INICIAR SESIÓNKiara’s eyes fluttered open to the steady sound of running water and an unfamiliar space.
She blinked slowly, her head feeling a little heavy as she pushed herself up to sit against the headboard. The sheet slipped down her body, letting cool air hit her bare skin.She looked down at herself. Faint red marks scattered across her chest and the top of her breasts. Lower down, on the inside of her thighs, she could see the faint shape of fingerprints.She shifted sliThe kiss wasn't soft, it was rough, hungry and full of held back tension. Rhys pushed his tongue into Sienna's mouth, his hand tightening in her hair, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.Sienna moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him back just as desperately. She could feel how hard he was beneath her, and she kept grinding down on him, soaking the front of his trousers.Rhys broke the kiss abruptly and in one swift motion, he turned and dropped her onto the large couch. Before she could even settle, he was on her.He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. His other hand slid between her legs, and a soft groan escaped him as he felt her wetness.“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.He released her wrists only to quickly undo his belt and free his cock. He didn’t bother taking off his clothes. He simply pushed her thighs apart and lined himself up.Sienna looked up at him, chest rising and falling fast. Rhys met her eyes, his v
Sienna swallowed, pussy throbbing as she hooked her fingers into the lace and slid it down her legs and onto the floor.Rhys leaned back. “Fuck yourself,” he said. “One finger. Slowly.”Sienna’s hand moved on its own. She slid one finger between her folds and pushed it inside herself with a soft, wet sound. A shaky breath escaped her as her walls clenched instantly. She thrusted in and out at a torturously slow pace, just like he'd instructed, her other hand gripping the edge of the table.Rhys straightened up again, his eyes locked between her legs, watching her fingers disappear inside herself over and over.“Good girl,” he murmured. “Add another inside. But keep rubbing your clit.”Sienna pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, her head falling back slightly as she started fucking herself slowly while her other hand worked her clit. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back for a second before she forced them open again.Rhys’s jaw tightened. He c
Xavier and Cassian both leaned forward, suddenly interested. The two women beside them also watched with curious, slightly amused expressions.The round began.Sienna played carefully at first, countering every move, but the alcohol swimming in her system, made her less focused than usual. Rhys sat beside her, completely calm, one arm resting on the back of her chair. Every few seconds, she could feel his eyes on her.Cassian won the first round and Xavier immediately reached for another shot at the loss.The blondie finally came off his laps, settling beside him woman as she rubbed his chest.Sienna’s second round was worse. She tried to recover on the third, but Rhys’s presence beside her was suffocating. The heat of his body, the way his fingers occasionally brushed against her bare thigh under the table like he was reminding her what was at stake.She lost the round.Cassian let out a low laugh an
Roars of high-powered engines ripped through the air as Formula 1 cars blazed around the iconic tracks of Circuit de Monaco, the energy electric.Sienna stood close to the barrier in a fitted white team shirt with "Rivera 23" printed boldly across the back. The shirt was knotted at her waist, showing just a sliver of toned midriff, paired with a short black skirt that displayed her endless legs and danced each time a car sped by.Her ponytail swayed as she cheered, clapping and shouting whenever Mateo Rivera's car shot past, but her eyes kept scanning the paddock for him.Rhys stood in the VIP section, dressed in a black polo shirt and sunglasses, looking completely at ease watching the track. Sienna's eyes landed on him and as if he felt her gaze, his eyes found hers almost immediately, locking on her for a brief second before she looked away.After several laps, Mateo finally pulled into the pits and climbed out of the car, removing his helmet.He headed straight to Sienna with a
Sienna quickly typed back with one hand while still holding her glass. "Still networking. Strictly business so far. No women around him." She replied.She slipped the phone away and continued standing there like the perfect, seductive companion — listening, smiling, and making sure Rhys had plenty to look at.Later that night, after the gala had begun to wind down, Sienna returned to her Hôtel. Before going up to her suite, she quietly took the elevator down one floor and walked slowly down the hallway until she found Room 812 — Rhys’s room.She stood in front of the door for a moment, memorizing the location, when she suddenly heard it.Loud, filthy moaning coming from a room just two doors down.“Oh fuck… yes, right there!” a woman cried out, voice breaking. “Harder— don’t stop, please don’t stop!”The sharp sound of skin slapping skin filled the hallway, mixed with the man’s deep, guttural groans.Sienna’s core throbbed instantly, heat flooding her body as she listened to the raw,
"Fuck, yes… just like that,”Rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the dimly lit private lounge on the top floor of the Peninsula Hotel, the air thick with expensive cologne and sex.Graham Pierce, 53, worth nearly two billionaire dollars had his mistress bent over a grand piano, her dress shoved up to her waist as Graham thrust into her from behind with heavy, possessive strokes. One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust.“Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes.Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second.Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.Each moan, each slap,
Lila was lounging on her bed, still wrapped in her robe, when her phone buzzed with a video call from Sophie. Her face lit up as she picked up the phone."Girl!” Sophie squealed, eyes wide. “You're glowing! Look at you! That massage was such a good idea, wasn’t it? Tell me you got the release of yo
Kai gave a single, curt nod and gestured silently to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”She walked over on still-shaky legs and sat down, heart hammering in her chest. The silence felt thick and heavy between them. Lila spoke first, voice still a little hoarse. “So… do you give this kind of se
Kai gently opened her legs wider, eyes scanning her flushed soaked pussy. He picked up a small ice cube from the side bowl. Lila's breath hitched as the freezing cube touched her belly button and trailed down to her soaked, arching core.He rubbed it slowly over her clit and slick folds, tracing e
Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible.Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction.__________________________







