LOGINI dragged her toward the master bedroom. “Mitch, please—!” She stumbled behind me, trying to pull away, but I was stronger. I pushed the door open, shoved her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her before she could scramble away. My hands went straight to her pants. The fabric tore with a loud rip as I yanked it down her thighs. She struggled beneath me, legs kicking. “Mitch, please! Wait!” I forced her thighs apart roughly. My eyes dropped between her legs. She looked wet. The sight sent a rush of anger and something darker through my chest. I haven’t seen her this exposed in almost three years. She still looked tight. I pushed one finger inside her without warning. “What… what are you doing?!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Checking my wife’s slut hole to see if you cheated on me,” I growled. “You belong to me, Lena. Stop fighting.” “Slut?” Her eyes widened. “How dare you call me that?!” Then she kicked hard. Her foot connected with my cheek, snappin
MITCH'S POVI got home earlier than usual and knocked on the door.No answer.That was very unusual. Lena always answered the door whenever I didn’t come home the previous night, almost as if she had been waiting for me.I knocked again. Still nothing.This time, I pressed the doorbell.A few seconds later, Bella opened the door, yawning loudly. Her hair was completely disheveled, like she had just rolled out of bed.“That was sooo rude, ringing the bell like a complete psycho,” she grumbled.“Why didn’t you answer the door earlier?” I asked.She rolled her eyes. “Because I sleep naked, okay? I’m a grown woman. I had to cover up before coming to meet you — even though you’re my uncle. Besides, you came back early,” she said, scratching her head lazily.I stepped inside without replying and called out, “Lena?”Silence.A tight knot settled in my chest. I dropped my bag and walked straight to the guest room. Empty.I turned back to Bella. “Has Lena gone to work?”Bella shook her head. “
"Hello, I am Coco, Young... Tarzan’s female roommate," she said, giggling in an attempt to sound more feminine. Her deep voice strained badly. *Is this some kind of joke? What woman introduces herself as “a female”?* I glanced back at Tarzan, but his expression remained blank. "Coco is transgender," he said simply. "Oh... I see," I said, nodding slowly. *She goes to work at the hospital looking like that?* Still, I couldn’t judge. "Nice to meet you, Coco. I’m Lena." I extended my hand. She reached for it, but Tarzan slapped her hand away. "Ouch, meanie!" she said, flipping her hair. Her wig shifted awkwardly, the bangs sitting at a strange angle. I couldn’t help pointing it out. "Your hair... is... emmm... angled wrongly." I knew it was a wig. I was trying to be respectful. She chuckled nervously. "Oh... emmm... hair, you know..." Her voice suddenly sounded deeper. She kept adjusting the wig over and over, as if she had never worn one before. I stood there awkwardly, my
Suddenly, a knock came on the bathroom door, and my heart skipped a beat. "Lena? What's wrong?" he asked softly. I shut my eyes tightly. Oh Lord please, not now. "Lena... please, we can talk this out. I'm worried. What are you scared of?" I stood there stupidly, feeling like an idiot. It wasn't his fault—it was my dream. Bolting out of the room as though he was trying to rape me wasn’t right. Besides, I was supposed to be the first to wake up and check on him since he was very weak last night. "Lena?!" "I just... I needed to use the bathroom. That’s all," I replied. He was quiet as if he didn't really believe me. "Oh... alright," he replied finally. I heard his footsteps retreating. Oh my goodness... what just happened in my dream?* I cheated on Mitch? Even though I knew it was just a dream, I still felt sick with guilt. How could I have done that? I shut my eyes and cursed inwardly. Why did I let it happen? The last time I slept here, I had a si
“Fuckkkk,” Tarzan suddenly cursed, snatching my hand away from his throbbing cock. “Lena… if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” he rasped, voice rough and desperate. “I don’t want this to be over yet… please.” The polite plea in his strained voice made my heart ache with unexpected tenderness. I turned in his arms and lay on my back. Tarzan moved over me instantly, caging me with his strong arms. We stared at each other intensely, the air between us thick with desire. His huge erection pressed firmly against my lower belly, hot and pulsing. The thick head left a damp spot on his shorts as he rocked gently against me. He stared down at me with dark, burning eyes filled with so much raw hunger that I suddenly felt shy. I looked away, covering half my face with my hand. Tarzan didn’t allow me to hide for long. He tugged the T-shirt upward with one hand, exposing my stomach, then higher until my breasts were fully bare and aching for his touch. He bunched the fabric just below
LENA'S POVA slow, languid heat pulled me from sleep. Not from the morning sun, but from his touch.A large, warm hand slid slowly under the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing, exploring slowly. Strong fingers traced the curve of my ribs like a bow drawn across a cello, sending shivers of anticipation racing across my skin.My breath hitched as his hand moved higher, cupping my breast fully. His fingers spread wide, possessively claiming the soft flesh.“Tarzan?” I whispered, voice still heavy with sleep.His response was a low, resonant hum that vibrated against my back. Hot breath fanned over the shell of my ear as he pressed closer.“How did you know it was me?” His voice was gravelly and deep.“Your hands…” I breathed, barely recognizing my own wrecked tone. “They’re so big… they completely cover my breasts. Nghhh—”The moan slipped out involuntarily as he gave my breast a firm, deliberate squeeze. Pleasure shot straight down my spine.He paused, his thumb drawing a slow, teasing ci







