Malia
I felt hands wrap around me from behind "Please, Malia," I froze at the vulnerability in his voice "Don't run, please. I can't take it anymore if you do" Mason begged
I could feel his hot breath on my neck, my back pressed against his chest as it moved slowly according to his breathing.
"Mason, you need to leave. This" I referred to both of us "It's not working out, I can't keep pretending like it's perfect.... like we're perfect"
He turned me around to face him "That's the thing, we don't have to be perfect, no one is perfect. But I'll be damned if I let you leave me all because of a stupid mistake I made. You belong with me, Malia. Soul...body...mind" he placed a kiss on my body after every word
I moan softly "Mason this is wrong, we can't be.." he kissed my neck sucking on it gently, eliciting a moan out of me.
Three heartbeats drummed in my ears.
"Fuck me," he groaned, before grabbing my hips, lifting me, and meeting my mouth with his. Finally. My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands buried in his hair.
Walking me backward toward the table, he kissed me like he was trying to eat me alive. He was such a selfish kisser. Kissing me only when he wanted, biting me, controlling every dip, lick, and press of our lips.
He trailed his mouth down my neck, and I worked on his vest and shirt buttons. I wanted his skin against mine, something I'd only felt once, and something I ached for. I got all of them but the cuffs, which were impossible since his hands were kneading my ass. I tugged the white undershirt out of his pants and ran my hands beneath it. Over the hot skin of his stomach and chest. He hissed through his teeth, and a lungful of air escaped me when he fell on top of me on the .
"Shut up and let me fuck you, please. I need to" he whispers.
"Yes" I utter weakly
"God! I've missed you so fucking much." He massages my breasts through my dress "This has to go," he says, referring to my dress before removing my hands from the strap almost ripping it In the process.
He takes a step back and looks at my body before stepping closer to kiss me. I pull away when I see flashlights outside. But he continues to kiss my neck
God, how long have I been here?
"Mason, we need to leave. They're about to close" I moan from the sensations of his kisses "They're about to close the library"
That doesn't seem to stop him like I expected "He's not gonna come here" he stops kissing my neck and looks at me.
"What? How do you know that?" I take a step back to stop myself from getting distracted by his body.
I'm fucking half-naked!
"I paid to have it all to ourselves till we leave"
"What?! How's that even possible?" I was confused and shocked
"I know a guy" he stretched his hand out to grab mine and pulled me to him
"Wait... so you paid the library security because you knew I'd have sex with you?"
He wraps his hand around my throat and moves his mouth to my ear "Gagging you sounds tempting right now" he lifts me and places me on the table I was using to read.
I'm too horny to even think about anything else right now.
I just want to be fucked.
Specifically by Mason.
"You're never going to wear this dress again right?" He plays with one of my nipples softly while he's standing between my legs.
"Why? I love the dress"
"Because I'm about to fuck you in it. Don't wear it for anyone else to see, please" he sounds so vulnerable. I loved it when he begged. It would be hard to believe that this was the same tough, dominant man.
"Kiss me" I smiled
He wraps his hand around my neck before joining our lips together. He was kissing me with so much vigor
"Spread your legs" I do as he says immediately.
"Take off your panties" Mason commands in between our kiss and him playing with my nipples.
"I'm not wearing any"
"Fuck! He stares at me "Part of me is happy you're not wearing any and another part wants to smack your ass sore, till you can barely sit for the next couple of days"
He pulls me closer to the edge of the table and places my legs far apart on it before going to his knees in front of me.
"I want... I need to taste you, Malia" he runs his fingers across my slit slowly before bringing it back to his mouth and sucking the finger clean.
"Eyes on me" he commands "Open your mouth" He gets up from his knees and inserts two fingers into my mouth.
He pulls them out of my mouth and starts rubbing my clit with them in a slow tortuous manner, while completely avoiding my opening.
"God please, Mason touch me, please" I begged pathetically
He smirked "I'm touching you, love"
"You know what I mean, please this is torture" I whimper
"Say it." He orders
"Please fuck me with your fingers!"
"Good girl" he plunges one of his fingers deep into me. I could feel him moving it around slowly, thrusting and torturing me.
"More. I need more" I grip his hair, even on his knees he was still tall.
