LOGINGwen’s POVGerald drove me to this appointment.He didn’t come inside because “I don’t need to be there for your appointments, Gwen.”Two years of trying to get pregnant and the man can’t walk through a fucking door.The man who is going to get me pregnant is standing between my legs right now with his cock an inch from my pussy and his hands on my face, asking me to say it again.“Breed me,” I say. Steadier this time. Looking right at him. “Give me what Gerald can’t. I want your baby, Kian. Not his.”Something shifts behind his eyes. The last thread of professional restraint snaps. What replaces it is primal and focused and nothing you’d find in any medical textbook.He pushes inside me slow, his hands still holding my face. The stretch of him filling me while he watches my expression is the most intimate and the most obscene thing I’ve ever experienced.He fucks me face to face, with his cock buried to the hilt with every stroke. His pelvis grinds against my clit on the downstroke,
Gwen's POVI unzip him and pull his cock out.The size of it makes my mouth water. Gerald is average in size. Kian isn’t average in any way.His cock is thick, and veined. The head is wet and flushed, already leaking from the tip. I stroke him while lying in the stirrups, my feet still up, my freshly shaved cunt dripping around his bare fingers that are still buried inside me. I sit up, and grab a fistful of his lab coat. I pull him closer and take his cock in my mouth.He groans, his tone low. And it gets me even more aroused.I suck him deep and his cock stretches my mouth wide. My tongue flattens against the underside. I taste skin and salt and pre-cum. His hand finds the back of my head and he threads his fingers through my hair and holds me there with his cock in my throat and his stethoscope swinging against my forehead.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says above me, voice rough, hips rocking forward. I gag around him. Spit floods out and drips onto the hospi
Gwen’s POVI’m lying on Dr Kian’s exam table right now with my feet in stirrups, hospital gown bunched at my waist and my legs spread open.My husband; Gerald hasn’t touched me properly since we got married. He fucks me once a month with the lights off, cums in four minutes, rolls over, and blames my body when the pregnancy test comes back negative.So now I’m here, spread open, waiting for my doctor to tell me the truth.Kian walks in and my heart sinks. He’s handsome. With dark hair, and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and strong, big forearms.He pulls up his stool between my legs and his eyes drop straight to my pussy.“Gwen,” he says, his tone calm. “Your results are perfect. Hormones. Ovulation. Lining. There’s nothing wrong with you.”I know what’s coming next, because he’s been saying it for months.“The issue is your husband. He needs a semen analysis. Has he agreed?”“He says it’s not his problem.”Something crosses Kian’s face. It’s dark, but ontrolled. He looks like he wa
Rachel's POVHe carries me to the window.His apartment has the same layout as mine, which means his living room window faces the courtyard. It faces the other building, and faces anyone who bothers to look up tonight.My back hits the cold glass.I gasp. The temperature shock makes my nipples tighten, and makes my whole body shiver. He’s still half-hard inside me, still leaking his cum down my thighs, and he uses that wetness to push back in with one smooth roll of his hips.“Turn around,” he says.I don’t argue.He pulls out. I turn, and my palms press flat against the window. My forehead touches the glass, and my breasts press against it too, nipples dragging across the cold surface.I can see our reflections. His body behind mine. His hands on my hips. His cock nudging at my entrance, shiny with both of us.“Look up,” he says.I do.Across the courtyard, a light is on in someone’s apartment. A silhouette moves past a window. I can’t tell if they’re watching. I can’t tell if anyone
Rachel's POVHis hands are on me before I can blink.One palm cups the back of my neck. The other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. He slams me against the wall beside his door and my back hits the cold plaster. He yanks my robe like it’s nothing and I gasp. He swallows the sound with his mouth.His kiss is filthy and aggressive. He bites my lower lip and pulls, then sucks my tongue into his mouth like he’s been starving for it. “You have no idea,” he growls against my lips. “No fucking idea how long I’ve waited for you to come over here.”“Then why didn’t you come get me?” I bite back against his lips, our hot breaths mingling together.His laugh is dark. “Didn’t know if you’d scream or stab me.”“I would’ve done both,” I say teaisngly. “Now fuck me.”He spins me around, and my palms slam against the wall. His body presses against my back, all heat and muscle and the thick line of his cock pushing through his shorts, slotting between my thighs. He grinds against me. The head of
Rachel's POVI’ve suspected my neighbor was a pervert for weeks.His apartment is directly across from mine. Same floor, same layout, with the Ssme fucking windows that stare into my bedroom like eyes I can’t close. And every single night for the past month, he’s been there, standing just behind the glass and watching me.At first I thought I was imagining it. Maybe it was a trick of the streetlights, or my own paranoia chewing on shadows.Then I started testing him.I started with leaving my curtains half-open. Changing with the lights on. Walking around in just a towel after showers, letting it slip lower than it should. And each time, he appeared like clockwork. He’s tall, with an athletic body. He had a sharp jawline and messy dark hair that falls over his forehead. He’s probably my age, mid-twenties. He’s the kind of hot that makes you angry because he has no right looking that good while being such a perverted creep.Tonight I’m done pretending.I leave every single light on
Iris’s POVHe rocks the steel against my clit in slow, precise movements. The temperature contrast against my flushed skin sends jolts through my legs, buckling my knees every few seconds.I'm pressed against the wall, crying and shaking, and my hips are grinding against the gun on their own. I c
Nyla’s POVThe shadow restraints release me, and I drop onto the carpet on shaking legs and nearly collapse.He doesn't catch me. He stands at his full height, amber eyes burning, and watches me stumble against the edge of the circle. The door is ten feet away. My keys are on the counter.I don't m
Nyla’s POVHe wraps one massive hand around his cock and strokes it once, and I watch it swell harder in his grip. It’s way past 12 inches and its girth is wider than my arm.The reality of what's about to happen hits me so hard my breath stops."That won't fit inside me," I say, and my voice comes
Violet’s POVThe stretch of him filling me makes my mouth fall open because he's thicker than anything I've used on camera. The head of his cock drags against my front wall and my pussy grips him so tight we both groan at the same time."Fuck! You’re even tighter than I imagined," he breathes, grip







