LOGINGrahamGina won’t answer my calls.Not that I blame her. I had no right to interfere with her and Joel, even if they were already broken up. I should’ve trusted her to make the right decision for herself and stayed the fuck out of it. It’s too late now. I only hope she can forgive me.While I wait for Gina to calm down enough to talk to me, I decide to try and talk to Joel. He’s angry too, which I completely understand. I just hope I can explain things from my point of view. Maybe I am in the wrong. Maybe I never should’ve gone there with Gina, but I did. I can’t change the way I feel, but I also know no woman is worth losing my son over. If he wants me to end things with her for good, then I probably will.“What the fuck do you want?” Joel asks when he opens his front door and finds me standing there.“Can I come in?”“Does it matter what I say?” he grumbles. “You’ll do whatever the fuck you want anyway.”“Can we talk?”He grunts in response, so I take it as a yes. He walks off into
GinaI love morningsEspecially ones like this, where I wake up and find a text from Graham waiting for me.Graham: Want to come to work with me?It’s not quite what the kinky, dirty words I’ve become accustomed to, but I’ll take any chance I get to spend more time with him.Me: Sure.Graham: I’ll pick you up at nine.Right on time, his car rolls to a stop just in front of me. I open the door and climb in, the aroma of coffee and donuts hitting me. Just when I thought he couldn’t be any more perfect the guy brings me coffee and donuts?“Anyone would think you were trying to get into my pants,” I tease, picking up my coffee.“I thought I did that yesterday.” He winks at me and my cheeks heat. “Did you sleep okay?” He turns to me, the sinfully sexy smirk on his lips making it difficult for me to concentrate.I nod. “I was exhausted for some reason.”He chuckles and turns down a street, before pulling to a stop outside what looks like a car workshop. I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t ev
Graham My God, she’s so fucking sexy. That sway to her hips when she walks with my jacket wrapped tightly around her sends an electric thrill pulsating through my body, directly to my cock. I clench my jaw, my body already aching to feel her again. Even from here, I can see her reddened knees and the softest smudge of bruising around her neck. Even having just come so recently, my cock twitches with a fresh wave of arousal, the possessive, prideful knowledge that those are my marks exciting me just as much as the act itself did. In a short period of time, sweet, innocent little Gina has come to mean more to me than I could ever have imagined. The thrill of taking her like that will haunt me for a long time. The shock on her face, the pleasure and lust in her eyes during our encounter are hardwired into my brain. I don’t doubt what I did hurt her because I was anything but gentle, but she enjoyed every second of it. I shake my head and let out a low chuckle. Holy shit, my dirty
Gina “I love it, Daddy.” My cheeks burn with shame, my shoulders burn from holding his weight on top of me as he brutally thrusts into me, over and over like a possessed beast. The sound of our bodies colliding is so loud, I know that if anyone else was mad enough to wander too close, they'd be able to overhear us, but I can't stop the helpless little whimpers I make every time he growls and moans into my ear, his breathing heavy and hard against the side of my face. His grip tightens on my wrists, forcing them further up as he shoves me down further. My knees spread, grinding on the ground as he thrusts deep inside me, groaning loudly. I flinch, moaning as he nips the arch of my ear. It feels so good, I never imagined getting my fantasy would feel this good. It's better than I could have imagined, rough and raw and desperate, it's so easy to pretend that he's some random man I don't know, who cornered me and led me away and is violating me in this awful way. I'm wrenched from my
GinaHe laughs, hands heavy as he shoves my dress up more and grabs my wrist again, yanking it behind my back to keep steady.The other one releases my neck, allowing me to breathe – only to lose it in a gasp when he slaps me, right between my legs. It stings and brings tears to my eyes. Arousal and fear mix low in my stomach, tingling like the cold air on my exposed skin."Look how wet you are. You want this, don't you?" he purrs, his fingers slipping between my folds. I clench my eyes tightly shut. I am wet, damn it.Shame makes my face burn and my fingers twist, trying to claw my way free. It's no use, his grip is strong and only tightens when I struggle. "What a dirty little girl. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.""No," I whimper, shaking my head, trembling all over. "Please, no – I don't want this. Please, I'll give you whatever you want, just let me go."The words are shaky and weak, just like I am. It is terrifying, knowing how easily he caught me and pinned me down, h
Gina“I have an extra pepper spray you can use.”I roll my eyes at Sara, the motion causing the mascara brush to touch the skin just under my eyebrow. Cursing, I grab a tissue and scrub the dark spot until it’s gone.“Thanks, but I won’t need it.”The flutter in my belly twists into a heavy, unsettling sensation, like part of me hopes I will need it. I have no idea what Graham has in store for me tonight and I can’t wait to find out.“Maybe I should go with you,” Sara murmurs. “Just to make sure he doesn’t kill you and dump your body in a canal, or something… what?” She gives me an innocent shrug when I glare at her.“Nobody is going to hurt anybody,” I grumble. “Well, unless you count me jabbing your eye out with this brush.” I lift the mascara wand threateningly and Sara shrinks back, nearly falling off my bed.“I’m glad you’re confident and all that, but just remember, you barely know the guy.”Everything in me wants to argue that I do know him, that I know him on a level I’ve nev
Jake I could keep watching her forever. I still couldn’t believe she was here, right in front of me. My Zelda. So fucking pure, so fucking innocent, even if she tried to hide under that façade of a brat. I knew that wasn’t her. Not entirely, anyway. She just needed to be reminded of it. My fing
JesseFuck, she tastes like heaven.She came so fucking prettily on my tongue and fingers. I can still taste her, her screams ringing in my ears, and yet I want more. I want it all. I want to be buried in her cunt and see her come on my cock. I want those nails in my back, clawing me there instead
KylieReaching behind me, I lay my hands on his thighs and lean back in a long line, rolling my hips and watching his cock slip in and out of me, wishing it was someone else’s. I stutter at that, at Xavier’s face, so I close my eyes and turn my head slightly and get back to my fantasy.I’m back to
Kylie“What if he doesn’t like me?” I murmur, nervously nibbling on my lip.Xavier reaches over and smiles at me softly. I wonder, not for the first time, why it does nothing for me. It just feels…safe and comfortable. Which isn’t such a bad thing for me. I need to stop dating the wrong men, and Xa







