Masuk“What… how did you know my room?” I asked, hands trembling as he led himself into the room, pushing my steps back towards the wall. His hand rested on the wall behind me, pinning me in place. I had consumed my mind with thoughts on how to find him in this gigantic school, I wanted him there and he stepped in just in time, but how? It’s barely just a few hours since I arrived. His hand wandered on my skin and my thoughts disappeared, melting me into the pleasure.
“Do you remember this room bunny?” He asked, his deep husky voice sent chills down my spin, thugging my thigh. That name—only he calls me that, the man in my dreams. Could he be? “No,” I gasped “please” I pleaded as I leaned into the sensation that his fingers pressed close to my entrance, begging for more of his touch. My body quivered, my toes curled, I could already feel my orgasm coming so close and I hoped it wasn't a dream again as I slid my clit over his fingers faster and moaned. “Just like that bunny, slide that cunt on my fingers my hungry little slut,” he whisper in my ears, soft and thrilling, sucking on my neck after each word. “Yes,” I moaned, arching my body to meet his pace before his large palm smacked my bare ass. Sending a spike straight to my feet. “Ohh, fuck yes,” I cried. “I’m cuming” I whispered, trying not to let my voice out.: I bite down on my lips, I couldn't hold it back anymore, i just needed to cum. “This cunt is mine now bunny, every juice you spill is mine, and you're gonna take anything I do to you like a good girl,” he murmured as his fingers pressed against my entrance. “Yes, please,” i pleaded. I wanted him in, all the way in, I've never had a man touch my teenage pussy before, but his touch, made me want more I could already feel my soul leave my body and back. “Spread those legs wider,” he ordered and I obeyed, parting my trembling legs for his pleasure. “Good girl,” he praised, gliding one finger into my entrance. “Fuck bunny, your pussy is so wet for me, you hungry little slut, One day, I'm gonna fuck this pussy so hard till you cry and beg me to make you cum, you're gonna beg me to stop and keep going” he murmured, his fingers stroking my entrance intensely. “Please, I need more, I need you,” I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder. “Ohhh, yes” I cried. “Hmmmm,” he groaned. “Bouncy” he added. I pressed my ass against his hard cock, striding it faster and trying to feel it. I imagined how thick it would be and how wide it would stretch my tight walls. Juice spilled off my entrance, gliding down my thigh swiftly. “I beg you, da…daddy… please make me cum” I pleaded. Then he pulled away, leaving my trembling legs on the spot. I was about to turn when his voice halted me. “Stay right there, I need to admire this pretty view,” he muttered. Groaning as he stepped back to sit on my bed. I stood in place, gasping as my body trembled from the pleasure he had unleashed on me mercilessly. “Look at me bunny,” he said. And I slowly turned. His Adams apple burged as he took me in from the strands of my hair to my toes reminding me of the hunger in his eyes when he saw me naked back home, and I could tell how bad he wanted me, if only he had his way but he chose to torture me first. “Strip, slowly…” he said again. His voice was enough for me to pour out my whole juice uncontrollably, it had a thing on me. I gazed at him as I undid my buttons and slid my pink cotton blouse down my shoulder, his glare on me was cold and authoritative. my eyes traced my fingers as I tried to give him a little show he would never forget. I released my grip on my cloth, letting it slip through my fingers to the floor, exposing my hard plump nipples to the air. Cool breeze brushed over my nipples, making it tingle, and a moan slipped off my lips. “That’s it, bunny” he grunted as his cock jolted, causing my eyes to fly down to his length. I could tell it was huge by looking at it. “Keep going, I love how hard your nipples stare at me, you've got beautiful tiddies bunny,” he praised, giving me more energy to push further. My fingers caressed my skin, creeping down to my waist as I undid my zip slowly, letting my skirt drop seamlessly. My petite body was now exposed, completely naked for only his view aside from the black lace pant still hanging on my waist and I could tell he wanted more. He tilted his head to the back a bit, fighting back the urge to pounce on me. His eyes kept roaming, making me feel so ashamed. “Oh, I guess it's not to your liking…” I concluded as he stayed silent. His glare at me was unbearably uncomfortable until he bit his lips. I quickly tried to cover my boobs with my hands, looking away shyly. “Don’t you dare” he snapped right before I could pick up my clothes. “I really want to fuck between those boobs right now,” he whispered. I bite down on my lower lip, fighting back my moan. He knows just the right words to send me thrilling, I was a bit convinced I wasn't dreaming this time, it usually won't take this long, and I didn't want it to stop. He walked closer to me again, trailing his fingers on my skin as he loosened my grip on my mound. He leaned closer to my mound, his cold tongues swirled on my hard nipples and I snapped, pressing his head harder on my nipple. “Fuck,” it slipped out, faintly. He squeezed as he sucked harder, and my warm juice rolled down my thigh. His fingers crawled back to my thighs pinching my clit so hard. My orgasm rushed close, so close that I couldn't hold back a scream. “Ohh, yes! I'm coming, I'm coming daddy,” I cried and pow! A loud bang resounded on the door, snapping me out of my wild dream again. “Jalen,” I screamed, out of my sleep “What? That can't… it was too…” I stuttered, and a loud laugh caught my attention.Fiona’s POV I barely got the hang of what I saw. The scene looped behind my closed eyes like a broken reel—Marian’s head thrown back, Jordan’s hands possessive and rough like they’ve been together for the longest period, the low growl of his voice that sent thrills down my spine. Every time I tried to push it away, it came back sharper, and more annoyingly ugly. I tried to sleep through it, I really wanted to forget the scene. But sleep didn’t come easily. I tossed severely until the sheets were twisted around my legs, until the ache between my thighs from earlier blended with the nausea in my stomach. Thought ran through my head whether Jalen already knew, whether he’d always known, whether I was the only fool who still believed their marriage was just cold. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the videos, and I couldn't help but notice the way Jordan's strong hands grasped Marian. It was thrilling yet disgusting. Eventually, I drifted into sleep.The next morning arrived