"Play with your nipples, I want to watch you play with them for me"
I let my hands travel to my nipples and I play with them.
I felt him add another finger and start thrusting faster.
"Look at how you're dripping all over my fingers" he increases his pace "God! I always loved how well your cunt responded to me, it's just me right?" He asks but I'm too caught up in this sex haze to answer.
He gets up from his knees without removing his fingers from inside me.
"Say it. Tell me I'm the only one Malia" he grabs my neck forcing me to open my eyes and look at him.
"Fuck yes! You're the only one! Please I need to cum.
"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to" he kneels back and runs his tongue against my opening then my clit. "You're going to cum in my mouth, am I clear?"
I moan "Yes sir"
"Good girl" he adds his two fingers and starts thrusting into me at an insanely fast pace, not long after I feel him adding a third "Fucking hell, Malia! God you drive me fucking crazy, my love" he darts his tongue out and licks my pussy before replacing it with his fingers.
I feel the tension in my lower stomach begin to build and my insides tighten from every movement he makes with his tongue in me and his fingers on my clit.
"Please can I cum, I need to cum please" I sound so pathetic begging for his permission to cum but I don't care? I can feel the control he has over my orgasm egging me on.
"Cum" he says, before placing his hand flat on the lower part of my belly. He doesn't stop fucking me with his fingers.
Just before I cum I can feel my body seize up, not more than a second and I let out a loud moan.
I watch how he licks every drop of my cum, all while maintaining eye contact with me.
"Oh my... God" I say in between gasps trying to catch my breath
"I'm not done with you yet" he stands to his feet and I notice the huge tent in his trousers.
God! I almost forgot how big he is
I hear a chuckle and I stop ogling his boner "Eyes on me love, you can admire all you want when it's inside you" he takes his trousers off along with his boxers and stands between me. He spreads my legs wide open before rubbing his dick up and down my slit teasingly.
"Let me taste you, Mason."
"Another time love, I need to be inside you so bad like, I need to breathe." his breathing is heavy as he runs his hands all over my body and pulls me closer to him, kissing me. I moan into his mouth when I feel him pinch my nipple.
"Put it in" he demands.
With haste, I take my hand to his dick. I decide to be stubborn and tease him a little.
I begin to stroke him slowly, rubbing my fingers across the tiny opening on the head of his cock.
"Baby," he groans "Fuck! I need to be inside you, please!" His voice comes out strained and hoarse.
I can feel his precum run down my fingers. I rub the wetness up and down his shaft and I use my second hand to massage his balls while I stroke his length slowly.
He rests his forehead against mine and plays with both my nipples as he tries to keep his composure.
"Fucking hell! Be a good girl and let me fuck you"
I lick my lips as I move my body closer to the edge so he can bury himself deep inside me.
He removes his hands from my nipples, and with swift movement, he thrusts into me quick and hard. He stays still for almost a minute before he starts to move inside of me at a wicked pace. He keeps his eyes on mine without stopping. I muffle my sounds with my hands but not for long, he removes it and increases his pace.
"Harder" I moan loudly against him. I can feel his nails digging into my thighs from the way he's grabbing onto them and pounding into me.
"You wanted to leave me right? You were going to fucking leave me! Take every fucking inch of what I give you" he slaps my breast, making it jiggle. He pulls out and turns my back to face him before slamming into me again from behind.
"Oh my God!" I scream from the intrusion.
I can feel the table creaking beneath me from his hard thrusts.
I just know I won't be able to show my face in this library for a long while.
Mason forces me to press my back to his chest, at an angle where I can feel every fucking thing "Oh my God it's so deep! I'm gonna cum!" I exclaim loudly and grip the table.
He lifts my right leg and places it on the table and then he fists my hair and tugs my head back. "Look at me" he orders roughly "Who's pussy is this? Tell me, who will it always, belong to?"
I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I clench around him causing him to groan loudly and thrust harder. "Tell me! Who does this pussy belong to, Malia! Who it will always... belong to" he pounds into me, his hand still wrapped around my hair
"Shutup" I mutter stubbornly and gasp when he tugs my hair harder
He smacks my ass hard, "Mmm" I moan and chuckle lowly
"Such a dirty little slut" I clench "You dirty little whore, you like it don't you?" He laughs and slaps my ass cheeks again.
