MasukCHAPTER TWOI spun around without a word, presenting him my ass in reverse cowgirl. Hands planted on the floor for leverage, I dropped back onto his cock in one filthy slide, taking every thick inch until my cheeks met his thighs with a wet smack. I started riding him hard—lifting and slamming down. Each drop stretched me open all over again, that heavy cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside me until I was whimpering under my breath, half-insane from how good it felt. My cunt was dripping, coating him, the wet sounds growing louder and dirtier the harder I fucked myself on him. I felt like a complete slut with panties shoved aside, pants tangled uselessly around my knees, bouncing on my father-in-law’s dick while his wife was ten minutes away. I slowed just long enough to feel the full stretch, then slammed back down harder, ass cheeks jiggling with every greedy impact. “Daddy’s cock is so fucking good… fuck—” I mouthed the words so quietly they barely existed, hips n
STORY SEVENTEEN: MY BLIND FATHER-IN-LAW'S COCKCHAPTER ONE“Find the divorce papers on my father’s table. The courier delivered them there.”I rolled my eyes at Noah’s message.Three years. And finally, I was free of the scumbag. He’d cheated the entire time and still had the nerve to blame it on my “incompetence in bed.” As if he wasn’t the one who couldn’t perform to save his life. Piece of shit.I stepped into the elevator headed for the executive floor, where the CEO and director’s offices sat. My father-in-law was the director. His friend held the CEO title, though Luke basically ran everything while the man was rarely around. Right now he was in Kuwait, so Luke had the floor to himself.Luke was hot. I’d made the mistake of saying that to Noah once. He’d immediately accused me of cheating. I’d begged him to believe me—only to find out he was the one screwing around the whole time.Luke had jet-black hair parted down the middle and the most beautiful brown eyes I’d ever seen. He
CHAPTER THREEI pulled my clothes back on and headed for the laundry room. The television was still on in the living area; Alex’s laughter floated down the hall. I opened the washer and began feeding clothes into the drum. Once it started its cycle I leaned against the machine, the steady vibration sending me straight back to the way Gabriel had just fucked me.My back was to the doorway of the small laundry space. I was still half-lost in the memory of his cock when Danielle’s voice carried from the living room.“Alex, I’m going to bed. Switch the TV off when you come, okay?”The bedroom door opened and closed.A few minutes later it opened and closed again. Assuming it was Danielle, I bent to gather the next load. Footsteps crossed the short distance behind me. Then a hard bulge pressed against my ass.I was wearing a blouse and a short skirt—easy for him to shove up. He did, baring me to the cool air. I didn’t straighten or turn. I already knew who it was by the scent of him.His t
CHAPTER TWOContent warning: Risky sexFootsteps sounded on the stairs.I scrambled under the duvet in an instant, hiding myself. Gabriel tugged his joggers back up, settled against the headboard, and calmly reopened his laptop just as the door opened.“Where is that silly girl?” Danielle’s voice cut through the room.She stepped closer. “Honey, have you seen Wendy?”“No,” Gabriel answered, voice perfectly casual. “I haven’t.”“I hope that bitch hasn’t run away.”There was a brief shuffle of movement, then the bathroom door closed and the shower started running.The second the water hit, I threw the duvet aside and spread myself open for him again—knees pulled back, thighs wide, pussy still wet and swollen from before.Gabriel didn’t ask a single question. He simply rose onto his knees between my legs, freed his cock—still glossy with my juices—and pressed the thick length back against my cunt, picking up the filthy, grinding rhythm exactly where we had left off.I grabbed his slick l
STORY SIXTEEN: I SLIPPED AND FELL INTO MY FATHER-IN-LAW'S BEDCHAPTER ONEEver since I married Alex, my life had never been the same.A single day into our marriage, he informed me that I would work in his family’s main house—day and night—for one hundred days to prove myself worthy. I didn’t want to do it. But for the love I had for him, I agreed.I arrived at the family house by six every evening and cleaned every nook and cranny. Then I did their laundry.Today was my hundredth and final day.Alex and his mother sat relaxed in the living room, watching a comedy show when I stepped in. Neither of them acknowledged me, so I greeted them anyway.“Good day, Mrs. Harper.”Danielle ignored me, laughing heartily at whatever played on the television.“Uhm… Alex,” I said carefully, “are you aware that today is my last day?”That got their attention. Both heads swung toward me.“Really?” Alex’s voice carried clear disappointment.“Yes,” I said, unable to keep the relief from my tone. “Once I
CHAPTER FOURSHARON'S POVFred requested Dave join and leave his work. He did.While the movie was ten minutes in, Fred’s thumb found my pussy lips and he rubbed, digging two fingers in and thrusting slowly. It felt good that I threw my head back and moaned silently.Then…I heard him snoring.He really fell asleep while fingering me?I gently took his fingers away and found Dave’s hand instead, putting it in the spot Fred’s hand had once taken to replace it. Dave did not flinch, his gaze glued to the horror movie playing while he thrusted in with his thumb.He didn’t stop there. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling deep, rubbing that spot that made my thighs twitch. I bit down on my own hand, covering my mouth hard so the moan wouldn’t escape. His fingers worked me open—slow, then faster, wet sounds soft under the movie’s screams. My hips rolled against his hand, chasing every thrust.I couldn’t take it anymore.I climbed over him right there on the couch, knees straddling his
(THE WALL STREET WIDOW III)I obeyed. My hips rose and fell, taking him deep with every downward slam. The chair creaked beneath us. My tits bounced wildly in his face as I rode him harder, faster, chasing that building pressure. Zephyr’s hands gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks, one finger teasin
(THE WALL STREET WIDOW II)Three days later, the Harrington family mansion on the Upper East Side was draped in black. Mourners filled the grand rooms — Wall Street titans, socialites, distant relatives. I moved through it all like a ghost in my elegant black dress, accepting condolences with quiet
STORY TWO(THE WALL STREET WIDOW I)I stood in the middle of our sprawling Tribeca loft, voice cracking with fury as I waved the foreclosure notice in Tyler’s face.“You put the house up as collateral? You took out a loan in my name without telling me? We’re going to be homeless in three months, Ty
(THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II)He didn’t ask permission.He simply cupped the back of my neck and kissed me.It wasn’t gentle. It was possession.His mouth claimed mine with commanding heat, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he’d been starving for years. I moaned into him, fingers curling into the







