LOGIN'Ahh, yes, stretch this cunt wide.' He filled me perfectly, the angle allowing him to bottom out as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We moved together, me rocking forward, him thrusting up, the sink groaning under the force. His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth nipping the pulse point while his hand gripped my throat lightly, thumb pressing just so. 'Ride me, you needy cock tease. Milk this dick like you own it.' I did, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, breasts bouncing free as I ripped my bra away. 'Fuck, your tits are begging for my mouth,' he grunted, leaning in to capture a nipple, biting down until I yelped in pain.'Harder, bite me like you can't get enough of it,' I demanded, my nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines. The mirror behind us fogged with our breaths, my reflection a wild mess, hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes glazed. Each thrust sent jolts through me, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting that ridge that
His words hung in the air like a promise, thick with that raw edge that made my core tighten around him. 'Yes, cum inside me.' I started, but the sentence shattered as he thrust up hard, his cock slamming deep, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur white. I rocked my hips faster, grinding down to take every inch, my nails digging into his chest as the pressure built to a fever pitch. 'Fuck, Alfredo, fill this pussy up! Pump me full of your hot load!' I demanded, my voice a husky rasp, laced with the kind of desperation that only comes from being denied for too long.He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through his body and into mine, his hands clamping down on my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bucked wildly beneath me. 'Take it, you filthy executive whore. Gonna breed that tight hole until it overflows.' His hips snapped up one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt it, the pulse of his release, hot spurts jetting against my walls, coating me
~Maliya's POV~ The clock on my desk ticked past midnight, but the weight of two years without him felt heavier than any deadline I'd ever crushed. My late husband, Amante, had been my everything... until a drunk driver stole him away on a rainy highway. Since then, I'd buried myself in this glass tower of a company, turning grief into empire-building. Tonight, though, on his death anniversary, the office felt like a tomb. Empty floors below, just the hum of the AC and my ragged breaths as I stared at spreadsheets that blurred through unshed tears. I shifted in my leather chair, the silk of my pencil skirt riding up my thighs. God, I was aching. Not just for him... but for release. Two years of celibacy had turned my body into a live wire, sparking at the slightest touch. My fingers trembled as I hiked the fabric higher, exposing the lace of my thong. It was soaked already, clinging to my swollen folds. I glanced at the door... locked, or so I thought, and let my hand slid low betwe
Nadine groaned low in her throat, a guttural 'Fuck, yeah,' that vibrated through her body and straight into mine. Her hand tangled in my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding, asserting that dominant edge that had me dripping onto the floor between my knees. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking her deeper inch by inch until the veined shaft stretched my mouth wide, bumping the back of my throat. Gagging a little, I pulled back, strings of saliva connecting us, then dove in again, bobbing my head with sloppy, eager rhythm.'Goddamn, Larissa, you're a natural cocksucker,' Nadine rasped, her hips twitching forward, fucking my face in shallow thrusts. 'Look at you, on your knees like a desperate whore, slurping on my dick after I just waxed that pretty cunt. Bet you've been fantasizing about this all day, huh?' Her words were filthy, cutting through the wet sounds of my mouth working her, slurps and gags filling the room like some underground porn soundtrack. I moaned around her l
~Larissa's POV~ I never thought a simple waxing appointment could turn my Friday afternoon into a pulse-pounding fever dream, but here I was, sprawled on this padded table in nothing but a thin robe, my skin already tingling from the anticipation. The urban hum of the city filtered through the salon's frosted windows... honking taxis, distant chatter from the bustling street below, but inside this cozy, dimly lit room, it was just me and the sharp scent of warm wax mixed with lavender oil. I'd been coming to this spa for months, craving that smooth, bare feeling down there, the kind that made me feel sexy and exposed all at once. But today, something felt off. My regular waxer, Maria, was nowhere in sight, and as I waited, legs slightly parted under the robe, a unfamiliar heat started building between my thighs. Was it nerves? Or just the way the air conditioner whispered over my skin, making my nipples harden against the fabric?The door clicked open, and in walked this stunning w
'Look at her take it,' someone laughed. Hands everywhere now... groping, pinching. The third exec knelt, tongue lapping at my clit while Harlan prepped me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, vibrations making the blond groan. 'Fuck, her throat's magic.'Gabriel finally moved, circling to my side. He leaned down, nipping my earlobe, voice a hot whisper. 'Good girl. But remember who owns this pussy.' His fingers joined Harlan's, four now pumping inside me, scissoring, making obscene wet sounds. I bucked, tears streaming from the deepthroat, but the fullness was intoxicating.Harlan pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock... thick, uncut, veined like a beast. He rammed in, no mercy, bottoming out with a grunt. 'Mmm... Tight as fuck. Fernandez, you been keeping this all to yourself?''She's mine,' Gabriel snarled, but he didn't stop the blond from face-fucking me harder. Harlan pounded away, hips slamming, balls slapping my thighs. 'Take it, you corporate cum-dump. Sea
The days blurred into a haze of secret touches and stolen glances since that moonlit night in the forest. The mate bond thrummed between us like a living pulse, binding me to Thorne, Kasai, and Riven in ways that defied the pack's rigid codes. I felt it in every fiber, their scents lingering on my
~Halle's POV~ I adjusted the stack of notes on my desk, the soft hum of the city traffic filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my downtown office. It was one of those crisp autumn afternoons in Chicago, where the skyline pierced the gray sky like jagged teeth, and the wind whispered pr
~Darius POV~The city pulsed around me like a living thing, all concrete veins and neon blood, but inside my apartment on the fifteenth floor of a crumbling high-rise in downtown Chicago, I was king of my own shadowed empire. Darius Kane, thirty-four, software engineer by day, architect of forbidd
~Nuella's POV~ The doorbell rang at exactly seven sharp, and my heart did a little flip in my chest. I smoothed down the front of my dress one last time, the deep red satin hugging my curves like it was made for me. It was a strapless number that dipped low in the back, showing just enough skin t







