ログインChapter 2 Shirley’s POVI knew exactly what I was doing.Ryan was sweet. Stable. The kind of man who looked good on paper with a steady job, nice car, polite to my parents. In bed? Vanilla to the point of boredom. He’d eat me out for exactly three minutes like it was a chore, fuck me missionary for four, come with a quiet grunt, roll over, and start snoring. Every. Single. Time. No variation. No edge. No danger.But his little brother?Nineteen. Freshman-year energy. Starving in a way that made my clit throb just from the way he looked at me the second he walked through the door — like he wanted to drop to his knees, bury his face between my thighs, and never come up for air. Hung like a fucking dream, I’d clocked the thick outline in his jeans the first night. And the hunger in his eyes? It made my pussy clench every time he shifted uncomfortably at the dinner table.Catching him jerking off to my bikini photos was the hottest thing that had happened to me in years. The sight of him
Chapter 1 Calvin’s POVI stepped through the front door of my childhood home carrying two duffel bags and the bone-deep exhaustion of freshman year finals, only to freeze in the foyer when I saw her.Shirley.Twenty-six, corporate lawyer, legs for days that ended in sky-high stilettos even at home, and wearing one of my older brother Ryan’s crisp white dress shirts like it was the sluttiest lingerie on earth. The top three buttons were undone, revealing the inner curves of her full breasts and the lemon lace edge of a bra that barely contained them. She smiled, and extended a manicured hand.“Nice to finally meet you, Calvin.”Her voice was smooth whiskey poured over ice. Ryan grinned like an idiot beside her, flashing the diamond solitaire on her ring finger like it was a trophy. I shook her hand. Her skin was warm, fingers lingering a heartbeat too long. My cock twitched instantly, thickening against my jeans before I could even process the betrayal.I hated how hard I got. I hate
Chapter 3 Nick’s POVThat threesome was the hottest night of my life.Watching Zara take both of us, her stepfather and her stepbrother, her lithe body trembling and glistening between us, moaning like she’d been born to be split open on family cock… I’d never come so hard. The sight of her lips stretched around McLane’s shaft while I pounded her dripping pussy from behind, the way her eyes rolled back every time we synced our thrusts, the obscene wet sounds filling the room…it burned itself into my brain. I replayed it on loop all morning at the gym, cock half-hard in my shorts, counting reps just to keep from thinking too hard about how badly I wanted more.By early afternoon I couldn’t wait any longer.I came home early from the gym, sweat-soaked tank clinging to my chest, gym bag hitting the floor the second I saw Zara alone in the living room. She was sprawled on the couch in nothing but one of my old football jerseys, too big, slipping off one shoulder, hem barely covering the
Chapter 2Zara’s POVI woke up deliciously sore, my thighs bruised from gripping McLane’s hips, pussy swollen and still tingling with the memory of him filling me three times last night. Every shift of my hips sent a sweet ache through me, a filthy reminder that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I wasn’t innocent. I was ruined in the best possible way, and I was already addicted.I needed more before I left for Vegas in four days.Morning light filtered through my curtains when McLane woke me the way I’d dreamed about for years: his broad shoulders parting my thighs, hot mouth sealing over my clit. He licked me slow and reverent at first, long, dragging strokes through my folds, tasting the remnants of his own cum from the night before. Then he sucked hard, two thick fingers sliding inside me, curling against that spot that made my back bow off the mattress. I came with a muffled cry into my pillow, thighs clamping around his head, gushing against his tongue.He didn’t let me recover.He fli
Chapter 1 McLane’s POVThe living room was hushed except for the soft scratch of Zara’s pen and the occasional rustle of paper. She sat cross-legged on the couch in tiny cotton sleep shorts that rode high on her thighs and a thin white tank top so worn it was nearly transparent. Her dark hair spilled over one shoulder, brushing the swell of her breast as she chewed the end of the pen, eyes focused on her relocation checklist. Twenty-two, college diploma still fresh in its frame upstairs, five days until she boarded a plane to Vegas and a six-figure tech job that would rewrite her entire life.I sat in the armchair across from her, pretending to read the list while my gaze kept drifting to the way her nipples pebbled against the fabric, dark shadows under white cotton. I cleared my throat. “Passport, birth certificate, lease signed, car shipped, furniture ordered… looks solid, kiddo.” I handed the paper back. “You’re really all set.”Zara bit her lower lip, cheeks blooming pink. “The
Chapter 2Julian’s POVThe entire next day I avoided her like she was radioactive.I slipped out before dawn, pounding ten punishing miles through the neighborhood until my lungs burned and sweat stung my eyes. Then the gym — deadlifts until my grip failed, pull-ups until my shoulders screamed. By noon I was in the garage with the door down, pretending to tune a lawnmower that hadn’t needed work in years. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind off the images that kept replaying on loop: Eve’s back arched off the mattress like a bowstring, thighs trembling around my ears, her cunt clenching and gushing while she screamed my name and I pumped every drop deep into my father’s widow.My father’s widow.The phrase sat in my gut like battery acid, corroding everything.By dusk I was back in my room, lights off, sprawled on the bed in nothing but boxers, trying to jerk off to porn on my phone — anything faceless, anything safe. My cock stayed half-hard, uninterested, because every time I
Chapter 1 "I think Scott is getting bored with me."Liv looked up from her wine. Her identical twin sister, Jade, stared into her glass, troubled. They sat on Jade's balcony for their Friday ritual, dark hair and green eyes matching perfectly, city lights glittering below."Scott adores you," Liv
Chapter 3: (Ethan’s POV)We stayed at the cabin four extra days. Missed the signing appointment twice. The lawyer finally sighed over the phone and agreed to mail the papers."We should probably tell people," Mara said one morning, standing at the stove in nothing but my oversized shirt, the hem sk
Chapter 2: Three weeks in, and everything had changed.Liv met Jade for coffee at their usual corner café, the one with mismatched chairs and sunlight slanting through dusty windows. They ordered the same lattes they always did, but nothing else felt routine anymore."He's incredible," Jade said t
◆◆◆ Chapter 7 ◆◆◆ ~ Kris Hunter ~The sleek black Aston Martin purred to a stop outside my apartment building, engine idling low like it was too elegant for this cracked sidewalk and flickering streetlamp. The neighbourhood looked even shabbier under the headlights — peeling paint on the concrete







