Lexie’s phone buzzed again. James’s message glowed on the screen: “Your dad is back. Dinner downstairs instead?” Her stomach twisted. She swallowed hard and typed back quickly: “I’ll be down.”
The walk to the dining room felt heavier than it should, her body still remembering the heat of that afternoon. Lexie saw her dad in the kitchen. He was holding a hot, steamy tray of chicken. “Hey, Daddy,” Lexie said softly, her hands folded behind her back timidly. “Hi, baby.” The moment he saw her, Mr. Moore flashed her a smile and waved her toward the dining chair. “You didn’t inform me you were coming. Is everything okay?” Mr. Moore asked, his brows knitting in concern. “Everything is fine, Dad,” Lexie said as she dropped into her seat. She sighed softly and looked away. Mr. Moore was a single father. Lexie’s mother had died during childbirth, and since then, he had raised her alone. Whenever Lexie asked him why he didn’t remarry, he told her he didn’t want his only child to fight for his time and attention. Basically, Lexie was his only family. And of course, there was Mr. James, who had gone abroad to further his education, leaving his seven-year-old daughter Kira with Lexie and Mr. Moore. Kira’s mother had disappeared right after giving birth, which also made Mr. James a single father. They were more like a big family. But after the intimacy that had happened between the two of them, Lexie worried she had betrayed that family bond. “You don’t look well, Lexie,” Mr. Moore said, his face tightening with worry. He shifted his seat closer and placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. “I’m fine, Dad. Just stressed,” she admitted. Lexie’s eyes were stuck on the chicken tray like she had never seen chicken before. She couldn’t bring herself to look into her father’s eyes—guilt chewed at her. “Maybe she’s allergic to having me around,” James’s deep voice rang out from the kitchen as he approached. Mr. Moore let out a soft chuckle and leaned back in his seat. He took a drumstick and placed it on his daughter’s plate. “Do you know James booked a hotel?” Mr. Moore said, his brows furrowed. “Oh, c’mon, Moore, you can’t go around reporting me to everyone. I’m here now, ain’t I?” James said as he took a seat across from Lexie. “Right, Lexie?” he asked with a wide grin. Lexie, who had kept her eyes glued to the table, glanced toward James and nodded. Her cheeks flushed red as she stared. He wore a tight white shirt that hugged his muscles, his toned abs clearly visible. Lexie’s eyes scanned him, and her heart skipped a beat when she found herself searching for a visible bulge in his short brown pants. She wondered how good it would taste to take his dick in her mouth and suck it. Lexie swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Lexie?” Her father’s deep voice cut into her deranged thoughts. She jolted upright when she felt his hand on her shoulder. His worried face shifted to surprise. “Uhmm…I’m sorry,” she stammered. “Are you sure you’re okay?” her father asked again. “Yes, I’m just tired. I’ll be in my room.” Lexie turned on her heels. “Goodnight, Daddy.” She hurried to her room, leaving the two friends shocked and perplexed. Once inside, she shut the door softly and pressed her back against it, exhaling shakily. Her body remembered James’s hands, his mouth, the weight of him pressing her against the wall in the hallway, sending heat low between her thighs. She could still feel the wetness in her panties, and more arousal kept spilling. She had run off because she was scared her father would notice her lingering stares at James. God! She ran her hands through her hair. How was she supposed to stay another day here with James around? She couldn’t even keep her eyes off him with her dad sitting right there. Oh my goodness, Lexie mumbled to herself. Has he always been this hot and attractive, or is this because of Kira? Right now, Lexie was unsure of how she felt. She had thought maybe her body wanted James as revenge on Kira, that things had just happened that way. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t her reason. She was simply attracted to him. But since when? His hands were so huge. The way he had held her waist, the way he had spanked her ass—it was so pleasurable. God, how was he so good? Lexie’s hands gripped her bra as her thoughts went wild. She imagined being on a beach with James, his tongue between her legs, sucking and flicking her clit while his hands teased her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips. It felt so real, so sweet, she thought she might come just from the fantasy. Then the bed dipped. Her eyes flew open in shock and fear. “Mr. James…” He shut her mouth with his, his tongue plunging inside. Lexie was too aroused to refuse him. Her body seemed to recognize him, syncing naturally with his as she kissed him back. James’s hands moved swiftly to her bra. With a gentle flick, he undid it. Her round, milky breasts spilled bare. Breaking the kiss, he immediately circled his tongue around her nipple. Lexie watched with her mouth wide open. The feeling was so intense, so surreal, she thought she might come just from having James suck on her nipples. She let out a satisfied sigh mixed with a moan. James moved his other hand to her other breast, twisting her nipple while sucking on the second one. His free hand slid toward her skirt, brushing her skin sensually. Lexie licked her lips and groaned, his touches lighting even more fire inside her. His fingers reached her panties. She lifted her hips, thinking he would take them off, but instead, he just shifted them aside enough to slip his fingers in. When he felt her wetness, he chuckled softly, his mouth still on her nipple. “You naughty girl. Have you been thinking about Daddy while touching yourself?” Lexie looked away, her face burning with shame. “So you’re playing stubborn?” James’s brows furrowed, his voice edged with irritation. He plunged two fingers roughly into her pussy. Lexie gasped loudly. “Answer me,” James demanded, his deep voice dangerous, his fingers pumping in and out of her at the speed of a treadmill. “Yes..I was thinking about you,” she moaned breathlessly. Lexie clenched her teeth and curled her toes, hissing softly. She knew he was punishing her for ignoring him, and she held back from moaning too loud, terrified her father would hear. James could feel how close she was. He quickened his pace. Lexie’s body convulsed, her toes curling as hot cum spurted from her pussy, dripping down James’s hand. He left her breasts, now sore from his rough sucking and nibbling. Still holding her panties aside, he pressed his hot mouth to her pussy and licked up her release. “You taste so marvelously, my not so little peach.” He said licking the remnant of her release on his fingers like he had just had the sweetest meal ever. When he was done, his eyes locked on Lexie’s blue ones. She looked spent, sweaty, and undone. James opened his mouth to say something, but quickly moved behind the door as a heavy knock sounded. “Lexie, are you in?” her father’s voice boomed.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