Mag-log inI was still catching my breath when Jake flipped me onto my stomach. My face pressed into the pillow, ass up high, knees spread wide. Cum from before leaked slow down my inner thighs, sticky and warm. My pussy throbbed, oversensitive but already hungry again. Nipples scraped the sheets, hard and sore from all the sucking and biting.
He knelt behind me. Big hands grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them wide. I felt so open. Exposed. His thumbs pulled me apart even more.
“Look at this,” he said low. “Pussy all red and puffy. Still dripping my cum. And this tight little asshole winking at me.”
I whimpered. Face hot. But I pushed back anyway. Wanted him to see. Wanted him to touch.
He slapped my ass once, hard. The sting made me gasp. Then again on the other cheek. Left them burning.
“You like that?” he asked. Voice rough.
“Yes…”
Another slap. Sharper. I moaned into the pillow.
“Good girl. Keep that ass up.”
I heard the lube bottle click open again. Cool drip right on my hole. Ran down to mix with the mess already there.
His finger circled slow. Teasing the rim. Pressing just enough to make me twitch.
“Relax for me, baby. Gonna open you up while I fuck this greedy cunt.”
I breathed deep. Tried to loosen. He pushed one finger in. Slow. Past the tight ring. It burned sweet. I moaned loud.
“Fuck… so tight,” he growled. Pumped in and out gentle at first. Letting me get used to it.
Then he added a second. Stretched me wider, I rocked back, chasing the feeling.
“Like having your ass played with?” he asked.
“Yes… god yes… feels so dirty…”
He chuckled. “Dirty little neighbor. Watching me fuck someone else, now begging me to finger your virgin hole.”
His other hand slid under me. Two fingers pushed into my pussy.
Now I had fingers in both holes. Moving together. In and out. Wet sounds everywhere. My whole body shook.
“Gonna make you cum like this,” he said. “Ass and pussy stuffed. Then I’m gonna pound you so hard you forget your own name.”
He sped up. Fingers slamming deep in both places. Thumb from his pussy hand found my clit. Rubbed fast.
I was gone.
Screamed into the pillow. Squirted hard, messy, soaking the sheets, his wrist, my thighs. Waves kept coming. Couldn’t stop shaking.
He pulled his fingers out slow. Left my holes empty and fluttering. Aching.
“Turn over.”
I rolled onto my back. Legs shaky. Spread them wide without him asking.
He grabbed my ankles. Pushed my knees back toward my chest. Folded me in half. Ass lifted off the bed. Everything on display.
“Look at you,” he said. “Holes winking. Begging for more.”
His cock was rock hard again. Thick. Veins bulging.
He lined up at my pussy. Pushed in one hard thrust. Buried balls-deep.
I cried out. Full again. So deep this way.
He started pounding, this time brutal and fast. Bed shaking.
Every thrust pushed my knees higher. Made me feel split open.
He leaned down. Mouth on my nipple again. Sucked hard while he fucked me. Bit the tip.
The pain and pleasure mixed. Made me dizzy.
“These tits bounce so pretty when I fuck you,” he growled around my nipple.
He switched to the other one. Sucked deep. Teeth grazing. Hand pinching the first one hard.
I was moaning nonstop. Couldn’t think.
He pulled his mouth off with a wet pop. Looked down at where we joined.
“Watch my cock stretch this cunt.”
I looked. Saw him sliding in and out. Thick shaft coated in my slick and his cum. Pussy lips gripping him tight.
“So fucking wet,” he said. “Taking me so good.”
He slowed just enough to reach down. Thumb pressed my clit.
Then his other hand slid back. One finger pushed into my ass again. Easy this time—still loose from before.
Two holes filled. Cock pounding my pussy. Finger fucking my ass. Thumb on my clit.
I lost it.
“Jake... fuck... I’m gonna cum again...”
“Do it,” he snarled. “Cum all over this dick. Squeeze me.”
I shattered. Harder than before. Pussy spasming wild. Ass clamping his finger. Squirting in messy bursts. Soaked his abs. The bed. Everything.
He kept slamming through it. Making me ride the high until I was sobbing.
Then he pulled out sudden. Cock shiny and throbbing.
“On your knees. Face down. Ass up again.”
I scrambled into position. Cheek to the mattress. Ass high.
He spread me wide. Slapped my pussy once, sharp sting right on my clit. I yelped.
Then his cock was back at my entrance. Pushed in hard.
But this time he didn’t stop there.
He pulled out slow. Then pressed the head higher. Right against my asshole.
My breath caught.
“Relax,” he whispered. “Just the tip tonight. Gonna tease this hole while I finger your pussy.”
He pushed. Slow. The head popped past the ring. Burned so good. Stretched tight around him.
I moaned loud. Pushed back a little.
“Fuck… so tight,” he rasped. Stayed still. Let me feel it.
Then his fingers slid into my pussy. Three thick ones.
Cockhead in my ass. Fingers fucking my cunt.
The fullness was insane. Dirty. Perfect.
He rocked shallow. Tiny thrusts in my ass. Fingers slamming deep.
He pulled out slow. Popped free. Then slammed back into my pussy. Fucked me rough.
“Gonna fill this cunt again,”
One last deep thrust, then he collapsed on top of me. Heavy. Breathing hard against my neck.
He kissed my shoulder.
“Mine,” he murmured again.
I smiled. I was so exhausted.
“Yours.”
He rolled us to the side. Stayed inside me. Arms wrapped tight.
