ANMELDENLena’s POVI've been staring at Mia's dad since I was old enough to understand why my pussy clenched every time he walked through a room.And tonight, I'm going to do something about it.It's 1am—Sleepover at Mia's apartment. Four girls passed out in the living room, surrounded by wine bottles and half-eaten pizza.I haven't slept. I've been lying on the air mattress staring at the ceiling for an hour because Dominic lives one floor up.I need to use the bathroom. Mia's bathroom has a girl passed out on the floor next to the toilet. I have the spare key to Dominic's apartment because Mia gave it to me months ago for emergencies.I let myself in. His apartment is dark and quiet and smells like him, sandalwood and something warm and male. The bathroom door is cracked open with steam drifting out, and I hear the shower running.I walk toward the door. Every rational bone in my body says turn around, but I keep walking.I look through the crack, and my eyes widen when I see him. He’s nake
Wren’s POVGrey dawn light is leaking through the cabin window and the fire has burned to embers.I’m still naked on the sleeping bag with dried cum on my skin, and Callum’s tongue on my pussy is the gentlest thing that’s happened to me all night.He eats me slow and thoroughly while the other four sleep around us.His tongue circles my clit with patient, lazy strokes and his fingers slide inside me through the mess of last night. The wet sound of it in the quiet morning cabin makes my cheeks flush.“Morning,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath warm on my swollen clit.“This is how you wake people up on rescues?” I whisper, my hand finding his hair.“Just you.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I cum quietly, my thighs shaking around his head, my fingers tight in his hair, biting my lip hard.The others wake up in sequence. Nash wakes up first and watches Callum between my legs. His cock gets hard against the sleeping bag and he doesn’t touch it. He just watches.Brody rolls ov
Wren’s POVCallum is on top of me before I can blink. His cock slides inside me and I gasp as I wrap my legs around his waist,He starts to thrust, his hips grinding deep while the fire paints his broad shoulders in moving orange.I lock my legs tighter around his waist, and pull him closer. He kisses me roughly, and the whole position feels very intimate.He pulls out and before the emptiness registers, Nash flips me over, face down on the sleeping bag, ass in the air. He enters me from behind through four loads of cum and the wet, filthy sound of it makes Brody groan from the side of the room.“You hear that?” Brody says, stroking himself faster. “That’s the sound of a woman who’s taken four cocks and still wants more. Look how she’s dripping down his cock.”“Get over here and make it five,” I say, because I’m past the version of myself that waits for things to happen.Brody kneels in front of me and feeds me his cock and I take him deep while Nash pounds me from behind. Callum move
Wren’s POVThree men cross the firelit cabin toward me, and the floor vibrates under their weight.Excitement rushes through my veins because I am about to do the most reckless thing in my life.Callum pulls the thermal shirt over my head. I’m naked except for underwear that Nash yanks off and tosses into the dark.Brody drops to his knees between my legs, pushes my thighs apart and puts his mouth on me without a word of warning.His tongue drags flat and wide through my pussy folds, and the groan he makes vibrating against my pussy tells me he’s been thinking about this since I stripped off my wet clothes three hours ago.“Fuck, she tastes good,” he says against me, licking with hungry strokes. “Sweet as hell. You boys are missing out.”Callum kneels beside me and tilts my face toward him and feeds me his cock. He’s girthy and the firelight catches the pre-cum on the head before I take his cock in my throat.The weight of his cock on my tongue combined with Brody’s mouth on my pussy
Wren’s POVI’m going to die in the snow wearing a North Face jacket and hiking boots I bought on sale.The blizzard hit two hours ago. I lost the trail in the first twenty minutes.My phone has died in the cold, my fingers have stopped bending properly about forty minutes back, and I’ve been walking in what I hope is a straight line.Just when I’m about to give up, I hear voices. A flashlight beam cuts through the whiteout, and a man’s voice yells “Over here!” and before I can respond, hands are grabbing me.Big hands. Multiple sets. They haul me through the snow like I weigh nothing and the cold has made me so numb that I can barely register that I’m being rescued, until a door slams behind me and the wind stops howling.I’m in a cabin. It’s a small one-room, with a stone fireplace roaring in the corner and five men.They’re the Search and rescue team . All of them are massive because apparently, you have to be built like gods to carry people off mountains. They introduce themselves
Elena’s POVHis shirt is gone and the body under it tells a story I wasn't prepared for.Scars across his ribs, bullet wound healed smooth on his shoulder, and tattoos crawling up his sides in black ink that I can't read in the dim light.The tailored cartel boss who sat on the edge of the bed with his gold watch and his composure is gone.The man standing over me is raw, and breathing hard, and the hunger in his black eyes has burned through whatever leash he was keeping on himself.He pulls the chain with force and I'm on my feet. My legs barely hold. His cum is dripping down my inner thighs and my pussy is sore and swollen.My wrists are still raw from the rope, and I have never felt more used or more alive.He pins me against the wall, lifts me with one arm under my ass. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct because my body has stopped consulting my brain about what it does with this man.His cock pushes into me and the angle is so deep that I see stars. My back scrapes agains
Nyla’s POVI'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to.There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a
Violet’s POVHe hits record and the red dot glows on his phone and a switch flips inside me that months of streaming never found.Performing for a camera is my job. Performing for a camera held by a man whose cum is leaking from my pussy is something else entirely. My skin prickles under the lens a
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
Violet’s POVKai slides into the seat next to me in Chemistry class and tilts his phone toward me under the desk. A video of me with my legs spread on my bed, and a huge pink dildo buried inside my pussy, is playing on the screen.My whole body goes rigid. I grab the phone and slam it face down on







