LOGINThe days after that night in the garage blurred into a haze of regret and reckless replay. I woke up the next morning in my apartment across town, sheets tangled around my legs, the ache between my thighs a vivid reminder. Adrian's cum had dried sticky on my skin, and I showered it away, but the memory clung...his confused eyes widening in recognition, the way he'd whispered my name like a curse. No texts came. No calls. Glenda posted a bubbly Instagram story about the block party, tagging me with heart emojis, oblivious as ever. I liked it, heart pounding, and went about my week painting in my studio, strokes furious and abstract, channeling the chaos.But the silence from him? It gnawed at me. I'd see them at the grocery store mid-week...me grabbing wine, them in the produce aisle, Glenda laughing at something he said. Our eyes met over the apples, and he looked away fast, jaw clenching, pushing the cart harder. I felt a thrill, dark and unapologetic. You remember’, I thought, s
~Sloane's POV~ I’ve always known it was wrong. From the first time I laid eyes on Adrian, Glenda’s husband, there was this pull, this magnetic force that I couldn’t shake. My sister had snagged him right out of grad school...tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy smile and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was the kind of guy who commanded a room without trying, his laugh deep and infectious, his hands strong from years of tinkering with cars in the garage. Glenda gushed about him endlessly...how he made her feel safe, how he was her rock. And me? I was the wild one, the younger sister by three years, always chasing thrills, never settling. Sloane, the artist with tattoos snaking up her arms and a reputation for breaking hearts. But Adrian...fuck, he broke something in me the moment I saw him slip that ring on her finger at their wedding five years ago.It started innocently enough. Family dinners, holidays, the occasional barbecue in their suburban
They started tame...hips swaying, shirts unbuttoning one by one to reveal sculpted abs, pecs dusted with just the right amount of hair. Rico peeled his off first, tossing it at Lena, who caught it with a whoop and pressed it to her face like a trophy.The energy shifted as they got closer. Tyler grabbed the baton, twirling it before sliding it teasingly along Jess's arm. 'You under arrest, miss?' he murmured, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered, biting her lip. Marcus cuffed Mel's wrists loosely...fuzzy pink, more toy than tool, and pulled her up for a grind, his hands firm on her hips. I watched, heat pooling low in my belly, the alcohol blurring edges. Jake knelt before me, his fingers tracing my knee, inching up my thigh. 'Bride-to-be, huh? Bet you're the ringleader of this crime spree.' His touch was electric, sending sparks straight to my core.They stripped down methodically, shirts gone, pants unzipped to reveal thongs that strained against massive cocks...thick, veined
~Tasha's POV~I stepped off the plane in Las Vegas, the dry heat hitting me like a slap from an old lover...familiar but intense. My best friends, Mel, Jess, and Lena, were already buzzing with energy, their laughter echoing through the terminal as we grabbed our bags. It was my bachelorette weekend, the last hurrah before I tied the knot with Mark in three months. At 28, I felt like I was on the edge of something huge, but tonight? Tonight was about letting loose, about being the wild Tasha everyone knew in college, not the responsible fiancée planning centerpieces.We piled into a stretch limo outside McCarran Airport, the driver popping open a bottle of champagne before we'd even buckled up. 'To Tasha, the bride-to-be who's about to get arrested for being too damn hot!' Mel shouted, her dark curls bouncing as she thrust a glass into my hand. Mel was the ringleader, always pushing boundaries with her sharp wit and killer curves. Jess, the quiet one with the innocent face that hid
She hummed in response, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls, then popped off with a wet smack, slapping my cock against her extended tongue. 'Wanna taste every drop, but fuck my face first...use me.'I didn't need telling twice. Gripping her head, I pistoned forward, the sloppy glides echoing...drool flying, her tits bouncing with the force. She fingered herself in time, moans vibrating around me, pushing me closer to the edge.'Can't hold it...' I pulled out, a string of saliva bridging us, and she scrambled up, bending over the arm of the couch, ass presented like a gift...cheeks spread, both holes winking invitingly, her pussy still dripping from her orgasm.'Beg for it,' I demanded, rubbing my slick tip along her slit.'Please, Jaden! Shove that big dick in me, fuck this needy cunt raw!' Her voice was wrecked, desperate. I slammed home, burying to the hilt in one brutal thrust. 'Nngh! So full...you're splitting me open!' The couch groaned under us as I set a punishing
I pressed myself deeper into the shadows of Elena's walk-in closet, the air wafted with the scent of her lavender laundry detergent and the musky aftermath of what we'd just done. My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to break free, every beat echoing in my ears. Cum still dripped from her, a sticky reminder trailing down her inner thigh as she fumbled for her robe, her full breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. The thin fabric clung to her sweat-slicked skin when she finally wrapped it around herself, but not before I caught another glimpse of those dark, hardened nipples that I'd been sucking on five minutes ago.'Aiden?' she called out, her voice steady but laced with that undercurrent of panic only I could detect. Down the hall, his footsteps grew louder, the thud of his sneakers on the hardwood floor like distant thunder. 'Mom? You up here? The gym was packed...had to wait forever for the ellipticals.'She shot me a quick, wide-eyed glance through the s







