MasukLena’s POVMy knees hit the cabin floor, and his cock is in front of my face. Any remaining pretense that this weekend was about cleaning evaporates like steam.He’s thick, the thickest cock I’ve seen, with a curve that makes my jaw ache before I even open my mouth. He grips the base and traces the tip across my bottom lip, painting it with pre-cum.“You had a taste of my mouth,” he says. “Now I want yours. Open.”I open. He pushes his cock into my mouth, and the stretch of him on my jaw is immediate. The taste of his skin floods my mouth, and my pussy throbs. I’ve been imagining this taste for three years, and reality is so much better.He doesn’t let me control the pace. His hand wraps in my hair, and he feeds himself into my mouth in slow, measured thrusts, each one going a little deeper. My gag reflex kicks at the halfway point, and he holds there, his cock lodged in my throat, watching tears pool in my eyes.“Relax your throat,” he says, pushing deeper. “You’ve been thinking abo
I’m bent over a counter, scrubbing a shelf I already cleaned ten minutes ago, trying to ignore the fact that my dad’s best friend is watching me.The cabin was my dad’s idea. His best friend, Cole, of twenty years has a place up north that needs cleaning before winter. I needed a weekend away from the city. I thought this would be a good idea. But Cole is forty-six, divorced, built like a man who chops his own wood with an axe.Every time I’ve seen him, my thighs press together. I’ve been attracted to Cole since I saw him pull his shirt off at a July party and my entire understanding of what older men could look like rearranged itself. ISince then. ’ve touched myself to the thought of my dad’s best friend, and the guilt has become part of the arousal.Now, I’m alone with him.He’s been putting me to work all morning, and saying “yes” to anything he tells me makes me wet for some reason. I’m bent over reaching the lower shelf, my shorts riding up, the hem barely covering anything, w
Sloane's POVIn less than a minute, the third orgasm crashes through me like a violent storm.I’m still impaled on Viktor’s thick cock, back pressed against his chest as he fucks me from below in his office chair. The vibrator buzzes mercilessly against my swollen clit while the silver clamps bite into my aching nipples.Viktor doesn’t stop. His hips keep driving up into me, grinding against that devastating spot deep inside while the pleasure compounds into something almost too intense to bear.My vision whites out. My thighs shake violently, and a sob escapes me.“You owed me another orgasm. Give me the last one, Sloane,” he growls against my ear, voice rough but still controlled.“I can’t— please, it’s too much,” I gasp, voice wrecked. My pussy is fluttering wildly around his thick cock, oversensitive and dripping everywhere.“You can,” he says, grinding deeper, harder. “And you will. Because this greedy little cunt belongs to me now.”He suddenly lifts me off his lap. His cock sli
Sloane's POVMy boss is on a client call, while I’m choking on his thick cock under his desk.The sheer insanity of the situation makes my head spin.What the hell am I doing? Viktor’s voice above me is perfectly calm and professional. Meanwhile, his heavy cock stretches my lips wide as he pushes deeper into my throat. The angle under the desk forces him in brutally deep.I gag hard, spit flooding around his thick shaft and dripping messily onto his expensive suit pants and the carpet.The nipple clamps swing with every bob of my head, tugging sharply on my sensitive buds and sending jolts of stinging pleasure straight to my clit. My pussy is throbbing painfully, dripping slick arousal down my thighs after all the denied orgasms.His hand fists my hair tightly and pushes me down further until my nose presses against his pelvis. His cock lodges deep in my throat, cutting off my air.Tears stream down my face as I choke and sputter around him. He holds me there for several long seconds
Megan's POVAt 8:47am I accidentally sent a full-body nude to my CEO, and I have been quietly dying at my desk for the past three hours.The photo was meant for Kyle — my boyfriend of eight months who usually replies to my nudes with a single thumbs-up emoji like he’s rating a mediocre meal.I had just gotten out of the shower, hair wet, skin still damp. I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand cupping my full breast, the other sliding between my thighs, my pussy lips parted in a soft, needy expression.I tapped what I thought was Kyle’s name.It was Viktor Asher.He read it at 8:48am. The read receipt stared back at me like a death sentence.I should’ve quit my job right there, but I need the paycheck to foot my bills. So I had no choice but to head to work.Viktor hasn’t spoken to me all day. He didn’t even spare me a single glance. He walked past my desk twice — tall, imposing in his perfectly tailored ash suit, jaw sharp enough to cut glass — and looked straight thr
ScarletT's POVThey don’t give me time to recover.Easton buries himself deep inside me, and Cade and Jett swim closer, their eyes dark with fresh hunger. My pussy is still fluttering around Easton’s cock, leaking the mixed cum of all three of them, when Cade grabs my chin and kisses me hard.“No tapping out now, baby,” he growls against my mouth. “Until we’re done ruining you.”They lift me off Easton and they position me on the top step — on my back, legs spread obscenely wide. My bikini top is long gone. My bottoms disappeared somewhere in the water.I’m completely naked, flushed, and dripping with their cum under the golden evening light.Cade settles between my thighs first. He doesn’t tease. He slams into my cum-filled pussy in one brutal thrust, the wet squelch loud enough that my eyes fly open in panic.“Fuck, she’s so sloppy,” he groans, grinding deep. “Three loads in this tight little cunt and she’s still gripping me like a virgin.”Jett kneels beside my head, fisting his th
Vivian’s POVThe water is warm from the July sun. He picks me up at the pool's edge and carries me in, my legs wrapping around his waist, and the water rises around our bodies as he wades into the shallow end.His cock is hard against my stomach and the warm water lapping between us feels like anot
Mara’s POVI’m on the living room couch. Garrett sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him and sink onto his cock and the stretch on my oversensitive pussy makes me gasp.I'm raw and swollen from the crop and the ice and squirting on the basement carpet, and every ridge of him dra
Mara’s POVThe basement stairs creak under three sets of feet. Garrett hits a switch and a warm lamp clicks on and what I see makes me stop breathing.A wooden frame with hooks at different heights. A padded bench. A hook in the ceiling with rope threaded through it. A drawer unit against the wall,
Mara’s POVDeclan fucks me bent over the counter with a force that rattles the dishes in the cabinets. His cock is long and curved and the upward angle hits my front wall on every stroke.My pussy is so wet the sound of him inside me is filthy and loud."Listen to that," Declan says, slamming into







