LOGINI was a nervous wreck waiting for Victor.
I had spent the entire day replaying what happened on my couch yesterday— his mouth between my legs, the way he made me come so hard I saw stars, the tender way he held me afterwards. My body ached for more. My heart was already in dangerous territory. At exactly 8 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there he was -- Victor, looking devastating in a black button-down and jeans. The moment he stepped inside, I locked the door behind him with a loud, deliberate click. We both paused, listening to the silence of the apartment. “We can’t get caught,” he said immediately, voice low and rough as he pulled me into his arms. “Not ever. Your father… this would destroy him.” “I know,” I whispered against his chest, breathing in his scent. “Door’s locked. No one’s coming over. Just us.” That was all it took. Victor kissed me like a man who had been starving for years. His mouth claimed mine, deep and possessive, while his big hands roamed over my body. I was only wearing a thin silk robe with nothing underneath. He groaned when he realized, sliding his hands inside to cup my bare ass and pull me flush against his growing erection. “Fuck, Lena… I’ve been hard all day thinking about you,” he murmured, kissing down my neck and sucking gently on the sensitive skin. “I tried to talk myself out of coming back, but I couldn’t stay away.” We barely made it to the couch. He pushed me down gently and opened my robe, exposing my naked body completely. His eyes darkened with raw hunger as he took in my heavy breasts and the wetness already glistening between my thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said reverently, leaning down to suck one nipple into his hot mouth. He lavished attention on my breasts — licking, sucking, gently biting until I was squirming and moaning beneath him. “Victor…” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair. He moved lower, spreading my legs wide. This time he didn’t tease. He devoured me. His tongue licked broad, filthy strokes over my swollen clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside my pussy. “Shhh, baby,” he reminded me, looking up with glistening lips. “We have to stay quiet. Can’t let anyone hear how wet your dad’s best friend is making you.” The dirty reminder sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. I bit my lip hard as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit, bringing me to the edge fast and mercilessly. I came hard, thighs clamping around his head, muffling my cry into a pillow. Victor didn’t give me time to recover. He stood up, stripping off his shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest and strong arms. When he dropped his pants, his cock sprang free — thick, long, and rock hard, the head already leaking precum. I eagerly reached for him, stroking his length. “I need you inside me.” He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Are you sure? Once I’m inside you, everything changes.” “I’m sure. I want you. All of you.” Victor sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap, guiding his thick cock to my entrance. Slowly, I sank down onto him. The stretch was intense — he was much bigger than anyone I’d ever had. I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. “Fuck, Lena… you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “So perfect.” We started moving together. I rode him slowly at first, savoring every inch, while he kissed my breasts and neck. But the hunger quickly took over. He thrust up hard, hands gripping my ass as he fucked me deeper. “Ride me, baby,” he growled quietly. “Take what you need.” The couch creaked beneath us. I had to keep reminding myself to stay quiet, biting his shoulder to muffle my moans as pleasure built. Victor’s cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. “We can’t get caught,” he whispered again, even as he pounded into me harder. “This is our secret. Your tight little pussy is mine now.” The mix of raw filth and tender possession made me lose control. I came again, clenching hard around his cock. Victor groaned, flipping us so I was on my back on the couch. He drove into me with deep, powerful strokes, one hand covering my mouth to quiet my cries. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. Our eyes locked as he fucked me. The intensity was overwhelming — raw lust mixed with something much deeper. When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and filled me with thick, hot spurts of cum, groaning my name against my neck. ---------- In my bedroom, The conversation turned heated again. This time we made love slower, more romantically. Face to face, eyes locked, his cock sliding deep inside me while he whispered sweet, filthy things. “You feel like home,” he breathed, thrusting slowly and deeply. “I’m falling so hard for you, baby.” I came again, softer this time, and he followed right after, filling me once more. We stayed tangled together, his arms wrapped protectively around me. “I don’t want this to end,” I whispered.The next evening, after another long day of pretending to work while replaying our balcony kiss on loop, my doorbell rang again.I opened it to find Charles holding a bottle of wine and wearing that dangerous smirk I was starting to crave.