LOGINProfessor Crowe leaned back in the chair across from me, legs spread, one hand lazily stroking the thick outline of his cock through his trousers. His steel-gray eyes never left my body as I sat there on the edge of his desk, blouse open, bra discarded, small breasts exposed and nipples painfully hard under his gaze. “Play with them,” he ordered quietly. “Pinch your nipples. Show me how a desperate little whore entertains her Professor.” My hands trembled as I obeyed. I cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make myself gasp. Shame burned through me, but so did a dark, traitorous heat between my legs. I was still soaked from touching myself earlier, my pussy aching and empty. Crowe watched with cold hunger, his hand moving slowly over his bulge. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “Look at you. Top student in my class, always so quiet and proper. And here you are, spreading your legs in my office,
I was so fucking close I could taste it. Professor Crowe’s office smelled like old books, dark wood, and that expensive cologne he always wore — something sharp and masculine that made my stomach tighten every time I walked past him in lecture. I shouldn’t have been here. I should have dropped the assignment in his mailbox like a normal student. But the building was quiet after hours, the door to his office had been left unlocked, and the ache between my legs had been unbearable all day. So I’d locked the door behind me, dimmed the lights, and sat in his big leather chair like I belonged there. My skirt was shoved up around my waist, panties pushed to the side, two fingers buried knuckle-deep in my soaked pussy. I pumped them fast, the wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet room as I rubbed tight, frantic circles on my swollen clit with my thumb. “Fuck… yes…” I whispered, head falling back against the he
My body was still trembling, every nerve on fire from everything they’d already done to me. Cum from both Rhys and Rylan leaked steadily from my swollen pussy, warm and sticky, sliding down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. I could barely catch my breath, my small breasts heaving, nipples raw from their mouths and fingers. My mind was a haze of shame, lust, and that terrifying thrill I couldn’t deny. Rhys stood at the foot of the bed, slowly stroking his thick cock back to full hardness, those storm-gray eyes devouring the mess they’d made between my legs. Rylan lounged beside me, his fingers lazily circling one of my aching nipples, that reckless smirk I both hated and craved playing on his lips. “Round two,” Rylan said, his voice low and husky. “Time to settle this bet properly, brother. Whoever makes her squirt the hardest and loudest gets to decide how we keep her. Permanent toy. Our shared little slut.” Rhys’s eyes darkened with hunger.
Rhys stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still twitching with the last pulses of his release. His cum was already leaking out around him, warm and messy, dripping down my thighs onto the sheets. I was shaking, barely able to catch my breath, my pussy fluttering around his girth like it didn’t want to let him go. He kissed the back of my neck, slow and possessive, one big hand stroking down my spine. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “You squirted so fucking beautifully for me.” Before I could respond, the door handle rattled again. Rylan stepped inside without knocking, storm-gray eyes immediately locking onto the filthy sight of me bent over the bed with his brother still balls-deep inside me. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. “Starting without me again, brother?” he drawled, closing the door behind him. “That’s not very sporting.” Rhys chuc
I couldn’t breathe. My heart was still racing from the balcony, from Rylan’s filthy smirk while he fingered that girl, from the way both twins had caged me in and whispered their dark bet. Whoever makes you break the hardest… whoever makes you squirt the most… gets to keep you. My panties were soaked. My thighs trembled. I needed relief before I lost my mind. I slipped away from the party like a thief, heart pounding as I pushed open the first unlocked door I found on the second floor. It was a dimly lit guest room — heavy curtains, a massive bed, and blessed silence. I locked the door behind me, leaned back against it, and hiked my short black dress up around my waist. My hand slipped into my panties immediately. I was dripping. Embarrassingly wet. Two fingers slid through my folds and circled my swollen clit as I bit my lip hard. “Fuck…” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut.
The bass from the party downstairs vibrated through the floorboards, but up here on the second-floor balcony, the only sound that mattered was the wet slide of tongues and the soft, needy moan of the girl pressed against the wall. I shouldn’t have been watching. But I couldn’t look away. Rylan Vale had the girl pinned with one hand on her throat, the other shoved up her tiny dress. His mouth devoured hers — deep, filthy kisses that made her whimper and grind against his thigh like she was already close. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he tilted his head, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. The silver rings on his fingers glinted when he slipped them between her legs, stroking her right there in the open. And he was looking straight at me while he did it. Rylan’s storm-gray eyes locked onto mine across the dimly lit balcony, a dark,







