Lexie turned away, tears blurring her vision. Her heart was pounding, her body still aching with the memory of him. She hated herself for enjoying it. Hated herself for giving in.
She grabbed her clothes quickly, her hands shaking. She didn’t even look at him as she tried to cover herself. The heat still burned between her thighs, but her chest was tight with guilt. She had to leave. She had to get out before she did something worse. She took one step toward the door. “Going somewhere?” James’ deep voice stopped her. She froze. Slowly, she turned. He stood there with his fat long dick sprang up she could still see his pre-cum dripping from it, drops of water running down his chest. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey trying to run. “I need to go to my room,” she whispered. He stepped closer. “No,” he said softly but firmly, “not yet.” Her back hit the wall. He didn’t touch her at first, only leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. “You think you can walk out after what just happened? After I’ve had a taste of you?” His hand slid to her arm, gentle but unyielding. “You’re not leaving me like that, Lexie.” Her heart pounded so fast it hurt. Her body said one thing, her mind screamed another. And when his lips brushed her ear, she shivered despite herself. Lexie found one last ounce of strength in her, she pushed him away. Maybe it's the proximity of his body that is making her crave him, she thought. Her chest rose and fell fast as she tried to slip past him, her towel barely clinging to her damp skin. She wanted to run back to her room, to hide under her blanket and pretend the whole thing didn’t happen. But James didn’t let her. His grip caught her wrist, firm and heated. His eyes darkened, scanning her body shamelessly. He pulled her closer until her chest brushed his, and before she could breathe, he bent, sweeping her into his arms. “I can’t..” “Too late for that,” he murmured. Her heart pounded. “Mr. James…” But he was already carrying her into the nearest room. Her father’s bedroom. The familiar scent of aftershave and old wood made her stomach twist. This was wrong. Too wrong. He placed her on the bed, her towel falling open. Lexie froze, heat crawling across her skin. “I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, voice shaking. James leaned over her, his dick occasionally greasing her thighs like it was challenging her, his eyes burning into hers. “You think I’ve waited years just to stop now? No, Lexie. Not when you want me too.” Her lips parted, but no words came. He was right, her body wanted him, even if her mind screamed guilt. When his hand slid between her thighs, she gasped and grabbed his wrist. “We can’t… not here, this is my father’s bed…” That made his grin darker. “Exactly why you’re dripping already.” Her face burned. Shame and desire tangled until she couldn’t tell the difference. He pressed her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up. Lexie’s breath caught. The sheet smelled like her father. Every nerve screamed to push James away but she didn’t move. She felt him hard and heavy against her, sliding along her skin, making her thighs tremble. “Tell me no, and I’ll stop,” he whispered at her ear. Lexie shut her eyes. Her mouth opened… but instead of “no,” a low moan escaped. That was all he needed. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back as he pushed inside her. Lexie buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cry. The stretch was deep, rough, but her body clung to him as if it had been waiting. “Fuck, so tight,” James groaned, thrusting deeper. “Your father has no idea his little girl is this sweet.” “Don’t… don’t say that,” she begged, her voice breaking. But her hips pushed back anyway, meeting him, shame burning hotter than fire. He fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mixing with her gasps. Every thrust made the bed creak, her father’s bed, carrying the weight of their sin. Lexie gripped the sheet, nails digging in, body betraying her with each shudder. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to stop. But pleasure drowned her, sharp and blinding. When he reached under her, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, her body gave in completely. Her pussy spurted juice while she shook, muffling her cry in the pillow. James touched her pussy, Lexie's juice dripped down his fingers and he brought it to his mouth licking them like it was some spill drink, he groaned, spilling into her, his grip keeping her arched beneath him. For a long moment, only their breath filled the room. When he pulled out, Lexie rolled onto her side, covering her face. Tears pricked her eyes. She had just let her father’s best friend fuck her. In her father’s own bed.The rain came in gentle threads that night, tapping against Jenna’s kitchen window as if reminding her of how quiet her house had become. The old clock ticked louder than usual, echoing off the walls that once knew laughter and warmth. Now, there was only the soft hum of her thoughts and the ache of solitude. She had been widowed for three years. Three years of polite smiles to the world, of telling everyone she was fine, that time had dulled the edges of her grief. But it hadn’t. It had only buried the ache deeper, beneath a calm, practiced voice. Then he came back. Evan. The boy who used to mow her lawn and chase her dog around the yard. The boy with shy smiles and summer-tanned skin. Only he wasn’t a boy anymore. When Jenna opened her front door that afternoon and found him standing there—broad-shouldered, taller, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing the world now saw him as a man—something in her chest shifted. Something warm and frightening all at once. “Mrs.
