LOGIN“Uncle Stephen… I’m getting close again… please… please keep going…” He answered by sucking my clit more firmly and slipping one finger back inside me, curling it against the same spot he had found earlier. I was shaking again, pulling his hair hard enough that it must have hurt, yet he only pressed closer and worked me with the same focused patience. “Don’t stop… Daddy… I’m going to come on your tongue… fuck—” My second orgasm built slower this time but felt even deeper. I held his head exactly where I needed it and let the pleasure take me, moaning his names while his tongue and finger kept me riding the wave for as long as he could. “Uncle Stephen… if you keep licking me like that, I’m going to come again before you even get inside me.” He pulled his mouth away just long enough to answer, lips still shiny with me. “That was the plan, baby. But I’m done tasting for now.” Before I could catch my breath, he slid both arms under me and lifted me off the couch as if I weighed not
He curled them immediately, then spread them apart and brought them together again, scissoring gently against my inner walls. The sensation was sharp and full at the same time. Every time he opened his fingers, I felt myself clench around him, trying to keep him deeper. “Daddy… yes, just like that… don’t stop…” Uncle Stephen kept the motion steady, twisting his wrist so the pads of his fingers dragged along the front wall with every scissor. His mouth never left my breast. He sucked harder whenever my hips jerked, the wet pull of his lips matching the wet sound of his fingers working inside me. “You’re so tight,” he murmured against my skin. “Gripping me like you never want me to leave.” “I don’t,” I gasped. “I want them deeper… please, Uncle, put them deeper—” He gave me what I asked for. The fingers pushed in to the last knuckle and spread again, slow and relentless. My head fell back. Continuous moans spilled out of me without any real shape—high, broken. I could no
I wrapped both hands around him and began to stroke. My palms slid from the base all the way to the head and back again, spreading the clear fluid that had already gathered at the tip.I twisted my wrists on every upward pass, watching the way the skin moved over the hard core, feeling every vein and ridge. I leaned in and ran my tongue along the underside in one long, slow lick from root to tip, tasting him. Then I opened my mouth and took the head inside.I could not fit everything. Not even close. My lips stretched wide around the thickest part of the head, and when I pushed forward I only managed a few inches before the blunt pressure hit the back of my throat and forced me to stop.I breathed through my nose and worked with what I could take, bobbing slowly, letting saliva coat the shaft so my hands could stroke the remaining length in time with my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder on every withdrawal, swirling my tongue around the ridge, pressing it against the sens
~VERONICA.“No… no, this cannot be,” I muttered, pressing both hands over my face and then dragging them through my hair as if I could somehow scramble the image in front of me. Everything else in the room seemed to disappear.Why was Uncle Stephen standing there? My aunt’s husband. The gentle man who always smiled politely when I visited, who asked about school and poured drinks and never raised his voice. The same man whose quiet, ordinary face I had seen for years.It made no sense. I forced myself to look at him again, hoping the features would rearrange themselves into someone else.They did not.He had been surprised too. I saw it flicker across his face for a brief second before he smoothed it away the way only a man practiced at hiding things could.The expression that replaced it was calm, almost amused, and that small, knowing smirk made me want to kick him. The only thing that stopped me was the ridiculous, traitorous thought that I could not risk damaging the very 'thing'
I stood in front of the place for a long moment after the taxi drove away, taking in the place that was supposed to change everything. It was a villa, moderate in size rather than grand, with clean lines and well-kept hedges that made it look quietly expensive.The single gate stood open, almost as if it had been left that way on purpose. I walked through it and followed the short path to the front door, my bag hanging from one shoulder and my pulse already a little too fast.I knocked once, gently. Then a second time. My hand was raised for the third when the door swung open.The man who stood there was not the one I had expected.He looked about twenty-three or twenty-five at most, tall and solidly built, with the kind of easy handsomeness that made my thoughts stumble. Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a body that filled out his simple shirt in a way that suggested regular, serious training.For a second, I forgot how to speak.“You must be Veronica,” he said, stepping aside. “Come in. Fre
I joined my mother in the kitchen and helped her carry the dishes to the dining table. The three of us sat down together the way we always did when no one was rushing off somewhere. Conversation flowed easily at first—small comments about the food, a story my father told about work, my mother’s usual remarks about the neighbors. I answered when spoken to and even managed a few smiles, yet my mind stayed fixed on the phone I had left upstairs. Every few minutes I felt the pull of it, as though the device itself were calling me back.Eventually, I set my fork down and stood. “I will be right back,” I told them, already moving toward the stairs before either of them could ask why.In my room, I unlocked the screen and found the reply waiting. An address. A clear invitation to come tonight if I was free. Beneath it, a short, deliberate message about how my breasts and ass had looked in the photographs I had sent. The words were soft enough to feel almost gentle, yet they landed with the f
TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.Late Night Training"RILEY'S POV"The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low
"The Chaos Gremlin Strikes Back"The next evening I was a nervous wreck.I had spent the entire day overthinking everything. What if Lucas thought I was too loud? Too weird? Too much of a walking disaster? What if he changed his mind and decided the 24-year-old chaos gremlin next door wasn’t worth
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.........Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudde







