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Back in his Bed 89
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2026-04-07 16:21:59
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DaisyMorning light sliced through the bathroom blinds, turning the steam into golden ribbons. I stood under the showerhead, hot water pounding my shoulders, trying to wash away the remnants of last night’s dream and the shame that had followed.My skin still felt too sensitive. Every drop that hit my nipples made them tighten painfully; every rivulet running down my stomach and between my thighs reminded me how wet I’d been, how desperate I’d gotten in the dark with that toy while Steve slept like nothing was wrong. My clit throbbed faintly with aftershocks, and I could still feel the ghost of Norman’s grip on my hips, his growl in my ear.I glanced at my phone on the sink counter: 8:12 a.m. Shit. The board meeting at Wright Dynamics started at 9 sharp—investors, green-energy projections, and the California Renewable Energy Initiative bid. I couldn’t afford to walk in looking like I’d spent the night fucking my ex in my head.I scrubbed faster, shampoo stinging my eyes, fingers rough
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DaisyMy eyes snapped open.My heart was slamming against my ribs, my breath ragged, and my skin slick with sweat.For one terrifying second, I thought Norman’s hands were still on me, his cock probably still buried deep, his growl still vibrating in my ear.But no.The room was quiet. There was no rain. No thunder. Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and Steve’s even breathing beside me.I was in Steve’s bed. In his arms. My legs tangled with his, my nightie twisted around my waist, and thighs pressed together against the throbbing ache between them.It had all been a dream.A filthy, vivid, heart-pounding dream.I sighed loud and sharp, which made Steve stir immediately.“Hey…” His voice was sleepy and gentle. He rolled toward me, hand sliding to my cheek. “Bad dream?”I stared at him—his kind eyes, his soft smile, the faint stubble on his jaw. He looked safe and steady. Nothing like the man who’d just fucked me senseless in my head.Steve tilted his head. “Was your ex-husband
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DaisyThe rain hadn’t stopped; if anything, it sounded louder now, like the sky was trying to drown out whatever stupid thing we were about to do next.Norman’s forehead stayed pressed to mine for a long beat, our breaths mingling—hot, uneven, tasting of sex and whisky and bad decisions. His cock in his pants was still rock-hard against my thigh, slick from my come and his own stained pre-cum, twitching every time my hips shifted even a fraction.I should have pushed him away. Should have said the words again: We’re exes. This is over. But my body wasn’t listening. My nipples were tight peaks scraping against his chest hair, my clit throbbing in time with my heart beat, and the deep, empty ache inside me was screaming for more.He didn’t rush. Instead, his hands slid up my sides slowly and, gently, his fingers catching the thin straps of my dress that had somehow stayed on through everything. He hooked them with his thumbs and dragged them down my shoulders, exposing my breasts inch b
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DaisyThe rain was still falling hard when we stumbled out of the club.We didn’t speak the entire ride back to his place. The Uber driver kept glancing at us in the rearview mirror, but we didn’t care. My hand was on his thigh the whole time, fingers digging into the muscle through his pants. His hand rested high on my bare leg, his thumb stroking slow, dangerous circles under the hem of my short black dress. Every touch sent heat racing straight between my legs.The second the front door closed behind us, he had me against it.His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for months. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues sliding hot and deep. I tasted the whisky he’d been drinking all night — dark, smoky, intoxicating. He tasted like sin. My fingers twisted into his shirt as I pulled him closer, moaning softly into his mouth when he pressed his body flush against mine. I could already feel how hard he was, thick and straining against my stomach.We barely made it three ste
DON’T STOP Loving her curves 86
BellaThe restaurant was small and intimate, tucked away on a quiet street near campus. Soft golden lights hung from the ceiling in clusters, casting warm pools across the linen tablecloths. A single violinist stood near our table, bow gliding over strings in a slow, romantic melody that made the air feel thicker and sweeter. Darrell had insisted on this place. He said it was “just dinner,” nothing special. But I knew better. He had been nervous all evening, fidgeting with his napkin, glancing at me too often, smiling in that soft, secret way that made my heart stutter.I was in the middle of laughing at something he said when the music shifted. The violinist moved closer. The melody slowed and became more tender. Darrell reached across the table and took both my hands in his. His palms were warm. His fingers trembled just slightly.“Bella,” he said quietly.The room seemed to hush around us. Even the clink of cutlery faded. I looked into his blue eyes—dark, steady, full of something
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DarrellShe was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled around my waist, the way her cunt fluttered and tightened with every slow, deep thrust. Her breath hitched against my lips, short and desperate. Her nails dug sharp crescents into my shoulders. I wanted to push her over the edge right then, watch her shatter beneath me, but I held back. I wanted more of her like this—open, needy, completely fucking mine in the quiet storm of the rain outside.I pulled out slowly. She gave a soft whine of protest. Her legs stayed locked around me for a second, heels pressing into my back like she didn’t want to let go. I kissed her once, deep and lingering, then slid my arms under her thighs and lifted her off the bed in one smooth motion. She gasped. Her arms flew around my neck. Her legs tightened instinctively around my hips.“Darrell—”I carried her the few steps to the small wooden desk against the wall. Rain streaked the window behind it. Lightning flashed once in the distance
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LilaI couldn’t hold it in anymore. The second Ryder left the room, the tears came hard and fast. I bent forward on the bed, arms wrapped around my stomach like I could keep everything inside. My shoulders shook. Quiet sobs turned into loud, broken ones. I pressed my face into the pillow to muffle
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LilaI couldn’t look at him.My face burned hotter than it ever had. My thighs were still trembling, slick and sticky, and the wet spot on the table beneath me felt huge, obvious, and impossible to ignore. I’d never felt anything like that before. The pressure, the rush, the way everything exploded
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RyderI went upstairs quietly, steps soft on the carpet so Martha wouldn’t hear me from downstairs. The house felt still as if supporting my movement. I reached Lila’s door and paused. My hand hovered over the wood. I didn’t want to wake her if she was asleep. I didn’t want to scare her if she was
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RyderI pulled the truck over on the side of the empty road. The engine idled rough for a second before I killed it. My hands stayed on the wheel, knuckles white. The bar was only a few miles back, but I couldn’t make myself turn around. I couldn’t sit in that dark room with neon lights and strange
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