LOGINVictorâs POVâYes.â He replied almost immediately that it hurt.Toby walked toward the door, his hand closing around the handle. âYou should have thought about that before coming here. You had years to decide where you wanted to belong, and you made it clear that it wasn't with me.ââI won't leave.âHe turned back, his brows drawing together. âYou don't get to refuse. This isn't about what you want.ââI know, but I'm not leaving this time.âHis expression changed slightly.âI signed the divorce papers six months ago,â I continued, forcing myself to meet his eyes. âI'm done pretending to be someone I'm not, and I'm done allowing my family to decide what my life should look like. I came here because this is the only place where I remember being completely honest with myself.âToby stared at me for several seconds,seconds and then he shook his head. âYou say that now because you've finally lost the life you chose over me.ââI know how that sounds.ââDo you?â His voice cracked slightly be
Victorâs POVIt had been six months since I signed the divorce papers. Six months since my ex-wife and I finally stopped pretending we loved each other, six months since I walked away from the life my grandfather had carefully chosen for me. I should have felt free by now. Instead, freedom had left me with a strange emptiness I hadn't known how to fill.I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere far enough from the family, the questions, and the constant reminder of everything I had done wrong. So, for the first time in years, I drove to the one place I had spent years avoiding: The Bramble Ridge.I left my house in the early evening, when the sky had already turned the color of old pewter. By the time I reached the property, the sun was sinking behind the trees, spreading a heavy orange glow across the field. I parked near the house and shut off the engine, but I remained behind the wheel for a moment, staring through the windshield.The Bramble Ridge still stood exactly where I remembered
Lorenâs POV. âDo you love me?â I kept my eyes on him, moving backward across the king-sized bed until my back met the tall bed frame. He stood naked at the end of the bed, sweat, rain, and precum all stained his smooth caramel skin. His cock cap remained thick and hard, pink and shiny.He climbed onto the mattress after me. âI wouldnât be here eating your pussy like itâs the best thing Iâve ever tasted if I didnât.â âThen show me.â I opened my thighs a little wider. âFuck me like Iâm the only one that exists.â His hands closed under my thighs and dragged me down in one smooth pull until my hips met his. He looked over my body slowly, stopping at my breasts, then lower. âYou want me rough or slow?â he asked. The question caught me off guard. For once I had no quick answer. âSlow, then,â he decided.He bent down, turned my chin to the side, and put his mouth on my neck. He sucked hard over the sensitive visible vein. A hot streak of precum moved straight down between my leg
Shannon's POVâOnlyâŠyou." I tried to answer her while eating her cunt, but the words came out muffled and slurry.She pressed my face harder, smearing herself across my mouth and chin. I kept licking, fingering her, my free hand cupping one breast, pinching the nipple in between fingers, and sliding back down to grip her thigh. I moved left and right, up and down, on her pussy, shaking my head vigorously to flick her folds until she whimpered and gripped more of my hair.The speed of the vibrator on my cock didn't stop either, and the massager inside me rammed the exact angle that made his thighs shake every passing second. My eyes watered and rolled back, but I licked deeper, fucking my tongue into her the way she liked, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking, making sure I made a popping sound every time.âNnnng⊠Who do you love?â She asked another question.âYouââ I gasped against her when she let me breathe for a brief second. âI love you so fucking much, Loren.â*She's so
Shannon's POVA heavy frame was bolted to the wall; a leather swing was still folded; rows of canes and paddles were hanging in precise order on the black hanger; a steel spreader bar, a vacuum pump, a thick ring gag still in its case, a hood, and a full set of postural bondage cuffs that could lock someone into a shape and keep them there for hours; different shapes and colors of dildos; and different vibrators and suckers of tongue-shaped and lip-shaped.The toys in that corner made the inflatable sofa look like a warm-up. It waited like a promise and a threat at the same time.But she did not take me there.Instead, she stopped in the middle of the room, still holding the thin chain that linked the clamps on my nipples, and looked at me the way she used to look at men who had a long night left in them.âOn your knees.â She commanded.The prostate massager shifted inside me as my two knees touched the cold floor; a wet, helpless sound left my throat. The sleeve was still locked aro
Shannonâs POVShe dragged another chair across the floor, the four wooden legs scraping softly, and then she sat. One leg crossed over the other with the remote resting loosely in her fingers. I remain open and getting my g-spot fucked right in front of her. Sweat already ran down my temples and into my hairline; my chest rose and fell too fast. Every few seconds the massager inside me changed rhythm, the slow deep pulses pressing hard against the spot that made my toes curl, then sudden sharp bursts that forced broken sounds out of my throat. My cock kept swelling inside the tight sleeve, the ring at the base keeping every drop of cum trapped. It twitched and leaked in thin, clear strings that stretched down, staining my thighs and leather sofa. I tried to breathe through the hot pleasure; I tried to ride each wave, but her eagle eye caught everything. She simply watched and adjusted the dial whenever my body started to adapt. âMnng⊠mnmâŠâ The sounds slipped out no matter how