He holds both my hands behind my back and begins to thrust into me hard "Oh fuck!" I scream.
"Tell me to shut up, Malia. I fucking dare you, please say it again." He goads as he continues to relentlessly pound into me. He lets go of my hands, one of his hands comes around to my pussy and I feel him massaging my clit.
"Oh, my! Fuck! Mason! I'm sorry" I exclaimed loudly
"Good." He fists my hair again and pulls me to him "Who the fuck do you belong to?"
"You! Just you, Mason!"
He grunts "Yes! Just me. all" thrust "fucking" thrust "mine. oh Fuck. I'm almost there baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock," Mason moans in my ear. "God your pussy feels so fucking good, Malia. I could fuck you all day. Your wet cunt grips my cock so well." He grabs my breast and massages them softly "I love how you milk my cock baby, you're such a good little slut for me" My walls clench around him from each degrading word he calls me.
"Yes.. just for you" I moan loudly and I feel my orgasm begin to draw closer. I scream his name as I cum all over his cock. Breathing heavily, I grab unto him watching as his cock goes in and out of me slowly.
"I'm fucking close Malia. Where do you want it?" He groans and grabs firmly onto my waist, digging his nails into my skin while he pounds into me.
"Mason, cum in my mouth please" I begged desperately.
"God! Yes ugh fucking hell! On your knees, open your mouth baby!" He pulls out of me and I get on my knees with my mouth open.
I watch how he strokes his cock very fast, moaning my name till ropes and spurts of his cum enter my mouth and fall on my tits.
"Fuck!" His body jerks.
He lifts me to my feet "Swallow it" I do as he says and smile at him before he kisses me deeply.
Mason grabs my neck, "You're mine. All mine, Malia"
"All yours" I agree.
AvaI put on my heels and picked up my purse before making my way out of my house.I check the time and I smile to myself, happy that my plan is still on track. It's just 7:15 pm, he's still going to be there."Okay, Ava you can do this," I whisper to myself. I've gotten this far I can't give up now.I release a loud sigh as I raise my head to look at the long big doors I'm standing in front of.The streets are empty, only two or three people hanging around and they look like they're about to leave any moment from now.That's one thing about here.I make my way inside and I try to focus on the sound of my heels against the church floor as I make my way to the confessional.I have no idea if he's the one sitting on the other side of the booth, but I hope he is.I get in and take a seat."Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession in a long time," I whisper.There was a mild pause from the other end and I almost panicked. "What are your sins, child?"Oh my God!....
StellaI sputter and my eyes widen "W-what?" I ask Jamie. I can't imagine I've not thought or fantasized about sex with Jamie. And hearing him say this right now, just intensifies those fantasies in my head.Sex with Jamie would be sex like I’d never known. Raw. Animalistic. Soul-destroying in the best possible way. It would shatter every preconceived notion of who I was and mold me into something darker, more depraved. I wanted it all."Fuck, I know it's wrong but, I can't stop thinking about you, Stella." He breathed softly."Jamie, you're married to my cousin." It's not like he needed the reminder, he was wearing her ring for goodness sake. He lets out a strained chuckle, "Trust me, I know. You don't have to remind me." Oh God, I'm not strong enough to decline if he makes a move on me. "Then why are you here, Jamie?" Cersei may be a bitch, but she's my family. And I don't care how hot her husband is, I'm not sleeping with him. "Because for whatever reason there is, I can't sto
Amelia"Class is dismissed. I'll see you all same time next week. And make sure you....," The rest of his speech trails off and falls on deaf ears. All I can focus on is the movement of his lips and the way his pen moves swiftly between his fingers. The way his muscles flex in his white long-sleeved shirt with each movement of his hand.I can hear the shuffling of feet, and the sound of chairs scraping the floor, but I can't seem to take my eyes off the handsome male specimen that is, Mr Maverick Remington.I've been taking this class for more than two months, and I don't think I've ever paid attention since he became our substitute lecturer, and then permanent.Maverick Arrington was my special brew of torture formed especially by God. It was achingly painful to see him three times a week and not be able to touch or kiss him the same way I do in my fantasies.I hated it. I hated the fact that the only way I could be with him was in the fantasies I had. It was-- "Miss Clarke?" His voi
