INICIAR SESIÓNVictor’s grip on my wrist is iron as he pulls me from the wine cellar’s wreckage straight into the master bedroom.The king bed dominates the room—dark silk sheets already rumpled from our earlier round, moonlight slicing through the windows.He shoves me onto the mattress on my back, climbs over me, and pins my wrists above my head with one hand.His cock is rock-hard again, slapping heavy against my stomach.“Look at you,” he rasps, eyes raking over my marked body—red handprints on my ass, cum drying on my thighs, pussy swollen and glistening. “My son’s bride, dripping for Daddy’s cock hours before the wedding.”I arch up, desperate. “Please, Daddy—fuck me again. I need it so bad.”He smirks, releases my wrists, and grabs my ankles instead spreading me wide, folding my legs back until my knees are by my ears.Then he slams into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, back bowing off the silk.He doesn’t hold back.He pounds me folded in half, hips snapping, cock driving so deep I
Victor doesn’t carry me this time.He grabs my wrist and drags me up the stairs, my bare feet stumbling on the carpet, cum still leaking down my thighs from the wine cellar wreckage.We reach the master bedroom—his bedroom—the one he shared with his late wife, the one where my fiancé was conceived.The door slams shut behind us.The room is huge: king bed with dark silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark estate, moonlight pouring in.Victor shoves me toward the bed.“On your back,” he orders. “Legs spread. Show Daddy what’s his tonight.I scramble onto the silk, lie back, and open my thighs wide.My pussy is swollen, red, dripping with his cum and my juices, lips puffy and glistening.He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock slow, eyes locked on my exposed hole.“Look at that greedy little cunt,” he growls. “Leaking Daddy’s cum like a proper slut.”“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, fingers sliding down to spread myself open for him. “It’s all yours. Fuck me again.
I’m still sprawled on the tasting table, legs spread, cum leaking from both holes in thick streams, when Victor walks back in.He’s stripped off his shirt, chest glistening with sweat, cock already rock-hard again, jutting out like a weapon.He doesn’t speak.He just grabs my ankles, yanks me to the edge of the table, and flips me onto my stomach.My tits smash against the cold wood, nipples scraping, ass high.He kicks my feet wider, spreads my cheeks with rough hands, and slams back into my pussy in one brutal thrust.I scream, fingers scrabbling for grip on the table edges.He doesn’t ease in.He starts pounding—harder than before, faster, hips snapping with raw power, the table sliding across the stone floor with every impact.Bottles rattle violently in the racks, some clinking dangerously.His hand cracks across my ass—sharp, stinging spanks that make me clench around him so tight he growls.Each one harder, the heat blooming into fire that makes my pussy gush down his cock and
The estate is quiet.Everyone’s gone for the bachelor party except me and Victor my soon-to-be father-in-law.I’m in the study looking for the seating chart when he walks in, closing the door with a soft click that feels final.He’s in a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, top buttons open, showing salt-and-pepper chest hair.Slacks hugging thick thighs and an obvious bulge.“You shouldn’t be alone the night before your wedding, Lila,” he says, voice low, dangerous.His eyes rake over my body in the tight white rehearsal dress short, low-cut, clinging to every curve.I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already crossing the room.He grabs my waist, spins me, and bends me over the mahogany desk in one brutal motion.My palms slap the wood; my dress rides up, exposing lace panties.He doesn’t ask.He yanks them down to my knees, spreads my ass cheeks with rough hands, and growls at the sight of my already-soaked pussy.“Been waiting to taste my son’s bride,” he rasps.Then his mouth is
Mom left for her weekend getaway at noon, waving goodbye with a cheerful “Have fun, kids!”The second her car turned the corner, Alex texted:House is ours.Start in the living room.Don’t wear anything you want to keep in one piece.I was waiting naked on the couch when he walked in, cock already straining his jeans, eyes blazing.He didn’t speak.He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed my ankles, and yanked me to the edge of the couch. My legs spread wide, pussy already dripping.He dropped to his knees, buried his face between my thighs, and devoured me.No warm-up—just rough, hungry licks, sucking my clit hard, tongue plunging inside me like he was starving.I came in under a minute, screaming, gushing over his tongue and chin.He stood, stripped, and slammed into me while I was still shaking deep, brutal thrusts that rocked the couch across the floor.He fucked me missionary first, legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, pounding so hard the cushions flew off.I came a
Mom was asleep upstairs, the house dark and quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.I couldn’t sleep—my body still ached from the basement, pussy sore and swollen, but the ache was the good kind. The kind that made me wet just remembering how hard Alex had fucked me.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Alex.Kitchen. Now.I’m thirsty.I was downstairs in seconds, barefoot in just a tiny silk nightie that barely covered my ass, nipples already hard against the cool fabric.The kitchen was lit only by the under-cabinet lights, soft gold glow over the marble island.Alex was leaning against the counter in nothing but boxer briefs, cock straining against the thin cotton, eyes locked on me like a predator.He didn’t speak.He just crooked a finger.I walked straight to him.The second I was in reach he grabbed my waist, spun me, and lifted me onto the cold marble island like I weighed nothing.My nightie rode up instantly, exposing my bare pussy to the chill.He stepped between my sprea
I watched as Jake's eyes lingered on my lips before he smiled and approached the counter. "Morning," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "What do you recommend?" I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Well, the croissants are fresh out of the oven," I re
Kael gently lowered me onto my back on the soft grass, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and desire, and I felt a flutter in my stomach at the intensity of his gaze. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to my lips,
Kael pulled back from our kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me. He gripped my thighs, lifting them up and placing them on his shoulders as he positioned himself at my entrance once again. I gasped as he slid into me, filling me completely as he began to move in a slow, steady rhy
My thighs tremble against the cool granite of the kitchen island, Jace’s cock buried deep inside me as he pins me against the edge. His hands grip my waist, pulling me back onto him with every thrust, each one harder, hungrier, making my body sing with forbidden need. The house is silent except fo







