Masuk~Octavia's POV~ The clock on the wall ticked past 2 a.m., its relentless rhythm mocking me as I fumbled with the back door key, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. I'd done it again... slipped out for that underground party in the warehouse district, bodies grinding under strobe lights, the air thick with sweat and cheap booze. But tonight felt different. The house was too quiet, too still, and as the door creaked open, a shadow detached from the darkness of the living room. My stepdad... Jeremy, stood there like a goddamn predator, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, eyes gleaming in the faint glow from the city lights filtering through the blinds.'Going somewhere, princess?' His voice was low, a velvet growl that sent a shiver straight down my spine. Not fear, exactly, something hotter, more dangerous. Jeremy wasn't like the other dads, with their awkward lectures and empty threats. He was a CEO, the kind who crushed boardrooms and bent people to his wi
My heart hammers in my chest as that knock echoes again, sharper this time, like a goddamn guillotine dropping. Ronan's cock is still lodged deep inside me, throbbing against my spasming walls, and I can feel every twitch, every pulse, as we both hold our breath. His hand stays clamped over my mouth, eyes locked on mine... wild, feral, a mix of panic and that unquenched fire. 'Just a second, Dean,' he calls out, voice steady but edged with strain, like he's forcing it through gritted teeth.He pulls out slow, the slick drag making me bite back a whimper, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching from the sudden emptiness. Cum and my juices trickle down my thigh as he yanks my skirt down, buttons my blouse haphazardly... two buttons off, but it'll have to do. I hop off the desk, legs wobbly, and he shoves me toward the floor behind it, his desk a massive oak shield with a deep well underneath, just enough space for me to crouch. 'Under here... and stay quiet,' he hisses, eyes flashin
~Nyra's POV~ I have a crush on my professor... but I'm not talking about a puppy love type of crush. Instead, it's the kind where I ache to fuck him so bad until I can't feel my legs anymore, my pussy throbbing just from the sight of him striding into the lecture hall. Dr. Ronan Hale, is the new adjunct in the literature department... tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline shadowed by a day's stubble and piercing grey eyes that seem to strip you bare without even trying. He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops.From day one, I decided to make him notice. I'm Nyra Voss, a senior with a reputation for being the campus tease, the girl who wears skirts that barely cover her ass and tops that dip low enough to show the lace of her bra. But for Ronan? I upped the ante. No panties, ever, when I'm in his class. I cl
'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
~Meadow's POV~"Fuck....Meadow, isn't this what you wanted?" Demitri groaned, his voice thick and commanding. "Now eat me like I'm your fucking messiah on earth."The hearty cheers and praises of the congregation reverberated upstairs, the sound of my father....Reverend Isaac, delivering his mornin
She didn't hear me. She was muttering something in Spanish, frustrated, pulling harder on the wet laundry.I took a step. The ache in my trousers was now a sharp knife edge...unforgiving. I needed to be inside her. I didn’t care about the consequences, the job, Catherine, or God. Right now, there
Her scream was muffled against my shoulder, a high pitched, desperate sound that was instantly followed by a deep, resonant "Ooooh, FFF-fuck me!" as the initial shock gave way to the deep, satisfying stretch.I didn't wait. The pill had stolen my patience. I grabbed her hips, crushing her against
The morning after our blood soaked night hits like a hangover from hell, but instead of the usual quiet recovery in the penthouse, chaos erupts. I'm still sore...every muscle screaming from the fisting, the whipping, the way Theon's cock stretched me raw, but duty calls louder than pain. I slip in