Amelia Clarke I won't lie and say I didn't spend the entirety of my weekend thinking about everything Mr Remington said to me last week. But as I made my way to the front of the class after he dismissed everyone but me, I was beginning to think maybe last week's interaction was all in my head.My classmates filed out of the class one after the other, the sound of feet shuffling as they rushed out. "Mr Remington, you wanted to see me?" I ask quietly. He had not looked at me once since I arrived today. I even wore the shortest schoolgirl skirt I could find, matching it with my black thigh-high tights, and he still didn't spare me a glance."You have detention, Miss Clarke. You have to stay behind."My eyes widen, "What? B-but I did nothing, sir.""Oh, really? So, what do you call the act you put on last week.""I-I thought-," Oh, God I feel so stupid right now. Why did I believe he would be interested in me? " Mr Remington, please I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What can I do to get ou
Chapter 7 José My StepbrotherAdeline"No, there's no way in hell I'll stay anywhere with you!" I yell at my stepbrother José. I can't believe our parents willingly sent us off to bond.Knowing this slimy bastard he probably held them to gunpoint for them to agree. And all for what? Just so he can fuck with me whenever he likes.Nope, not happening."Well, I'm already here and there's nothing you can do about it." He relaxes on the couch with a smirk on his face.I can't believe we had to get to Hawaii before the parents informed us that we'd be sharing the house. And only when they're convinced that we've bonded will they send the jet to come pick us up.Oh, God."José, can't you just go to your friend's place or something? I know you have friends here." I'll plead even if I have to."No, I want to spend time with you.""Why! We hate each other." Ugh! Every conversation with him makes me want to rip the hair out of my own head.He shrugs, “Looks like it’s just me and you,” José said,
AdelineI sat at the counter eating my breakfast when José came down. "Mum and Dad called. They said to tell you hi and to behave." I warn him.Well, all they said was to tell him hi. The last part was all mine. He doesn't need to know that.José placed his phone down on the coffee table and appeared at the kitchen door, giving me those dangerously sultry eyes. Sauntering over to me, he trapped me between the kitchen island and him and chuckled down at me. “If you think that’s going to stop me from coming inside you today, you’re wrong,” he said, drawing his fingers against the front of my skirt. He cupped the mound of my pussy in his hand and rested his fingers right over my wetness. I tensed at his possessive, dominant touch and bit my lip, glancing up at him through my glasses. José had been so careful these past few days not to touch me in any way that I didn’t want. But now, I wanted it. More than anything. “You don’t want them to find out that my stepbrother has been touching me,
AdelineIt was so fucking wrong. So wrong. Sleeping with my stepbrother. Aching for him to fuck me. Waiting for him to come home every night to take me. Fuck me so hard before filling me up with his thick hot cum.I was such a whore for my stepbrother and the thought alone made my thighs clench. It made me want to bounce on his cock right now while he fucks me raw.When we got home from one of our many family bonding times -- where we take pictures and send them to the parents, José pushed me into my bedroom, pressed me against the door, and ground his cock into me from behind.“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Feel these hard nipples brush against my chest. While I play with that wet pussy,” he said into my ear. He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck, pulled it up gently, and sucked hard on my soft spot, definitely leaving a big red hickey.Snaking his other arm around my waist, he pulled me closer to him. I turned around in his hold, pulled his face to mine,
MariahI didn't want to be here. But the person who had helped pay for my ride had requested payment back. I told him I'd send him the money once I got home or he could collect it in school the next day.He refused. So, he brought me to his house where we are right now.When we arrived there were two other boys present. I recognized them as James, William, And Hardin.If it wasn't for my venomous mother stealing my change, I won't have been delayed at the train station, James would not have paid for my ride and I won't even fucking owe him.William passed me a bong, and I snatched it from his hands. Done, so fucking done.Just act cool, Mariah. They don't have to know you're nervous. You were all friends onceI lit the bong and inhaled deeply, needing to forget and feel nothing for a few hours. I relaxed against the couch and blew the smoke out of my nose, resting it on my lap. God … my eyes rolled back. This was exactly what I needed.“Hard day?” James asked.William took it back fro