登入The first time my mother kissed him in front of me, I hated how jealous I felt.It should have been my lips on his, not hers.My mother said he's be spending the night after dinner. I couldn't tell if I was excited at that news or scared. After dinner, I didn't wait around. I couldn't stay around him without touching myself. Fuck, it took everything in me not to part my legs on the dining table and rub my swollen clit for him to see what he was doing to me.I rushed to my room immediately, looking the door behind me. The moment I got in my bed, my fingers were already inside me."Fuck... Noah... " I moaned softly, the sound of his name sent more heat through me as I thrusted my fingers faster. I quickly opened my phone till I found his picture.The sight took me off guard. "Ughhhh..." My moans grew louder. Using one hand to cover my mouth while the other was still inside me.I worked my way faster and faster till I felt my orgasm build up. I didn't stop till the pleasure took over me
I lay on bed, staring at a photo of my mother's new fiancé while touching my tits. The sight of him alone made me horny. My aunt had sent me his photo earlier after she disclosed the latest news. “Vivian left Victor,” my aunt had announced dramatically over the phone like she was delivering breaking national news instead of talking about my mother’s latest failed relationship. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, stirring cold coffee with complete disinterest. “Okay?” “Okay?” she repeated. “Stacy, they were together for almost three years.” I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me. “And?” “You really don’t care?” A laugh escaped me. “Not particularly.” Because honestly? Victor being gone wasn’t exactly some tragic loss. If anything, the house finally felt breathable again. The man had spent three years pretending he was charming while secretly flirting with waitresses young enough to call him sir. My mother cried for two weeks after the breakup. I lasted maybe two minute
I couldn’t focus on the spreadsheets open in front of me or the emails piling up in my inbox.All I could think about was Caleb.The memory of his hands on my body lingered like heat trapped beneath my skin. Every small movement reminded me of what happened in the backseat of that car. The way he touched me. The way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me.I shifted slightly in my office chair, pressing my thighs together.God. I was still sore and embarrassingly wet.My phone buzzed suddenly across the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts.Adrian. My stomach dropped instantly.For a second, all I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat and a memory of my moans.He knew.Why else would he keep calling after I ignored him earlier? I remembered seeing his name flash across my screen while Caleb was fucking me, his cock thrusting deep while I tried not to scream.A sharp wave of guilt hit me unexpectedly.I grabbed the phone quickly, fixing my voice before answering.“Hello?”“He
My husband hired a new driver two weeks ago and the thought of him has gotten my pussy wet every night since.That's how badly I've been having sex dreams of him. Do I feel ashamed? Hell no.Adrian, my husband mentioned him once over dinner, something about needing a replacement driver after the last one left without notice. That was all he said before moving on to a call he deemed more important than finishing his meal or talking to me.I didn’t think about it then.But I noticed Caleb the very next morning, especially his cock.“Good morning, ma’am.” he said softly as he opened the car door for me. My face had been buried in my tablet, scrolling through emails to get my mind off the heat between my legs. I didn't look up until the engine started, and our eyes locked in the mirror. His hand moved quickly from his legs to the arm rest and I saw, just slightly, the bulge straining against his trousers that he was trying to hide.It happened again that evening. And the next day.And th
Laila's pov I dropped my napkin. It was the only way to break the spell before I made a sound that would ruin everything."I’ll get it," I muttered.Under the table, Ryan’s fingers gave one last, hard fuck inside me before he pulled away. I almost fell off my chair. I scrambled to my feet, not even looking at the floor for the napkin."I need to use the restroom," I said. I didn't wait for anyone to answer.I walked fast, my thighs rubbing together, still feeling his fingers inside me. I made it to the hallway bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. I leaned against the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. My face was bright red. My hair was a mess. I looked exactly like a girl who was being fucked at a breakfast table.A second later, the handle turned. Then a soft knock."Laila. Open up."It was Ryan.I unlocked it just enough for him to shove his way in. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed me, lifted me up, and sat me on the cold marble counter. My skirt was up in seconds
Laila's povThe wood of the door was against my spine as Ethan’s knuckles hit against the other side."Laila? Are you there?"Ryan didn’t move. If anything, the sound of Ethan’s voice made his grip on my waist tighter until his blunt nails dug into my skin. He was still buried deep inside me, and I could feel how hard he had gotten, fueled by the adrenaline of nearly being caught.I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper. I had to be silent. If I breathed too loud, it would be over.Ryan leaned in, his lips grazing my ear. "Don't make a sound," he whispered. Then, he shoved himself deeper into me.He didn't thrust quickly. He withdrew slowly, inch by inch, until he was almost out, before sliding back in with a force that made my toes curl against the floor. It was a torture of the best kind. I buried my face in his neck, holding back a moan. "I think I heard something," Ethan’s voice came again, closer to the handle this time.Ryan’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and challengin







