登入"Open the door," his dad repeated.There was a scuffle. A shout. The sound of a body hitting the wall.Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore. He unlocked the door and threw it open."Stop!" he screamed.The hallway fell silent.Lu Cheng was standing there, his shirt disheveled, his fists clenched at his s
The sleek, black sports car sat in the driveway like a stain on the pristine landscape. It was a car Yu Yan knew intimately. It was the car his father drove."Dad?" Yu Yan gasped, scrambling to pull up his pants, his movements clumsy and frantic. "What is he doing here?"Lu Cheng grabbed Yu Yan’s wr
"Quiet," Lu Cheng warned, turning back to his laptop. "Read."Yu Yan grabbed a book from the table—a poetry collection. He tried to focus on the words, but the letters were swimming in front of his eyes. The vibration was constant, a low hum that was driving him crazy.He shifted in the chair, tryin
"Stand up," Lu Cheng ordered.Yu Yan stood up slowly. Lu Cheng reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up."You're hard," Lu Cheng observed, pressing his thigh against Yu Yan’s erection. "You liked it. You liked that stranger looking at you, knowing you belong to me.""No," Yu Yan denied
Yu Yan stood frozen on the staircase, his blood turning to ice."You can't be serious," he whispered, his hands flying to cover his crotch. "I can't answer the door like this!"Lu Cheng leaned against the banister, crossing his arms, looking entirely too amused by Yu Yan’s distress. "You can, and yo
The voice was right behind him.Yu Yan gasped and spun around. Lu Cheng was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a myth, and he was furious."I... I just wanted some air," Yu Yan stamm
Leo did as he was told, leaning over the leather tattoo chair. His chest and stomach pressed against the cool, worn vinyl. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Finn open a drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his
"Lock the door." The voice was a low growl, accustomed to being obeyed on a echoing pool deck. Jesse flinched, his hand trembling as he turned the deadbolt on the coach's office. The click was final, sealing him in. Coach Rourke sat behind his cluttered desk, a mountain of a man in his late fortie
Jesse shoved his trunks down and stepped out of them. His hard cock sprang up, jutting out from his body, a traitorous testament to his unwilling arousal. Coach walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. "Turn around. Bend over my desk." Jesse did as he was told, leaning over the cluttered surf
"That's it," Damon rasped, his fingers tightening in Leo's hair. "Take your punishment. Such a good mouth for Daddy." He fucked Leo's face for several long minutes, the only sounds in the room the wet, sucking noises and Damon's harsh grunts. Leo's own cock was throbbing, aching for a touch that ne







