Se connecterMabel's POVHe's so deep inside me that I feel the thick, blunt head of him kissing somewhere behind my navel.I'm on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt, every vein and ridge pressed against my clutching walls.My mother is sleeping three feet to our left, her breathing a soft, rhythmic rasp. The blanket hides everything, a tent of wool concealing me beneath while I’m sitting on my stepdad’s big cock.I start rocking. Slow, grinding rolls of my hips that churn his length inside me. I barely lift off him, before sinking back down, feeling the glorious drag of his cockhead rubbing against my walls.The friction on my g-spot from this angle, makes my jaw clench so tight my teeth ache, and keeping silent is the hardest thing I've done in my life.His thumb finds my clit under the blanket, and rubs in slow, wet circles while I grind on him. His other hand slides up my tank top and cups my breast, squeezing the soft weight.He rolls my nipple between rough, calloused fingers, pinching
Mabel's POVMy stepdad’s thigh is pressed against mine under the blanket and I am one deep breath away from doing something catastrophic.It’s family movie night. Me, my mom, and my stepdad are crammed onto the couch with a blanket over all three of us like we’re a normal family.Noah is between us — forty-four, ex-athlete, broad chest, thick arms, silver at his temples, the kind of man who fills a doorframe and makes your brain stop working when he rolls his sleeves up.He married my mom a year ago, and I’ve been fantasizing about him since the first time he walked into our house and shook my hand.His palm swallowed mine and something in my stomach flipped and never flipped back after that.I’ve spent a year coming home from college and sitting across from this man at dinner, pretending my underwear isn’t slowly soaking through.A year of catching him staring at my legs in shorts, at my mouth when I eat, at the strip of skin between my shirt and my waistband when I stretch.A year o
Sienna's POVI straddle him and sink onto his cock and the look on his face when I take control is the most satisfying thing I've earned all semester.Better than any grade. Better than the orgasm on his desk.The man who just edged me until I cried is gripping the armrests of his chair while I roll my hips on his cock. He's still hard—still thick and pulsing inside me—and my oversensitive walls clench at the stretch."You thought we were done?" I murmur, leaning forward so my lips brush his ear. "I've waited fourteen weeks for this. We're not done until I say we're done.""Hands on the armrests," I say, straightening up. "Don't move them."His jaw clenches. His fingers white-knuckle the leather. He's still wet with both of us, and when I look down, I can see his cum glistening at the base of his shaft, mixed with my own arousal."Look at you," I say, echoing his earlier words. "The great Professor Thorne. Sitting there with his cock buried in his student. Do you like this? Being tol
Sienna's POVHe grabs my hips and spins me around and lifts me onto his desk. Papers crumple under my ass and his nameplate clatters to the floor.He pushes my knees to my chest and parts my legs wide so I'm sitting on his desk with my thighs spread and my pussy completely exposed.He stands between my legs staring at my cunt like he's reading the most interesting text he's encountered all year."Look at you," he murmurs, running a thumb through my wetness and spreading me open. "Already dripping and I haven't even touched you yet. You've been sitting in my lecture hall with this soaking cunt under your skirt for months, haven't you?"I nod."No panties to office hours," he says, gripping my hips and pulling me to the edge of the desk. His thumb circles my clit once, slow, watching my face. "You planned this.""Since September," I say."Since September," he repeats, and something dark flickers behind his glasses. "Fourteen weeks of watching you cross those legs in the front row, knowi
Sienna's POVProfessor Malachi Thorne is the reason I'm failing Literary Theory.Not because the subject is hard. Because the man stands at the front of the lecture hall in rolled sleeves, those forearms on full display, a voice so low it makes my pussy throb.I stopped absorbing information the day he walked in and wrote his name on the board. With his dark, tousled hair, sharp jaw, and blue eyes behind his glasses that seem to catch mine.I've been touching myself through his lectures for two months. Not at home to the memory of him — in class. Right there in the front row, hand pressed flat between my thighs, rubbing circles through my underwear while he lectures.Every time he makes eye contact my fingers press harder. Every time that voice drops on a particular word, my thighs clamp around my own hand.I am failing because I spend his class periods half out of my mind and soaking wet and I cannot make myself stop.So I've made a decision to do something about it.I'm standing out
Nadia’s POVHe leads me by the leash from the dungeon's cold stone into a warm, dimly-lit bedroom.My legs are shaky and my body feels like a masterpiece of beautiful damage. I can still feel his cum leaking from my pussy, a slow, intimate mark of ownership.When we reach the foot of the massive dark-wood bed, I don't wait for an order. I lower myself and crawl on all fours, the presentation of a well-trained animal."On your back. Legs spread wide and hold them behind your knees."I obey without hesitation, rolling onto my back, pulling my legs up and apart, folding myself in half to expose the most used parts of me without a shred of modesty.He crawls onto the bed and kneels between my thighs, looking down at my wrecked pussy with a reverence that borders on the obscene."Such a pretty, sloppy mess." He drags two fingers through the leaking cum that gloops from my hole. "Two loads and you're still hungry. Your cunt is still winking at me, begging for more. What a perfect, insatiabl
Elara’s POVCade's knot releases after what feels like an eternity and everything he put in me gushes out the second he pulls free. His cum is warm, and thick. Running down my thighs and dripping onto the forest floor.He carries me. Through the trees, up a hill, to a log cabin with warm light in t
Ria’s POVThey bend me over the teacher's desk facing the chalkboard. My tits press against the wood and my arms stretch across the surface.I can feel the cum on my stomach smearing onto the desk and onto the papers still scattered under me.Wren picks up a piece of chalk. He draws a line down my
Ria’s POVThey lift me onto the teacher's desk. My bare ass hits a stack of graded papers and I can feel the edges crinkling under me. Kade sweeps half of them onto the floor with his forearm, and they scatter across the tile like confetti.He doesn't give a single fuck about any student's midterm
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