Lara gagged as both men thrust deep, her throat stretched to the limit. Niall held her hair tight in his fist, guiding her pace, while Richard braced her head still and fucked her face harder.Her muffled moans vibrated around them, saliva soaking her chin, dripping down her breasts.Richard’s voice was a rough snarl above her. “You’re going to swallow every drop, slut. Both of us.”Niall groaned, head tipping back. “Fuck—Lara, I’m so close—”They rammed into her mouth in jagged rhythm until, suddenly, Richard stiffened with a deep grunt. Hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. A heartbeat later, Niall groaned her name, filling her mouth too, the two streams mixing, overwhelming.Her eyes watered. She tried to swallow but it spilled past her lips, thick and messy, coating her chin and dripping onto her breasts.Richard smirked, pulling his cock free and smearing the last drops over her lips. “Good girl. You took both of us.”Niall dropped to his knees, wiping her mouth tenderly, though
The red room door swung open, and Niall froze mid-motion. He had one of the women still trembling against the chains when Richard Blackwell entered, Lara clinging to his arm.The two women in red looked at each other, exchanged sly smiles, and slipped out quickly without a word almost as if they had expected this. The air thickened the moment the door closed.Now it was just the three of them.Richard’s gaze swept over Niall, shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, and then down to Lara, her lips still swollen from their rooftop kiss. He smirked, one hand possessively stroking her hip.“Your husband knows,” Richard said, his voice smooth and commanding. “And he wants this as much as you do.”Lara’s heart raced. She glanced at Niall, but instead of anger, she saw hunger blazing in his eyes.“I only want one thing,” Richard continued, his dark gaze fixed on her. “If I’m to have you both tonight, you give me control. No questions. No hesitation.”Niall’s jaw clenched, but he stepped forw
Richard groaned low in his throat as Lara worked him deeper, her lips stretched around his thick cock, spit running down her chin. He tugged her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, his length filling her mouth.“Fuck…look at you,” he growled thrusting slow and deep, watching her choke and moan around him. “You love this. You love being on your knees for me.”Lara whimpered nodding faintly with her mouth full, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself. She sucked harder her tongue tracing every vein eager to please.Blackwell yanked her back suddenly his cock slipping free with a wet pop. He smirked at the sight of her swollen lips and messy chin. “Good girl,” he rasped thumb wiping her spit only to smear it across her cheek. “Now turn around. Bend over the edge.”Her pulse raced as she obeyed pressing her palms against the cold rooftop ledge arching her back. Her dress rode up, exposing her ass to the night air. She shivered, half from the chill, h
Richard groaned low in his throat as Lara worked him deeper, her lips stretched around his thick cock, spit running down her chin. He tugged her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, his length filling her mouth. “Fuck…look at you,” he growled thrusting slow and deep, watching her choke and moan around him. “You love this. You love being on your knees for me.” Lara whimpered nodding faintly with her mouth full, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself. She sucked harder her tongue tracing every vein eager to please. Blackwell yanked her back suddenly his cock slipping free with a wet pop. He smirked at the sight of her swollen lips and messy chin. “Good girl,” he rasped thumb wiping her spit only to smear it across her cheek. “Now turn around. Bend over the edge.” Her pulse raced as she obeyed pressing her palms against the cold rooftop ledge arching her back. Her dress rode up, exposing her ass to the night air. She shivered, half from the c
The rooftop air was sharp and cool, but Lara’s body burned as Richard pressed her against the wall. The city stretched around them, lights, noise, strangers below but all she could hear was his low breath against her ear.Richard kissed her like a starved man, devouring her mouth with teeth and tongue until she moaned against him. His hands didn’t ask permission they claimed. One gripped her jaw, angling her face to kiss her deeper, the other slid under her dress, dragging the fabric up inch by inch until the night air kissed her bare thighs.Her protest died when he pressed his body fully against hers. Hard muscle the insistent bulge between them. The promise of what was coming.“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to ruin you?” he rasped lips brushing her cheek. “Right here, where anyone could hear you scream?”Before she could answer, his hand slipped between her legs, fingers stroking her pussy until her knees weakened. She whimpered clutching at his shoulders, shame and want twistin