MasukMoh’s POV The rest of the morning dragged by in a haze of pretended composure, as if everything and everyone didn't have something bothering them, as if everything was just simply perfect. My mother, still basking in the afterglow of her new relationship, was busy directing house staff and making endless phone calls to friends, regaling them with tales of my step father’s generosity and charm. I used the excuse of needing to organize my books to retreat to my room, but my mind was a whirl of conflicting thoughts. I have noticed that his study is slightly opened, then I remember what he said about going into his study if I need too. So Who knows? Maybe he opened his study on purpose. The words echoed in my head again, you know, just like a siren song pulling me towards forbidden place. And I allowed it, I couldn't stop myself. I told myself it was for academic curiosity, nothing more, nothing less. I am just curious. Since julian had mentioned his library, surely, it held rar
Moh’s POV The next morning sun came in just like an intruder into my new room. It came, slipping in through the gaps in my heavy curtains, mocking the dark, feverish confusion of the night before. I woke up with my muscles aching and my skin feeling overly sensitive. Oh, yesterday night was exciting and new but I know it should never happen again. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Not as my mother’s fiancé, but as the ghost of the man who had haunted my dreams, and the source of the sounds that came out of my mouth while I fucked my hand yesterday, the face of a man who managed to shatter my composure. I took my warm bath and dressed slowly, choosing a high-necked, oversized cream sweater and thick leggings. I wanted to disappear into my clothes, to build a fortress of wool and cotton around the girl who had whispered my stepfather’s name shamelessly in the dark. I spent more than ten minutes in front of the vanity, applying just enough concealer to hide the dark circ
Moh’s POV When my mother first told me about the new man she met, and how amazing she feels about him and the connection, the way he made her feel like a girl again bla bla bla, I didn't think much of it. I mean she said the same about the four other guys before him. I expected another fleeting face, another weekend guest who would eventually grow tired of her frantic need for validation. But then he is in front of me now. The mahogany table beneath my palms was cold, polished to a mirror shine that echoed the hopeless drumming of my heart. I gripped the edge until my knuckles turned white, but I kept my eyes fixed on the grain of the wood. I didn’t want to look up. If I looked up, I would have to acknowledge the man standing across from me the man who was currently holding my mother’s waist with so much ease that it made my skin prickle. But then, we pulled up to the gates of the mansion. And then, he opened the door. “Hey, Moh. Welcome to my house.” His voice is powerful
Emily makes soft moaning almost whimpering sounds as I start to pull back out of her once again leaving just the head inside her. I think about taking one of my hands from underneath her to play with the nipple that my mouth isn’t attached to but I decide against it out of fear of dropping her down on my cock and hurting her. I don’t stop teasing her nipples with my mouth as I again push inside her noticing that it is easier this time like she is starting to get used to my size making me think that soon I'll be able to fuck her properly which I so desperately want to do now.“Go faster.” Emily groans softly taking me by surprise and making me pause with my cock buried deep inside her.“Are you sure?” I ask as I remove my mouth from her breast, I was certain that I was going to be the one asking to speed up so I can’t help the disbelief in my tone.Emily nods her head slowly but clearly letting me know that she is sure about it, I’m that surprised and in awe of her that I lunge forward
I don’t know how to respond to her kiss, if I should push her away or open my mouth and let her tongue that I can feel flick over my lips enter my mouth. My mind is screaming at me to push her away and get myself out of this situation as quickly as I can but my body seems to rebel against my mind and my lips open accepting Emily’s tongue into my mouth. Kissing Emily is strange because I would never think about kissing someone her age like this and I know it should feel wrong and while it does feel wrong it also feels good, in an eating the forbidden fruit kind of way.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me, no guy can if I really want them.” She informs me while she starts to grind her pussy against my cock as her words make me completely re-evaluate this girl I have known since the day she was born.“I bet you’re trying to guess how many guys I’ve fucked.” She whispers in my ear, her voice becomes even more husky with arousal as she adds, “Why don’t we add you to that list?” “No
Tom has been my best friend since high school and we even stayed best friends after he got married and had a kid, it was through Tom’s wife, Sarah, that I met my own wife, Amy. We have stayed that close over the years that we even go on holiday together as families with me and Amy joining Tom, Sarah, and their daughter Emily, this year we had gone to Spain together. Emily is eighteen and has started developing a banging body, with perfect curves around her.The holiday had been going very well so far and we have enjoyed the week we have already spent here exploring and doing all the things you would expect from tourists and then at night retreating to the two side by side cabins we had rented. Tonight though Amy and myself had decided to stay out a bit later and have a few drinks, all night Amy had teased me, whispering into my ear the things she wanted me to do to her later so by the time we had left the bar I was about ready to tear her clothes off and fuck her in front of everyone







