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Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Tempted by the Boss(4)
Tempted by the Boss Chapter 4: The Breaking Point They returned from Singapore two days later. The flight home was quiet. Marcus worked on his laptop while Cole sat across from him, both of them pretending the last few nights in the hotel suite had not changed everything. Every time their eyes met, the memory of Marcus buried inside him, of Cole riding him until they both shook, hung between them like smoke. Work the next morning felt normal on the surface. Cole handled calls and schedules from his desk outside Marcus’s office. Marcus stayed behind closed doors for most of the day. But at noon, when the office was empty, Marcus called Cole in. He locked the door, bent Cole over the desk, and fucked him fast and rough with one hand over Cole’s mouth to keep him quiet. They came in under ten minutes. No words after. Just Marcus pulling out, cleaning them both, and saying, “The dinner is tomorrow night. Wear the black suit.” Cole nodded and went back to his desk with Marcus’s come st
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 37: His Midnight Fucktoy(4)
His Midnight FucktoyChapter 4The dress he chose for the meeting was barely a dress at all.It was short, black, and backless, with a neckline that dipped almost to my navel. No bra. No panties. Just the thin fabric and a pair of sky-high heels. When I walked out of the bedroom, Damien’s eyes dragged over me like he was already imagining ripping it off.“Perfect,” he said. “Everyone at that table is going to want to fuck you. And none of them will get to.”The meeting was in a private dining room on the top floor of another skyscraper. Five powerful men sat around a long table while Damien conducted business like I wasn’t even there — except for the way his hand stayed on my thigh under the table, fingers occasionally sliding higher to brush against my bare pussy.I stayed quiet. Smiled when I was supposed to. Crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly so only he could see how wet I was getting.Halfway through the meeting, one of the men — an older guy with cold eyes — leaned toward me.“
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 37: His Midnight Fucktoy(3)
Chapter 3I woke up to the feeling of something thick and hard pressing against my lips.My eyes fluttered open. Damien was standing beside the bed, already dressed in a crisp black shirt and trousers, looking down at me like I was breakfast. His cock was out, heavy and half-hard, the head brushing my mouth.“Open,” he said.I parted my lips without thinking. He slid his cock into my mouth with a low groan, one hand sliding into my hair to hold me in place. I sucked him slowly at first, tasting the clean skin and the faint salt of pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip.“That’s it,” he murmured. “Good morning, fucktoy.”The filthy word sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, letting him use my mouth while he stood there fully dressed and I was still naked under the sheets.He fucked my mouth with slow, controlled thrusts for a few minutes, then pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.“On your back. Legs spread.”I obeye
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 37: His Midnight Fucktoy(2)
Chapter 2I stood frozen in the doorway of the massive bedroom, staring at the black folder on the nightstand like it might bite me. My legs still felt weak from the way Damien had just fucked me on his dining table. My pussy was still throbbing, slick with my own wetness, and my lips were swollen from sucking his cock. But all of that faded when I saw my name printed in bold letters on that folder.I stepped inside and picked it up with shaking hands.Photos. Dozens of them. Me leaving the hospital after visiting my mom. Me at the bar, exhausted, counting tips. Me in my tiny apartment, changing clothes with the curtains half-open. One taken from across the street while I cried on my couch after getting another rejection letter from the hospital billing department. And pages of notes — my mother’s exact medical bills, my student loan balance, the name of the bar I worked at, even the hours I usually finished my shifts.He had been watching me for months.My stomach twisted with a sick
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 37: His Midnight Fucktoy(1)
Chapter 1I stood outside the penthouse door at exactly midnight, the black envelope still clutched in my fist. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. The hallway was silent except for the soft hum of the building’s expensive air conditioning. I had thirty seconds left before I lost my nerve completely.The note inside the envelope had been simple. No name. No explanation. Just an address, a time, and one sentence: Come alone. Wear something you can take off quickly.I had almost thrown it away. Almost. Then I looked at the stack of final notices on my kitchen counter and the text from the hospital about my mother’s next round of treatment that insurance wouldn’t cover. Desperation has a way of making impossible choices feel simple.I knocked.The door opened before my hand dropped. He filled the doorway like he had been waiting right there. Tall. Broad shoulders in a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Dark hair. Eyes the color of expensive whiskey and just
Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet Way 36: Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden Daddy(4)
Craving My Best Friend’s Forbidden DaddyChapter 4The next night the house felt electric with danger. Elena had left for a late movie with some of her other friends, promising she’d crash at someone’s place afterward. I stayed behind under the excuse of helping Mr. Voss with some paperwork for a fake summer internship. The lie tasted sweet on my tongue as I climbed the stairs to his bedroom, my heart hammering and my pussy already slick with anticipation.Damian waited inside, door slightly ajar. The moment I stepped in he grabbed me, kicking the door shut and pinning me against it. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and possessive, tongue fucking my mouth like he owned every inch of me. His hands roamed roughly under my short sundress, finding my bare ass and squeezing hard.“No panties this time,” he growled against my lips. “Good girl. You’re learning.”I moaned into the kiss, grinding against the massive bulge in his pants. He smelled like fresh shower and raw lust. I tugged
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