Mag-log inI shattered again, second orgasm darker, dirtier, walls clenching as I wailed. "Fuuuck... yes... filling me up!" He roared, slamming deep, hot seed erupting in pulses, claiming me inside out.We collapsed, him untying me slow, peeling the blindfold. His eyes softened a fraction, fingers tracing the marks on my wrists. "You okay?"I nodded, body humming, sore in the best ways. "More than okay. That was... insane."But as he dressed, pulling on his jacket, that predatory glint returned. "This town's got secrets. And I think you've got more to spill." He leaned in, kissing me possessively. "See you tomorrow, Janet. Don't make me hunt you."The door clicked shut, leaving me sprawled, cum leaking from both holes, mind reeling. Who the fuck was he really? And why did the thought of him coming back terrify and thrill me in equal measure? My hand drifted down, fingers circling my swollen clit, already craving round two...but what if next time he doesn't stop at the door?****************
I stepped out into the humid Texas night, the cafe's neon sign flickering behind me like a dying heartbeat. The air was thick, carrying the scent of fried grease and distant rain, but my skin prickled from more than the breeze. That shadow across the street...tall,broad shouldered, unmoving...had my pulse hammering in my ears. I'd seen my share of creeps in this town, but this guy? He radiated something darker, hungrier, like a predator who'd been stalking his meal all day. Part of me screamed to lock the door and head home, but the bigger part, the one that throbbed between my legs from Rick's rough send-off, whispered to go play.I lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating my face just enough to draw him out. Sure enough, he crossed the street slow, boots scraping the gravel, his silhouette sharpening under the street lamp. Up close, he was a wall of muscle, mid-thirties maybe, with a jaw carved from stone, dark hair tousled like he'd run his hands through it too many times, and eye
~Janet's POV~ I wiped down the counter at the Dusty Rose Bed and Breakfast Cafe, the morning sun slanting through the windows like it was trying to spotlight every speck of dust in this godforsaken Texas town. The place was buzzing already...truckers grabbing coffee, locals nursing hangovers with black brew, and a few out-of-towners looking lost. I'm Janet, thirty-five and owning it, with curves that turn heads and a smile that seals deals. They call me the town's cheap slut behind my back, the community cum dump to anyone who's had a taste. Hell, I wear it like a badge. Why fight it when it pays the bills and scratches that itch deep in my gut? I've been at this game for years, ever since my ex skipped town and left me with nothing but bills and a hunger for something real...raw, sweaty, no-strings fun.The cafe's my playground. During shifts, I flirt just enough to hook 'em, then whisper about extra service for a tip. Bathroom stalls for quickies, the back alley for riskier shit,
I woke up tangled in sheets that smelled like sex and salty air, Jax's arm draped heavy across my waist, Amber's leg hooked over mine. Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden stripes over our naked bodies. My pussy ached in the best way, a dull throb reminding me of how Jax had stretched me wide, how Elena's tongue had unraveled me. I shifted, feeling sticky remnants of cum dried on my thighs, and a flush crept up my neck. What the hell had I done? But damn, it felt good, not just the orgasms, but the way they'd made me feel wanted, devoured, like I wasn't broken after all.Jax stirred first, his blue eyes cracking open, a lazy grin spreading as he pulled me closer. 'Morning, gorgeous,' he murmured, his morning erection pressing against my ass. Amber yawned, stretching like a cat, her tits jiggling as she propped up on an elbow. 'Sleep okay? You were out cold after that last round.' Her voice was husky from all the moaning, and she leaned in to kis
~Latoya's POV~ I stared out the window of the cab as it zipped along the Miami coastline, the neon lights blurring into streaks of pink and blue against the darkening sky. It had been two weeks since I dumped Marcus, or maybe he dumped me, doesn't matter anymore. The asshole had been cheating for months, and I was done pretending like it didn't gut me. So here I was, solo trip to a swanky resort in South Beach, figuring some sun, sand, and maybe a few anonymous hookups would stitch me back together. At 28, with my curves finally filling out in all the right places...full hips, D-cup tits that turned heads, and an ass that jiggled just enough to make men stare, I knew I could turn heads if I wanted to. Tonight, though? I just wanted to forget.The resort was everything I'd imagined...palm trees swaying in the breeze, infinity pools glowing under string lights, and the kind of lobby that screamed money. I checked in, dumped my bags in the room, and slipped into a slinky black dress th
My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at the text, the screen glowing like a damn warning light. Mom and Dad back in an hour? Shit, that was barely enough time to air out the sex stench clinging to everything. Jake stirred beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, cock still half-hard against my thigh. I nudged him, whispering urgently, 'Wake up. My parents...they're coming home early.'His eyes snapped open, that lazy post-fuck haze clearing fast. 'What? How much time?''An hour, tops.' I sat up, sheets tangling around my legs, cum still sticky between my thighs. The room reeked of us...sweat, jizz, my arousal. No way they'd miss it if they poked around.Jake bolted upright, scanning for his clothes. 'Fuck. Okay, I'll grab my shit and...''No, wait.' Panic twisted with that stupid, reckless heat still simmering in my veins. Hiding him in the closet? Too obvious. The basement? Nah, too close to the front door. Then it hit me...the old shed out back. Dad used it for his too







