تسجيل الدخولControl room 🥵💦💦💦Chapter 2: Fucked in the control room 🍆🍆🍑Marcus returned from his walkthrough faster than thirty minutes.The storm had intensified, and the building felt even emptier than before. When he stepped back into the control room, the air shifted immediately. He locked the door behind him, and that was something he rarely did.“Everything clear?” I asked, turning my chair toward him.He nodded, but his eyes were darker than usual. “Building’s almost empty. Just us and the night crew on the lower levels.” He paused, then added quietly, “Elena… we need to talk.”I stood up, my heart beating fast. “Then talk.”He crossed the small space between us in two strides and stopped just in front of me. “I’ve been fighting this for weeks. Coming down here under the excuse of extra oversight. Telling myself it was professional. But it’s not. I look forward to these shifts because of you. Your laugh. The way you focus on the screens like you’re protecting something important.
Control room 🥵💦💦💦Chapter1: Confession 👅💦The security control room for the Meridian Tower was small, windowless, and always a little too cold. I’d been working the overnight monitoring shift there for almost nine months. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills while I finished my degree online, and I liked the quiet. The twelve screens glowed in front of me, cycling through camera feeds from the lobby, parking garage, elevators, and every floor of the thirty-story luxury office building. Most nights, nothing happened, and that's what made it easier.Currently, I’d gotten used to the routine. Headphones in one ear for music or podcasts, coffee thermos on my left, keyboard under my fingers. I logged entries, did hourly walkthrough confirmations with the roving guards, and tried not to fall asleep during the dead hours between 3 and 6 a.m.Then Captain Marcus Hale started showing up more often.He was the head of security for the whole building. He was an ex-military, thirty-
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter: In his suite 🍆🍆🍑My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped into the quiet hallway, still flushed from what had happened behind the front desk. I’d closed out the system in record time, left a quick note for the morning shift, and practically rushed up here. My legs still felt shaky from the orgasm he’d given me, but the ache between my thighs had only deepened.I knocked softly on the door of Suite 1427.Alexander opened it almost immediately. He’d removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt further, revealing a glimpse of a toned chest. “Come in,” he said, his voice low. He stepped aside, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind me, he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me.This kiss was different…it was slower, deeper, like he was finally allowing himself to savor it. His hands roamed my back, then lower, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against him. I could feel how hard he still was.“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured against
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter 2: Finger fucked on the desk💦💦💦🥵The storm had only grown worse an hour since Alexander had gone upstairs. The rain poured against the tall lobby windows and thunder sounded the city.I was alone behind the grand front desk, with light coming from my computer screen. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since Alexander’s last look in the elevator. That final glance filled with dark lust had left me aching with anticipation.I tried to focus on the audit reports, but my mind kept drifting to the way his fingers had brushed mine earlier. At 3:22 a.m., the elevator dinged softly.Alexander stepped out, still wearing his white dress shirt and tailored trousers, though the top two buttons were now undone. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he’d run his hands through it. He looked restless. He walked straight toward the desk, hands in his pockets. “I can’t sleep,” he said simply, his voice low in the empty lobby. “The storm isn’t helping.”I stood up a little stra
Hotel shift👅💦Chapter 1: Pushing a little 👉👈It was 2:15 a.m., and of course it was very quiet at Beaumont hotel, well apart from the low hum of the HVAC system, and the occasional ping of the elevator.Currently, I've been working the night audit shift for eight months. It was peaceful in a way most people didn’t understand. While the city slept, I balanced the books, prepared reports for morning management, and greeted the occasional late arrival. The best part?Of course it was the solitude around her. Well not until ‘he’ started showing up.Alexander Vale.He first checked in six weeks ago. He was tall, probably early thirties, with dark, perfectly styled hair, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of quiet confidence that came with money and self-control. He always arrived between 1:30 and 3 a.m., with a suitcase in hand, wearing tailored suits that looked slightly rumpled from travel. He never said much, but his presence filled the entire lobby.The first time we spoke, he’d as
Another kind of night shift 👄🍆🍆Chapter 1: The usual customer 👅💦💦It was 2:47 a.m., and the place was almost empty except for the usual customers of the night shift: a tired nurse eating alone in the corner booth, and him.Marcus.He always sat in my section…booth 12, the one by the window. He always had the same black coffee, with a black hoodie, and quiet intensity that made my stomach tighten every time I approached. He’d been coming in three or four times a week for the past two months. He never said much. All he did was just watch me with those dark, steady eyes while I refilled his cup. And made small talk with me.He was the kind that just showed up, ordered the same thing, and waited until my shift ended at 3 a.m before he left. Lately, he’d started walking me to my car. Nothing more.Tonight, the storm outside had kept most customers away. I wiped down the counter for the third time, hyper-aware of his gaze following me.“More coffee?” I asked, stopping beside his boo
"Collins..." I heard my stepdaughter Elena moan when I stepped into the house. Her voice was a sultry whisper that slithered straight to my throbbing cock."That's it, Collins. Fuck me harder..." She moaned again. My name dripped from her lips like honey, a desperate prayer laced with filthy need.
Her hips lingered in my head, occupying my mind and flooding my thoughts. I threw my pen onto the ground, unable to concentrate on my work because now my mind was tied to my neighbor. She had a curvy, sexy figure that could make anyone horny from just staring. She was a married woman, older than me
The exam table's paper crinkled under me as Dr. Marcus Reed's gloved hands slid my sundress higher, exposing my thighs to the air. The clinic was deserted, the lights were dimmed, the door locked with a deliberate click he'd made earlier. At twenty-four, I was his patient, vulnerable on his table;
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like so







