ANMELDEN“I know exactly what it is.” He rubbed slow circles over my asshole, spreading more lube, letting me feel how exposed I was. The pressure increased. The tip of his finger pushed past the resistance and sank into my ass. The stretch was sharper, more intimate, and a broken sound left my throat before I could stop it. He worked the finger deeper in tiny increments, patient and merciless, until it was fully inside.“Breathe,” he ordered quietly. “Don’t clench around my fingers.”I tried so hard. My forehead dropped toward the table. He began to move again—slow thrusts into my ass while his other hand returned to my pussy, two fingers sliding back inside so that I was filled in both places at once. Every time he pushed into my ass, the fingers in my pussy curled. Every time he pulled back, he dragged over the sensitive rim until I was making soft, helpless noises I barely recognized. “Look at you. Bent over in the living room, stuffed full of my fingers, dripping onto the floor becaus
Joanne POV I’m twenty-three, short, thick, and curvy in all the ways that make clothes sit differently on me than they do on other girls. I’ve got full, round tits that bounce when I walk too fast and a plump ass that fills out every pair of jeans I own. I’ve lived in this mansion with my stepfather, Matthew, ever since my mother died six months after she married him. That was almost two years ago. He insists I call him Daddy Matthew, or just Daddy when we’re alone. Most of the time I do it to keep the peace. He has always had rules about me and guys. Don’t stay out late. Don’t let them touch you. Don’t give them the idea that you’re available. I used to think it was just him trying to protect me after Mum died—some leftover sense of duty. I’m an adult. I told him that more than once. I’m twenty-three, not sixteen. No one gets to tell me who I can see or how late I can stay out. Tonight I decided to test that theory. I got home at one in the morning. The moment I stepped through
***Immediately I finished speaking he moved over me, one hand planting beside my head, the other wrapping around the back of my neck as he crushed his mouth against mine. It wasn’t gentle. It was the kiss of a man who’d been backed into a corner and decided he was going to take something back while he still could. I kissed him just as hard, teeth scraping, tongue pushing into his mouth like I was the one in charge—which, let’s be honest, I still was.When he finally pulled back I was breathing harder and my crazy little smile was still right there.“That’s more like it,” I said, “I was starting to think you’d gone soft on me.”“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in it. His eyes were locked on my tits as he reached down and grabbed one, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. “You’ve been walking around this house with these. You think I never noticed?”“I know you noticed.” I arched into his hand, pushing more of the soft weight into his palm. “You just never had the
He still hadn’t moved. He simply sat there naked on the edge of my mother’s bed with his cock out and that calculation running behind his eyes. I kept my phone in my hand, thumb resting near the screen like I might press send at any second. “Well?” I said, tilting my head. “I’m waiting. You’ve got that look like you’re trying to figure out how to buy me off or scare me into shutting up. Go on. Try it. I dare you.” He exhaled slowly through his nose. “What do you want, Rashta?” I smiled wider. The kind of smile that made people nervous. “Oh, we’re getting somewhere. Direct question. I like that.” I took another step closer until my knees almost brushed his again. My big tits were right in his line of sight and I made zero effort to hide them. “I want a lot of things. But right now? I want you to admit you’ve been fucking other women in this bed every time Mum leaves town. Say it out loud.” His jaw flexed. “I’ve been—” “Say the words.” He stared at me for a long second. “I
Rashta.My name is Rashta. I’m twenty-six, I’ve got big tits and a small ass that still turns heads when I want it to. And right now, I’m standing in the hallway outside my mother’s bedroom, watching my stepdad’s soft, shiny cock while the bitch he just finished fucking walks out the front door.I told him I was going out. Same lie I always use. Mum’s been on a work trip for two days, and this arrogant piece of shit has already cycled through two different women like the house is his personal whorehouse. He doesn’t even try to hide it. He just walks around like I can’t do a damn thing about it.Tonight, I went two streets over, came in through the back door I left unlocked, and went straight upstairs. I left my bedroom door cracked. When the doorbell rang, I was already in position.I heard him on the phone, voice all casual and cocky.“You’re at the door? I’ll be there in a second.”Then he walked right past my door in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. First time I’d ever seen him
***He went quiet again, and I could feel the tension in the way his fingers rested against my skin, neither pulling away nor moving. Finally, he spoke, “What exactly are you asking me for, Diane? I need you to say it clearly so there is no misunderstanding.”I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to be fully honest. “I want you to take me. I want you to fuck my ass, here on this mat, while I am already open and vulnerable like this. I have thought about it for a long time, and I want it to be you who shows me how it feels.”The silence that followed was crazy. I remained still, giving him every opportunity to refuse, to step back, to end it.“I need a moment,” he said. “This is not a decision I can make in the space of a few minutes while my hands are still on you.”I nodded against the mat, my pulse still racing. “Take whatever time you need. I will not push further if you decide against it.”He withdrew his hands slowly and sat back on his heels behind me. For near
"Clothes off"------ The third night, Lucas didn’t waste any time with pleasantries. The moment he stepped inside, he gave me one of those intense stares and said, “Bedroom. Clothes off. All of them.” I gulped. “Straight to business, huh? No ‘hello, how was your day, chaos gremlin?’” “Clothes.
"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
WRONG NEIGHBOR 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."MIA'S POV"I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.My
.........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







