LOGINHe flips me onto my back and settles between my legs. He's already hardening again, his cock stiffening against my thigh, and the realization that he wants me again so soon makes heat pool in my belly."I need you again." He positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside slowly this time, savoring every inch. "I need to feel you."The stretch is easier now, my body open and slick with his release. He groans at how wet I am, how easily he slides in, his cum making everything slick and filthy. His forehead drops against mine and he starts to move in long, rolling thrusts that build pleasure instead of chasing it. Each stroke drags against my sensitive walls, making me gasp."I was going to let you go." His voice is rough, raw. "If you'd fought harder at the altar. If you'd truly wanted to escape. I would have found another way.""I didn't fight." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling him bottom out inside me. "I could have screamed. Run. I didn't.""Why?""I d
I take him in my mouth and his groan echoes through the room. He's big enough to stretch my jaw, salty at the tip, and when I hollow my cheeks and suck he tangles his hands in my hair and holds on."Fuck." His hips jerk forward. "That mouth. All those insults you threw at me today, and now look at you. On your knees with your husband's cock in your throat."I take him deeper in response, relaxing my throat, letting him hit the back before pulling off to breathe. I trace the vein on the underside with my tongue and he shudders, his whole body trembling. His hands tighten in my hair but he doesn't push, just holds me while I work him over. I cup his balls with one hand, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten at my touch. He's close already. I can feel it in the tension of his thighs, the stuttering of his breath."Look at me." His voice is strained, cracking. "I want to see your eyes while you suck my cock."I look up at him as I take him back in. His jaw is clenched, chest heaving u
I've been married for six hours to a man I met at the altar. Dante Carbone. Mafia boss. My father's solution to a debt he couldn't pay. Now I'm standing in my husband's bedroom in a wedding dress I didn't choose, watching him lock the door behind us."Take it off." His voice is low, commanding."Fuck you."He crosses the room in three strides and his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is brutal, punishing, nothing like the chaste peck at the ceremony. His hands fist in my hair and yank my head back, exposing my throat. His teeth scrape down my neck and I gasp."I said take it off." He spins me around and drags the zipper down my spine, knuckles brushing my skin. "Or I'll rip it off. Your choice."The dress pools at my feet in a white puddle. I'm standing in nothing but white lace, shaking with fury and something else I refuse to name."Look at you." He turns me back to face him, his eyes raking over my body like he's cataloging what belongs to him now. "All this, and your father just h
She strips off her jeans and underwear and I forget how to breathe.She's beautiful everywhere. Soft curves and smooth skin and a small patch of dark curls between her thighs that makes my mouth water. I've never looked at a woman's body like this, never wanted to put my mouth on every inch of someone."Touch me." She lies back, spreads her legs, lets me see everything. "However you want. I'll guide you."I trace my fingers up her thighs, watching her muscles twitch. When I reach the apex, I pause, suddenly nervous."You won't hurt me." She reads my hesitation. "Start with your fingers. Feel how wet I am."I slide my fingers through her folds and gasp. She's soaked, dripping, her clit swollen and hard under my touch. I did this to her. Watching me come undone made her this wet."Inside." She's breathless now. "Put your fingers inside me."I push two fingers into her and we both moan. She's so warm, so soft, clenching around me as I start to move. I watch her face, learning what makes
I've never felt anything like this.Men have gone down on me before. It was always fine, sometimes good, occasionally great. But this is something else entirely. Morgan eats me like she's been starving for it, her tongue exploring every fold, learning what makes me gasp and what makes me moan and what makes me buck my hips against her face."You taste incredible." She licks a long stripe from my entrance to my clit. "Even better than I imagined. And I imagined this a lot.""Don't stop." I'm clutching the couch cushions so hard my knuckles ache. "Please, whatever you're doing, don't stop."She seals her lips around my clit and sucks while her tongue flicks against it. I cry out, my hips lifting off the couch, but she pins me down with one arm across my stomach and keeps going. She knows exactly how much pressure I need, exactly the right rhythm. Of course she does. She has the same parts. She knows what works."I'm going to cum." The words come out strangled. "Oh god, Morgan, I'm going
Morgan moved in across the hall three weeks ago, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.I noticed her the day I was hauling boxes into my new apartment, freshly dumped and trying not to cry in front of strangers. She stepped out of 4B with a smile that made me forget my own name, offered to help carry things, and spent the next two hours making me laugh instead of letting me wallow.She's beautiful in a way that makes my chest tight. Dark curly hair that falls past her shoulders. Brown skin that glows in any light. Full lips that curve into a smirk whenever she catches me staring. Which happens more often than I want to admit.I've never been attracted to a woman before. At least, that's what I keep telling myself while I lie awake at night thinking about her hands, her mouth, the way she touched my lower back when we passed in the hallway yesterday.Tonight she's in my apartment again. Third time this week. We're on my couch with a bottle of wine between us, some movie p







