LOGINNell's POVIsaiah fucks me like a man who’s been starving for years and finally gets to eat.He’s long and thick, bottoming out with every powerful thrust, his hips slamming against my ass and jolting me up the bed. My legs are locked tight around his waist as he drives deep.Cassian catches my head before it hits the headboard, then kneels beside me and feeds his heavy cock into my mouth.I suck him greedily, moaning around his thickness while Isaiah pounds my dripping pussy. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin fills the hotel room.Kieran stands at the side of the bed, slowly stroking his massive cock, watching everything with those dark, patient eyes. His shaft glistens with my spit from earlier.“She’s so fucking wet I can barely get traction,” Isaiah groans, gripping my thighs harder and driving even deeper. “This greedy little cunt is dripping down my balls, mixing with the oil. Fuck, Nell… you’re squeezing me so hard.”I moan loudly around Cassian’s cock, the vibration making
My oiled hands are on Cassian’s lower back, his cock is getting hard against the mattress and I’m trying everything in my willpower to pretend I don’t notice.Let me rewind.The basketball team won tonight, and three of the starting frontcourt texted me at midnight to come to their hotel room immediately.I’m the team physiotherapist. I’ve been traveling with these men for three months, taping their ankles, icing their knees, keeping my hands professional and my eyes above the waistline while my brain does something very different.So when the text came through, I told myself I was going because it was my job. I packed my massage oil, wore tiny shorts and a sports bra. Because deep down, I’m a liar.What I didn’t expect when I arrive was all three of them in the room at once.Cassian — the power forward. Six-five, dark skin, and growls when he lifts. Isaiah — the small forward, pretty face and talks too much. And Kieran — the center. Six-seven. The biggest of the three. He barely says
Lena’s POVThe shower is big enough to contain both of us.The water is hot, and its steam fogs the glass door in under a minute. We step into the water naked, and I feel Cole’s body against my back, and his erection poking me.He suddenly presses me against the glass, my chest flat against the shower door, and my tits squashed against the foggy surface. My hands leave prints that streak through the condensation.His cock pushes between my thighs from behind, sliding through the wet heat of the shower water and my arousal that hasn’t stopped flowing since the kitchen counter.“Cole.” I moan against the warm glass. Water runs down my back and between us. “Please.”“Please what?” He grinds against me. His cock drags through my folds without entering my pussy, his chest against my back, and his mouth at my ear. “Tell me what you want. Say it clearly.”“Fuck me in here.” My breath fogs the glass, and handprints slide as I brace myself. “I don’t care how. I just need you inside me again. I
Lena’s POVHe ties my wrists to the headboard with rope he pulls from the bedside drawer like he’s been waiting three years for this exact fucking moment.The calmness in the way his lands loop and tighten the ropes makes my pussy clench. He takes his time, like he has all night to ruin me.“Too tight?” He slips one finger under the rope.“Not tight enough.”The corner of his mouth twitches.He pushes my legs back until my knees hit my shoulder. I’m folded open for him. Pinned. Helpless. He enters me slow and the angle from here is deeper than the counter was.His cock head presses against my cervix on the first stroke and a sound rips out of me so loud the trees outside probably heard it.“There’s nobody for miles.” He drives deep, hands gripping the backs of my thighs. “Scream all you want, Lena. The only person who hears you is me.”“You like hearing me.” I pull at the rope, wrists twisting. Every thrust jolts my body against the headboard. “You’ve been imagining the sounds I make?
Lena’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
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
Lily’s POVNiko grabs my thighs and buries himself inside me in one stroke.The stretch knocks the air from my lungs. He’s thick and long and fills me so deep I feel it behind my navel. My walls stretch around him and grip. A sound comes out of me that’s raw and desperate and fills the room.“Fuck,







