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View MoreLia adjusted her thick black-rimmed glasses as she hurried down the nearly empty hallway of Westridge University. At twenty-one, she was still the classic nerd. Her pleated skirt brushed against her thighs, modest and knee-length, while her crisp white blouse was buttoned all the way up. She clutched her books to her chest like a shield.
She had always been invisible to him. Ethan Kane, the hockey captain. He's Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that always looked like heād just come off the ice, piercing green eyes, and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts and soaked panties behind him. Lia had crushed on him since freshman orientation. Sheād watched him from afar during games, imagining those strong hands on her body, that cocky smirk directed at her. And in her darkest, most private fantasies, she imagined him fucking her senseless until her legs gave out. Her bladder protested, forcing her toward the secluded restroom at the end of the old arts wing. Most students avoided it because it was outdated and far from the main buildings. She pushed the door open, the hinges creaking softly and froze. Ethan Kane stood at the far end near the sinks, back partially turned, hockey jersey tossed over his shoulder. His gym shorts were shoved down to mid-thigh. One large hand was wrapped around a thick, veiny cock as he stroked himself with slow, powerful motions. His other hand braced against the wall, muscles flexing. Liaās heart slammed against her ribs. She should leave but her feet wouldnāt move.A tiny whimper escaped her throat. Ethanās head snapped around. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face then it melted into something darker. āWell, well,ā he drawled, voice low and rough. He didnāt stop stroking. If anything, his grip tightened, sliding up and down his shaft with deliberate slowness. āIf it isnāt little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?ā āIāIām sorry,ā she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. āI didnāt mean toāā āBut youāre not leaving.ā He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. āYou like what you see, donāt you?ā Liaās mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real. āI⦠I should go,ā she whispered, but her eyes stayed glued to his cock. Ethan chuckled, deep and sinful. He took one step closer. āYouāve been staring at me for years, Lia. Iāve seen you at the games. Those big doe eyes following me everywhere. You want this, donāt you?ā He gave his cock a slow pump, making it bob heavily. āYou want to stop being the good little virgin and finally get fucked like you deserve.ā Her breath hitched. How did he know she was a virgin? He seemed to read her mind. āYou scream innocent, baby but I bet that tight little pussy is already dripping for me.ā Liaās back hit the door. She hadnāt even realized sheād been backing up. Ethan closed the distance in two strides, towering over her. One hand came up, bracing on the door beside her head, caging her in and the other still lazily stroked his cock, the wet sound obscene in the quiet restroom. āTell me to stop,ā he murmured, lips brushing her ear. āOr admit you want it.ā Lia trembled. Her crush, her fantasy, was right here. āI⦠I want it,ā she breathed. Ethan groaned. āGood girl.ā His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was nothing like the gentle ones in her dreams. It was hungry, demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her as his free hand yanked her skirt up. His rough fingers found her panties already soaked through. āFuck, youāre drenched,ā he growled against her mouth. āAll this time playing innocent and your cunt is begging to be ruined.ā He shoved her panties aside and plunged two thick fingers inside her without warning. Lia cried out, legs buckling. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb found her swollen clit. āOh godāEthanāā āThatās right. Say my name while I finger-fuck this virgin pussy.ā He pumped harder, adding a third finger, stretching her. Liaās books clattered to the floor. Her hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the building pressure. āYouāre gonna cum on my fingers first,ā he ordered. āThen Iām going to bend you over and wreck you.ā Lia shattered. Her first orgasm with someone else ripped through her like lightning. She clamped down on his fingers, gushing around them as she moaned his name loud enough that anyone passing by might hear. Ethan didnāt give her time to recover. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiled wall. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties down her legs. They caught on one ankle as he kicked her feet apart. āLook at this perfect ass,ā he muttered, slapping one cheek hard. āBeen dreaming about it.ā Lia heard the rustle of fabric, then felt the heavy, hot weight of his cock slap against her soaked folds. He rubbed the thick head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. āLast chance, nerd,ā he taunted. āOnce I sink into this tight cunt, youāre mine to use.ā āPlease,ā she begged, pushing back against him. āFuck me, Ethan. Fuck me.ā With a guttural groan, he thrust forward. The first inch stretched her painfully wide. Lia gasped, fingers scrabbling at the tiles. He was so big but he kept pushing, relentless, until his hips met her ass and he was buried to the hilt. āFuuuuck,ā he hissed. āSo goddamn tight.ā He gave her a moment before he started moving. Slow at first, deep drags that made her feel every thick inch. Then faster and harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the restroom as he fucked her against the wall. Liaās glasses fogged. Ethan reached around, roughly kneading her breasts through her blouse before yanking it open. He shoved her bra down and pinched her nipples, twisting them as he pounded into her. āYou like that? Being fucked like a little whore in the school bathroom?