LOGIN“Hey, Dewis, we’ve been waiting for you,” Becky purrs, her voice all sultry and sweet, crawling toward me on all fours, her big tits swaying hypnotically. Lisa follows, licking her lips, “Yeah, baby, we need that big white cock of yours to fill us up good.” I grin, stepping closer, my cock straining against my jeans. I unzip slowly, letting it spring free—hard, thick, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck, girls, you look so damn hot. Come here and suck it.”Becky reaches me first, her soft hands wrapping around my cock, stroking it gently at first, then firmer, her thumb circling the tip. “Mmm, Dewis, it’s so big and warm,” she moans softly, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on the head. Lisa joins her, their faces inches apart, tongues darting out to lick my cock from both sides. It’s like a dream— their hot breaths on my skin, the slurping sounds as they lap at me like I’m their favorite treat. Becky takes the lead, opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock in, her l
The next day, the Head of the Criminal Investigation Department stood in front of the crew, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning each of us as he recited the Anthem of Justice.We all recited along, our voices barely above whispers at first, but gradually gaining strength as his intensity filled the room.He cleared his throat and leaned slightly forward, his hands gripping the edge of the podium. “Our department has been lagging behind,” he began, his voice tight with barely-contained frustration. “If we keep going like this, I’m afraid the badges of a few of you will be degraded—or worse, you might be transferred to a lesser branch. And tell me—why is it that I gave you all a project, instructed submission of your statistics in a week, and now it’s past two weeks, and not a single one of you has brought the case up?”The room grew uncomfortably silent. My stomach knotted. I had the sensation of all eyes settling on me.“I had to do my findings myself,” he continued, his voice rising
“Where the fuck have you been?”Ethan’s voice hit me before I even stepped in. He stood at the doorframe, arms crossed, blocking my way like some security guard I didn’t ask for.“Ethan,” I sighed, my patience already dangling by a thread. “I do not have the strength for this bullshit of yours tonight.”My throat was dry, my shoulders heavy. “I’ve been awake since before dawn. First shift at the station, then straight to the museum for my moonstone exhibition. The research engineer from the lab called right after—new samples from the field that couldn’t wait. Meanwhile, you’ve been home—what? Playing couch potato?” I pointed at him, my voice shaking more from exhaustion than anger. “Don’t piss me off, Ethan.”I tried to walk past him, but his hand shot out and gripped my wrist. His voice cracked. “Matilda… are you cheating on me?”I froze. My brain blinked twice before catching up. “What?”“Are you—”“Cheating?” I turned on him fully. “Did you just ask me that?”My voice rose befor
Mia’s POV I shut the kitchen door, dragging my feet across the floor. Henry was probably upstairs — either glued to his video games or still dead asleep. “Henry !” I called, my voice softer than usual. “Come down, breakfast’s ready!” I sank into the couch and grabbed the remote from the center table. The TV flickered to life, playing one of my favorite Hollywood series. “Henry , please hurry up!” I called again, raising my voice just enough to be heard upstairs. A few minutes passed. My eyes started to feel heavy; I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. I let out a quiet sigh, leaning back into the couch cushions. What the hell was taking him so long? Maybe he’s still in bed. I headed upstairs, dragging my hand along the rail . As I reached Henry’s room, I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and pushed it open. At that moment, I wished I could un-see what I saw. Henry lay exposed on his bed, one hand wrapped around his dick, spilling all over the blanket. Thick rope
Maddox had the audacity to sit there and tell me the infection burning and itching between my legs, the thick yellowish discharge was just some “toilet infection.” A toilet infection. As if I’m some kind of fool. As if I didn’t walk into our bedroom two weeks before the wedding and catch him balls-deep in Tovia—my childhood best friend, the same Tovia whose mother and mine were pregnant at the same time, who grew up sleeping over at my house, braiding each other’s hair, sharing secrets. I stood in that doorway—frozen, with my shopping bags still in my hands and watched her fake ass red nails dig into his back, throw her head back while she moaned my own fiancé’s name like she had any right. Eight whole years I gave that man. Eight years of cooking, cleaning, planning a future, saving for our wedding. And he had the guts to say he was drunk, that he didn’t mean it, that he “didn’t even know it was her.” Lies on top of lies. Today was supposed to be the day I walked down the aisle.
He could barely move. I yanked him up, spun him, shoved him to his knees again. His face was wrecked—eyes red, lips swollen, spit everywhere. “Suck the taste of your own ass off me.” He dove in like he was starving. Gagging, choking, drooling all over himself. I fucked his throat till he couldn’t breathe, till snot ran down his lip, till he was clawing at my thighs just to pull off for air. I pulled out, slapped his face with my wet dick—left, right, left—smearing spit and precum all over his cheeks. “Open.” He did. I shoved back in and nutted straight down his throat, hips jerking, groaning loud and filthy. He swallowed what he could, the rest spilled out the sides, running down his neck with the water. He coughed, wheezing, but I wasn’t done. I dragged him up, bent him over the bench again, spread him wide. His hole was gaping, red, twitching. “Still hungry?” I muttered. He nodded frantically. “Please—need more—” I pushed back slowly this time, just to feel him fl







