تسجيل الدخولLena’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
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
Kat's POVI'm on my hands and knees on the bench with a belt around my throat and Milo standing behind me holding the end like a leash. My arms are trembling. My pussy is swollen and dripping from riding Jaxon and my thighs are slick.I can smell myself mixed with Jaxon's sweat and the combination
Lena’s POVHe bends me over the workbench and kicks my legs apart with his foot. My palms press flat against the wood, sawdust and metal shavings under my fingers, the edge of the bench digging into my hips.My sundress is bunched at my waist, my ass is bare and I can feel the garage air on my puss
Lena’s POVHe pulls me to the edge of the hood by my hips. My sundress is bunched at my waist. My panties are pulled to the side.Fresh black paint has transferred onto the backs of my thighs and my ass in glossy patches. I don't care because he's pulling himself out of his jeans, and the sight of
Lena’s POVCole's car isn't in the driveway when I arrive at his place. His father's is. The smart move is to leave. I park, check my hair in the mirror, and walk to the garage.I've been dating Cole for six months. He's sweet, he's my age, and he fucks like a boy who learned everything from porn h