ā he growled, biting her neck. āAll those nights touching yourself thinking about me, and now youāre creaming all over my cock.ā āYesāyes, I do,ā she sobbed. Another orgasm was building fast. āHarder, pleaseā¦.ā He obliged. His hips snapped forward brutally. One hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbed tight circles on her clit. The new angle made him hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Lia came again, harder this time. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him as her legs shook violently. Ethan cursed, slamming into her through her orgasm, chasing his own release. āGonna fill this pussy up,ā he grunted. āYou want my cum, donāt you?ā āYes! Please cum inside me!ā With a roar, Ethan buried himself deep and exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, until it was leaking out around his cock and dripping down her thighs. They stayed locked together, panting. Ethanās forehead rested against her shoulder as he softened inside her. Finally, he pulled out. A gush of his cum followed, running obscenely down her legs. He turned her around gently, surprisingly tender after how rough heād been. His thumb brushed her swollen lower lip. āYou okay?ā he asked, voice husky. Lia nodded, dazed and glowing. Her legs felt like jelly exactly like sheād always fantasized. Ethan smirked, already tucking himself away. āGood. Because weāre not done and not even close. Clean up and meet me after practice. Iām going to teach you how to really take a cock. I'm sure you don't want the whole class to know that their quiet pretty nerd is a whore.āBy the third morning the house had settled into a loose rhythm. Guests appeared for breakfast at different times, disappeared onto trails or into the library, and reconvened only when the light began to fade. Dianne woke before Rhys again. This time she did not try to slip away. She watched the slow rise and fall of his chest and let her hand rest lightly over his heart. When his eyes opened he covered her hand with his own.āStill here,ā he said.āStill here.āThey stayed in bed longer than caution suggested. Only when the sound of voices drifted up from the kitchen did Rhys finally rise and dress. He kissed her once at the door and left.Downstairs, Lena was already at the table, black coffee in hand, watching the doorway as if she had been waiting. Tomas sat beside her, peeling an orange with methodical care. Julian had claimed his usual corner with a book. Claire was absent.Lenaās gaze flicked from Dianne to the stairs and back. āSleep well?āāWell enough,ā Dianne answered, pour
Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains and settled across the bed in a narrow gold band. Dianne woke first. For a few seconds she did not remember where she was. Then the weight of an arm across her waist and the steady warmth of another body against her back brought everything back in a rushā¦the porch, the locked door, the way Rhys had looked at her when he pushed inside, the sound of her own voice saying his name.She lay still, listening to his breathing. It was deep and even. Careful not to wake him, she shifted just enough to look at his face. In sleep the controlled lines of his expression had softened. She studied the faint silver at his temples, the small scar near his left eyebrow she had not noticed the night before. Her body ached in places that felt earned rather than sore. She smiled against the pillow.Rhys stirred. His arm tightened briefly, then his eyes opened. For a moment he simply looked at her, as if confirming she was still there.āMorning,ā he
Dianne had spent most of her adult life choosing control. At thirty-two she ran the risk division of a Chicago investment firm, arrived early, left late, and kept her personal life deliberately empty. No partner, no pets, no standing plans that could not be canceled. The invitation arrived on a Thursday in a plain cream envelope with no return address.*You have been selected for a private retreat. One week. All expenses covered. Discretion absolute. Reply within forty-eight hours if interested.*She almost discarded it. Instead she called. A calm female voice confirmed the details: six guests, an isolated estate in northern Michigan, no phones after arrival, no forced itinerary. Only the agreement to stay the full seven days. Dianne said yes on Friday evening.Saturday morning a black sedan collected her at six. The driver took her phone at the gate and sealed it in an envelope. The estate appeared after a long gravel drivestone and timber, wide porches, a private lake. A woman n
Claire rang the doorbell at 5:41.Adrian opened it in the same charcoal trousers from the office, white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled. His eyes dropped to the folder in her hand, then back to her face. No greeting. He stepped aside.The house was larger than the apartment she rememberedā¦open living room, high ceilings, soft light. Toys were scattered across the rug near the couch: a blue truck, wooden blocks, a small plastic dinosaur. Noah sat in the middle of them, cross-legged, making the truck roll over the blocks with quiet concentration. He looked up when Claire stepped inside.āMommy.āāHey, baby. Auntie dropped you off?āāShe said you were coming here. Iām playing.āAdrianās gaze moved from Noah to Claire and stayed there a second too long. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. Then he looked away.āPapers,ā he said.Claire handed him the folder. Their fingers brushed. Heat jumped under her skin like no time had passed. Adrian set the folder on the cons






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