“I come in peace,” he said, holding up the bottle. “And excellent wine. Can I tempt you?”I leaned against the doorframe, trying to look unimpressed even though my heart was racing. “Depends. Are you going to behave?”“Probably not.”I laughed and let him in.We didn’t even make it to the couch.The moment the door closed, he set the wine down and pulled me into his arms. This kiss was different from the balcony — hungrier, more desperate. His hands roamed down my back and gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him.“Fuck, Amy,” he groaned against my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”I melted into him, my fingers threading through his hair as I kissed him back just as hard. We stumbled toward the couch, laughing when we nearly tripp
I was halfway through my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened it without looking, expecting another passive-aggressive note or delivery.Instead, a very elegant, very beautiful woman in her late twenties stood there holding a tray of pastries and two coffees.“Hi!” she said brightly. “You must be Amy. I’m Sophia — Charles’s sister. He told me all about you!”I blinked. “He… what?”She breezed past me into my apartment like we were old friends. “He said you’re the fiery neighbor who keeps him on his toes. I had to meet the woman who finally got under his skin. Here, I brought breakfast!”I stood there like an idiot as she set everything on my kitchen island and started unpacking croissants, muffins, and fruit.“Um… Sophia, right?” I said slowly. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”She waved a hand. “Oh please, call me Sophie. Charles never shuts up about you. ‘Sophie, she threatened me with a dildo.’ ‘Sophie, she’s so stubborn.’ ‘Sophie, she has the cutest angry face
The next morning, I decided I needed to regain control of my life. Today, I would be cool, collected, and completely unbothered by him.That resolution lasted until I went down to the laundry room.I was loading my clothes into the washing machine when I heard the door open behind me. I didn’t even need to turn around. I already knew who it was.“Well, well,” Charles’s deep voice echoed off the tiled walls. “If it isn’t my favorite angry neighbor.”I turned slowly, trying to look unimpressed. He was leaning against one of the dryers in a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants, holding a basket of laundry like some kind of arrogant laundry model.“Don’t you have servants for this?” I asked sweetly. “Or do billionaires actually do their own socks?”He grinned and started loading his machine. “I like doing things myself. Gives me a sense of accomplishment. Plus, I get to run into delightful people like you.”I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly strained something. “Delightful? Last time I che
I had just finished a long client call when the doorbell rang. I opened the door expecting my usual fabric samples. Instead, I was greeted by a very confused delivery man holding an enormous box.“Delivery for Amy Thompson,” he said, struggling with the weight. “It’s… uh… marked as fragile and adult.”I stared at the box. The return address was some company called “Pleasure Palace.” My face turned bright red.“That is not for me!” I hissed.The delivery guy shrugged. “It has your name and apartment number. Sign here.”I signed quickly and dragged the massive box inside, slamming the door behind me. My hands were shaking as I tore it open.Inside was the most ridiculous collection of adult toys I had ever seen. A massive purple dildo with rotating beads, a vibrating wand the size of my forearm, several bottles of “extra slippery” lube, and a note that read:Thought you could use some stress relief after all that banging on my wall. Enjoy, sweetheart. – CI was going to kill him.I sto
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..“So good,” I gasped between moans. “You are hitting everything. I am so close already.”He slapped my ass lightly, the sting adding to the pleasure. “Come for me then. I want to feel it.”I came hard, crying out his name as my arms gave out and I pressed my chest into the couch. Richie kept thrusting through it, then slowed and pulled out. “Not done with you yet. Let me try something else.”He guided me to stand up, turning me to face him. “Against the wall this time. Wrap your legs around me.”I pressed my back to the wall as he lifted me. I locked my ankles behind his back. He entered me again in one deep stroke. This angle felt even more intense. “Oh god, Richie. You are so deep like this.”He thrust up into me, strong and steady. “I love holding you like this. Feeling your tits against my chest while I fuck you.” He kissed me messily, then moved his mouth to my neck, sucking lightly. “Tell me another style you want. I will give you everything tonight.”“On top again,” I pant
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