LOGINHe leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “Good.” Then he kissed me, hungrily, like he was claiming me. Like he’d been starving for this exactly as long as I had.His hands were on me instantly—one fisting in my hair, the other sliding down my back, pressing me against him so I could feel how hard he already was. I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, backing me up until my ass hit the edge of his desk.He broke the kiss just long enough to growl, “Sit.”I hopped up onto the desk, legs parting so he could step between them. He pushed the papers off the desk, and they scattered everywhere. A pen rolled off and clattered to the floor. Neither of us cared.His mouth was on my neck now, biting, sucking, marking. I arched into him, fingers working his tie loose, yanking it free. Buttons next, popping one open, then another, until I could slide my hands inside his shirt and feel the heat of his skin.He shoved my dress up my thighs, higher, until it bunched around my waist. His pal
Five years, that’s how long Damien and I have been married. We've been together for seven if you count the two years we dated before he slid that ridiculous diamond on my finger in front of half of our friends and families at a rooftop bar he’d rented out just to make sure no one else could ruin the moment.Back then, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We did it everywhere, the elevators, coat closets at galas, the back of his town car with the privacy screen up and the driver pretending he couldn’t hear me moaning Damien’s name. Once, in the restroom of a restaurant, we fucked against the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse while the city flickered below us like it was putting on a show just for us.But now?We only have sex on Saturdays if neither of us is too exhausted from work. Lights dimmed, missionary or me on top if I’m feeling bold. He kisses my forehead afterward, tells me he loves me, and we fall asleep back-to-back because the AC is too cold on his side and I
I woke up sore, satisfied, and already wet again. The sun was filtering through the blinds, casting stripes across the tangled sheets. Jake’s side of the bed was still warm, but he wasn’t in it. I could smell fresh coffee drifting down the hall, and the faint sound of the kettle clicking off told me he was in the kitchen.My thighs were sticky with last night’s mess, even though Jake had cleaned me with a warm towel, my pussy felt tender, swollen and deliciously used. I stretched like a cat, wincing at the pull in muscles I hadn’t worked that hard in months, and smiled into the pillow that still smelled like his cologne.I didn’t bother with clothes, I just pulled on the black t-shirt he’d worn last night and nothing else. It hung loose on me, the hem brushing the very tops of my thighs, my nipples hard against the soft cotton. If I bent over even slightly, everything would be on display, and that was perfect.I walked barefoot down the short hallway, my heart already racing with anti
I’d been living with Jake for three months, and every single day was torture in the best possible way.He was 6’2 tall, built like he spent half his life in the gym, with messy dark hair and that lazy half-smile that made my stomach flip. We split the rent on a tiny two-bedroom flat, and the walls were so thin I could hear him showering every morning. I’d lie in bed pretending to scroll on my phone while I listened to the water run over his body, imagining what he looked like naked, with soap sliding down those abs I’d accidentally seen when he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel one time.I tried to be good, I really did, but some nights the ache got too much.It was a Thursday, close to midnight. Jake had gone out with friends, or at least that’s what he’d said. I figured I had the place to myself, I was in my room, the door cracked open because the flat was hot and stuffy, I was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. I was so fucking horny, so I slid my hand between my
The next morning, sunlight was barely creeping through the curtains when I woke up, Alex’s cock still nestled deep inside me from the night before. My pussy was sore in the best way, swollen, sticky, absolutely stuffed with days’ worth of his cum. Every breath made me feel how full I was, I clenched around him deliberately, and he stirred with a sleepy groan, hips rocking forward on instinct.“Wake up, baby,” I whispered, reaching for the remote on the nightstand. “It’s movie time.”I hit play on the big TV across from the bed. The screen came to life and I casted my phone's screen to it and it lit up with yesterday’s recordings—me on my back, legs spread wide, his cock slamming into me over and over, my tits bouncing, cum dripping out with every thrust. The sound of my moans and his desperate grunts filled the room instantly.He froze behind me, then thrust harder. “Ma’am… fuck…”I rolled us so he was on his back and I was straddling him reverse cowgirl, his dick never leaving my cun
The next morning I woke up with Alex’s cock already buried inside me. We’d fallen asleep spooning after that endless marathon, his arms locked around my waist, dick still half-hard and plugged deep in my pussy like he was afraid I’d disappear if he pulled out. Cum from the night before had dried sticky between my thighs, and every tiny shift made me feel how full and used I was.I clenched around him on purpose, and he groaned into my neck, hips jerking instinctively.“Morning, baby boy,” I whispered, reaching back to grab his ass and push him deeper. “You’re going to spend the entire day exactly like this, balls deep in your stepmommy’s cunt.”He whimpered, already thrusting slowly and sleepy.I rolled over so I was on my back, legs spread wide, and pushed him up so he was kneeling between them. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, lighting up every inch of his body, sweat already beading on his chest, cock shiny with last night’s mess, eyes dark and desperate.I reached for my ph







