words hit my clit like a current. My thighs press together on the floor and he notices and his mouth curves.He stands. Steps back. Sits in the leather chair. Legs spread. Arms on the rests. A king on a throne watching his subject kneel."Take off the bra. Slowly. Keep your eyes on me."I reach behind me. Unclasp. Let the straps slide down my arms. The bra falls. My tits are bare – heavy, my nipples already stiff from arousal and the cool air. His gaze drops to them and stays. Cataloguing."Pinch your nipples."I bring my hands to my tits. My fingers find my nipples and pinch – gently at first, then harder when his expression doesn't change, reading his silence as more."Harder. I want to see them turn red."I pinch hard enough to gasp. Rolling them between my fingers, pulling, the sharp sting shooting to my clit. He watches from the chair – his cock straining his pants, his hands gripping the armrests."Now
The rooftop bar is thirty floors up and I'm three drinks into forgetting the week I've had when he appears beside me like he materialized from the skyline.I don't see him approach. Don't hear him. One second the stool beside me is empty and the next there's a man sitting on it who takes up more space than his body should. Not because he's huge, but because his presence has a gravity that bends the air around him.Dark suit. No tie. The collar of his black shirt open enough to show the hollow of his throat. His jaw is sharp, shadowed with stubble that's deliberate rather than lazy. His hair is dark, pushed back, silver threading the temples. His eyes – I can't tell the color in the bar light, only that they're fixed on me with an intensity that makes my cocktail stop halfway to my mouth.He doesn't smile. Doesn't introduce himself. Doesn't ask my name."Come with me," he says.His voice is low. Not loud – quiet enough that I have to lean in, which means he's already controlling my bod
They strip the condoms. Dante pushes back into my mouth bare and the difference is immediate. His skin is hot against my tongue, and the taste of pre-cum salty and real. Cole enters my pussy raw from behind and the feeling of his bare cock stretching my swollen walls makes my eyes roll back."Fuck," Cole groans. “She’s dripping – I’ve never felt anyone this wet –”Dante holds my head with both hands and fucks my face – the bare head of his cock nudging my throat, my spit coating his shaft. Cole pounds me from behind – his lean hips snapping fast, his cock long enough to hit my cervix on each deep stroke.They switch again. Dante behind me, Cole in my mouth. Dante bare in my pussy – his thick cock spreading me wider than Cole’s, the girth making me scream around Cole’s shaft. Dante grabs my hips and drives deep and the wet sound of his bare cock in my soaked pussy is obscene and unmistakable.“I want to hear her scream,” Dante says. “Pull out of her mouth.”Cole withdraws. Dante pushes
He strips his leather pants in one motion. No underwear. His cock is – I swallow hard. Long, thick, uncut, hanging heavy between his legs and already stiffening. Bronze skin, a vein running the length of the shaft, the foreskin pulling back from a head that’s flushed dark and swollen. As I watch, it rises, curving upward, until it stands rigid against his stomach and I understand why the “full experience” costs what it does.He sits on the leather couch. Legs spread. Cock standing straight up. Beckons me with one finger.I straddle his lap. My thong is the only thing between his bare cock and my pussy and I can feel his pulsing, thick shaft pressing against my slit through the thin lace. I grind down instinctively and the friction of his cock against my clit through the fabric makes me gasp.His hands cup my tits through the bra. Squeeze. His thumbs find my nipples through the lace and rub until they stiffen, then he pulls the cups down and yanks them beneath my tits so they’re pushed
I park my car at the designated trailhead and shoulder my pack, watching the last traces of civilization disappear behind a wall of ancient pines.No cell service out here – I checked my phone three times before the final bar vanished. No electricity. No other campers.Just me. The wilderness. And
He fucks me two more times in the next fifteen minutes.The third round, he flips me onto my stomach and takes me from behind – fast, energetic strokes that make my ass ripple. I cum once, twice, my pussy clenching around his tireless cock.The fourth round, he pulls my legs up over his shoulders a
My pussy clenches at the words. At the implication.He guides me backward toward the bed. Each step brings the moment closer – the moment when I stop being just Marcus’s wife and become something else entirely.My calves hit the mattress. Derek presses me down, laying me across the white sheets lik
“You like this,” he observes. “You’re defying me on purpose because you want me to hit you.”I don’t answer.He grabs my jaw. Forces me to look at him.“Say it. Tell me you like it when I slap you.”“No.”Slap.My head rocks back. I’m crying now – real tears, real pain – but I’m also dripping. I ca







