Masuk“This is what you needed after every class.” He kept the relentless pace. “Walking around this studio wet and aching. Looking at me like you wanted exactly this. Now you’re getting it. And you’re going to squirt on my cock one more time before I fill you.”His free hand slid under me and found my swollen clit. He rubbed it in tight fast circles matching the hard rhythm of his hips. The dual sensation was almost too much. My thighs shook violently. Pressure built again low and sharp and overwhelming.“Cole… I can’t… it’s too soooon… aaaahhhhhh…”“You can. I can feel this cunt starting to tighten. Let it happen. Squirt all over me again.”He angled his thrusts so the head of his cock dragged perfectly over the spot inside me that had already made me break twice. The pressure snapped. A third powerful release tore through me. Clear fluid pulsed out around his thrusting cock in strong jets. It soaked his abs and balls and added another dark wet patch to the mat. I screamed long and broken
The pressure broke. My back arched hard and a powerful release tore through me. Clear fluid pulsed out in strong jets across his chest and the mat beneath us. I cried out long and broken as the waves kept coming.“Aaaahhhhhhh fuck… I’m squiirtiiing… oooh my god… Cole…”He did not pull away. He kept licking and fingering me through every pulse drinking what he could and letting the rest soak the mat and his shirt. My thighs shook violently. The mirrors showed the mess. His chest is shiny. The dark wet patch spreading under my ass. When the last jet finally stopped I collapsed back against the mat gasping.He rose up over my mouth and chin wet. His eyes were almost black with heat. “Good girl. That was perfect. And we’re just getting started.”He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then pulled his own shirt off. The hard lines of his chest and stomach gleamed under the studio lights. He shoved his shorts down and freed his cock. Thick. Heavy. Already fully hard and leaking at the
The last class of the evening had ended twenty minutes ago. I stayed behind to wipe down the mats and put the weights back on the racks the way I always did. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead and the big mirrored walls reflected the empty studio back at me. Outside the glass doors the parking lot was already dark. Everyone else had gone home.I heard the soft click of the main entrance locking. Cole. He always did the final walk through. Head trainer. Tall. Broad shoulders that filled out the black gym shirt. A quiet voice that somehow carried more weight than the louder instructors. I had worked here six months and every time he corrected my form his hands lingered a second longer than necessary. Every time I caught him watching me in the mirror during a class something low in my belly tightened.He appeared in the doorway of the studio now. Keys still in his hand. His eyes moved over the empty room then settled on me.“Last one out again Lena.”I straightened from the mat I was
He stayed close while I caught my breath. The back seat of the car felt smaller now. Warmer. His come leaked slowly from me onto the leather and the sensation kept my pulse elevated. David brushed damp hair from my face and kissed me again slower this time. The hunger was still there but layered with something that felt almost tender.“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said against my mouth. “Every time you come to the house. Every time you sat across from me at dinner. I wanted to send Ryan away and take you upstairs myself.”The confession sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. Still half hard and slick with both of us. I stroked him slowly watching his eyes darken.“Then take more,” I whispered.He groaned and hardened fully under my hand. “Get on your knees. And open your mouth.”I shifted in the limited space until I was kneeling between his spread thighs. The roof of the car forced me to stay low. I leaned forward and dr
I opened my mouth. No words came. The years of quiet wanting the buried attraction, the unresolved ache from the breakup all rose at once. I leaned forward instead of back. He met me halfway.The first kiss was slow and careful. Then it deepened. His hand slid into my hair holding me close while his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that felt years in the making. I moaned softly against his lips.“Mmmmmmm…”He kissed me harder. Tongue sliding against mine. The taste of him was dark and certain. My hands rose to his chest feeling the solid muscle under his shirt. He groaned and pulled me closer over the console until I was half in his lap. The rain continued outside. Inside the car the temperature climbed.“Back seat,” he said against my mouth. “Now.”I climbed over first. The leather was cool against my palms. He followed closing the door behind him. The space was tight and intimate. He settled between my thighs and pushed my sweater up. Warm hands stroked the bare skin of my stomach t
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed above the aisles as I pushed my cart past the cereal section. It had been three years since I last saw anyone connected to that part of my life. Three years since the breakup that left me hollow for months. I reached for a box of oats and froze when a familiar voice spoke my name.“Sophie.”I turned. David stood at the end of the aisle holding a basket. Ryan’s father. Older. Broader in the shoulders than I remembered. Silver threaded through the dark hair at his temples. The same steady eyes that used to watch from the doorway when Ryan and I came home late. My stomach dropped and then tightened with something I refused to name.“David,” I managed. “Hi.”He gave a small smile. Not the polite kind. The kind that lingered. “It’s been a long time.”“Three years.” I tightened my grip on the cart handle. “How are you?”“Good. Busy. You look well.” His gaze moved over me in a way that felt too thorough for a chance meeting in the cereal ais
The footsteps paused right outside the door.My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. Marcus was still buried balls-deep inside me, his thick cock twitching with fresh cum, the jeweled plug stretching my ass while my pussy fluttered around him in aftershocks. I was still cuffed to the
The next night the storm raged even harder, wind screaming against the cabin like it wanted to expose us. Mom had gone to bed early again, complaining about a headache from the altitude, leaving Marcus and me alone in the dimly lit living room once more. My body still ached deliciously from last ni
My legs were still trembling when Marcus pulled me up from my knees. His cum still coated my throat, warm and thick, as he kissed me with raw possession. The taste of us mingled on our tongues. I could barely stand, my pussy throbbing from the brutal way he’d claimed me against the stone fireplace.
The wind howled like a living thing outside the remote mountain cabin, driving thick flakes of snow against the floor-to-ceiling windows. I stood in front of the massive stone fireplace, arms crossed tight over my chest, wearing nothing but an oversized cashmere sweater that barely reached mid-thi