Fiona’s POV“Wait here till the air is clear, then you can go to your room,” he whispered gently, his voice trembling, but his eyes were alert with instinct and danger.My heart pounded as I nodded. I didn’t argue. I trusted him.He slipped past me, pulling the locked-room door shut behind him before anyone could see inside. “Jordan,” he called. “What do you want?” He asked as their footsteps retreated steadily. I let out a faint sigh, I could still hear them speak faintly. I waited until it was completely quiet before stepping out of the room. I was still lost in the fantasy, my lingerie panties hung tightly against my body and my thighs were still soaked leaving me wanting more. I’m always wanting more with him.As soon as I got the perfect time to move out of the room. I seized the opportunity fast. My bare feet tipped silently against the floor until I finally reached my room and shut the door quietly, leaning my back against it as my chest rose and fell. I suddenly felt safe. M
(Fiona’s POV)He carried me straight to his bedroom. For a moment, fear gripped me. I was scared Marian would show up unannounced but he dropped me and squeezed my hands gently, leaving a mark of reassurance on them, and I smiled.He took a long glance at me from head to toe, making me coil before walking to the wardrobe, returning with his grip tightened around a neatly folded pair of Lingries and a mask in his hands. He placed it gently on the bed, and my breath caught.He placed his hand on the bed and leaned closer to meet my gaze. “I'm gonna ask again, Fiona. Are you sure you want to see the room?” he asked, and I nodded in response as my hands trembled beside me. I took a quick glance at the soft bunny-themed lingerie set. White and fluffy with a net mask resting on top.My pulse raced as thoughts of what I would look like in it ran through my head before turning my gaze back to him.“Put them on,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, but laced with a deadly hunger for a dange
Blurry lines(Fiona’s POV)My phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, pulling me out of my sleep as I scratched my eyes to the bright light leaking through the curtains. I groaned softly and reached for my phone, blinking against the screen light filtering through the phone. It was a message from Paris, at an oddly early hour.“I’m outside Jalen’s house, Fi—come out. We need to talk,” my heart skipped. She sounded so hasty and I was curious to know what happened.I sat up instantly as sleep dissolved into my skin. Paris wasn’t the type to show up unannounced unless something truly mattered. I glanced at the time—it was barely past eight and the house was still quiet, so I thoughtI rushed to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and changed into a simple short blue dress and sandals. I brushed my hair to the back before pacing out of the room. I didn’t even stop to think if Jalen or Marian were awake.I slipped out of the house quietly, closing the door behind me.Paris sto
(Fiona’s POV)Ding dong… The doorbell rang again and I startled, turning to Jalen, who still held the key in his hand. His brows tightened before stealing a glance at me.“Are you… expecting someone?” I whispered.“No.” He answered firmly, but uneasy. “Stay here.” He added, slipping the keys back into his pocket and turned toward the stairs. I followed him halfway before stopping at the bend of the hallway, watching him descend until he reached the door.The bell rang the third time—impatiently.Jalen opened the door slowly, gesturing the stranger in, it was a man tall and dressed in ripped jeans. I could only see the back of the tall man at first, an oversized jacket hung around his waist, and heavy boots that seemed heavier than his whole body. He stepped forward and turned slightly—and that was when I saw his cute-looking face.His sharp jaw clenched as he took in the beauty of the house, and his purple eyes were too wild for nicety. A tattoo peeked from his neck, creeping under t
(Fiona’s POV)The night eventually grew quiet as I slouched in my bed, and my body slowly released itself from the tension. I slide my palms across my face, heaving out a sigh. I dragged my hand across my bed, reaching for my phone only to see lots of missed calls. Dad had called me.My heart skipped a beat as thoughts rushed through my head. “Oh my god, could Marian possibly have called my parents? Fuck!”In one swift motion, I swiped over to my phone to check my messages and saw that he had dropped a message. “Marian called earlier to inform us you're doing okay, this is rather unusual but we only wanted to check up on you. Don't disgrace us over there—see you soon.” As much as I wasn't expecting that at all—relief ran through my soul like a flowing river. But barely thirty minutes after, that peace I had was disrupted, something suddenly hit the hallway floor with a loud thud. I flinched.Then another and my stomach clenched. I rushed to my door, peeking through the small keyh