We lay there quiet for a minute.
Then he whispered in my ear.
“Tomorrow night. My place again. I'll use the plug in my drawer on you."
“Yeah. We’re just getting started.”
I closed my eyes. Already counting the hours.
The weekend blurred into a haze of sex, sweat, and surrender. By Sunday night, I had lost count of how many times Damien had taken me. Against the windows. On the kitchen island. In the luxurious bathtub. Bent over his desk while he whispered filthy promises in my ear. Now, as the city lights twinkled below, I lay exhausted on the massive bed, my body marked with bites, handprints, and the evidence of his many releases still leaking from me. Damien lay beside me, propped on one elbow, tracing a finger slowly down my stomach. “You’re staying tonight too right,” he said. It wasn’t a question. I turned my head to look at him. “I have work tomorrow.” “Call in sick.” His hand slid between my legs, fingers gently stroking my swollen, cum-filled pussy. “Tell them you’re not feeling well. Because you won’t be able to walk properly after what I’m about to do to you.” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them lazily. I moaned softly, my hips twitching despite how sore I was.
Damien carried me from the window to the massive bed without pulling out of me. He laid me down on my back and hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half as he drove back inside with deep, punishing strokes. The new angle made him feel even bigger. Every thrust hit so deep I could barely breathe through the pleasure. “Look at me,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “I want you to remember exactly who’s fucking you right now.” I couldn’t look away. His powerful body moved above me, muscles flexing with every thrust, sweat glistening on his skin. He fucked me harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the penthouse. “Damien…” I moaned, my nails digging into his arms. He leaned down and bit my neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark. “Say my name again when you come.” He reached between us and rubbed my clit in fast, rough circles. The pressure built rapidly. I came with a sharp cry, my pussy clenching tightly around his cock as pleasure tore t
The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, casting a soft glow over our tangled bodies. I lay on Damien’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his fingers traced lazy patterns down my spine. We had barely slept. After the intense night of fucking in every room, we had dozed off for a few hours only to wake up and start again, slower this time, more intimate, but no less consuming. Damien’s hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing possessively. “You’re still leaking my cum,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “I like you like this. Marked. Owned.” I shivered at his words. “You’re insatiable.” “Only for you.” He tilted my chin up and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine. His cock was already hardening against my thigh. He rolled us so I was beneath him again. This time, he took his time, kissing every inch of my body, sucking marks onto my breasts and inner thighs, worshipping me with his mouth until I was trembling and begging.
Damien didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He pulled out of me slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from my pussy onto the expensive couch. Then he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing and carried me to the master bedroom. The room was massive, dominated by a huge bed with black silk sheets. He laid me down in the center and stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off the rest of his clothes. His body was perfect, hard muscle, tattoos snaking across his chest and arms, and that thick cock already hardening again. “On your back,” he ordered. “Legs spread wide. I want to see everything.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs for him. Damien climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock through my cum-slick folds, teasing me. “You’re still dripping with me,” he murmured. “Good. I want you messy tonight.” He pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I moaned loudly, my back arching o
The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the city far below. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the glittering lights of the skyline, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. I shouldn’t be here. I knew that. But I came anyway. The elevator dinged behind me. I didn’t turn around. I already knew who it was. Damien Voss. The man who had ruined me once. The man I had spent the last few months secretly seeing again, first as my boss’s wife’s affair partner, then as the dangerous stranger in the truck, and now… as the one person I couldn’t quit. He stepped into the room, his presence filling the space immediately. I felt him before I saw him, that heavy, commanding energy that always made my knees weak. “You came,” he said, voice low and rough. I finally turned. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing those strong forearms covered in ink. His green eyes locked onto mine with dark intensity. “You knew I would,”
The third and final night on the island felt different. We had already crossed every boundary. He had taken me in every room, every position, every hole. I had surrendered completely, body, mind, and will. Yet as the sun dipped below the horizon on our last evening together, the air between us felt heavier, more charged, like we both knew this night would decide everything. He prepared a private dinner on the cliffside terrace. Candles flickered in glass lanterns, the ocean roared far below, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and tropical flowers. I wore nothing but a sheer black robe he had chosen for me, open at the front, leaving my body on full display for him. He sat across from me in a simple black shirt, the top buttons undone, watching me with those intense dark eyes as we ate slowly, oysters, fresh seafood, champagne, and ripe strawberries. Every bite felt sensual. Every look he gave me made my skin heat. After dinner, he took my hand and led me to the master b
I spent the whole day nervous. Couldn’t focus on anything. Every time I sat down to read or scroll my phone, I remembered his fingers inside me. The way he called me a dirty little voyeur. The taste of myself on his skin.By eight-thirty I was a mess. I quickly showered and shaved, making sure ever
I couldn’t sleep again. The walls in this new apartment building were paper thin, and the guy next door, Jake, I think that's his name, never seemed to care who heard him.It was past midnight. I was curled up in bed with my Kindle, trying to read some boring romance, but my mind kept wandering. Th
I woke up tangled in Jake’s sheets, body sore in the best way. Sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds, hitting my skin. My nipples were still tender from all the sucking and biting. Between my legs everything felt swollen, sticky, used. Cum had dried on my thighs overnight.Jake was already
He carried me down the short hallway like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, dress still bunched at my hips, cum from earlier dripping down my thighs. Every step rubbed his hard cock against my soaked pussy, teasing me, making me whimper into his neck.He kicked his bedroom door o







