เข้าสู่ระบบPrescott
The familiar scent of leather and polished wood hit me the second I stepped into my office. One whole week at that ridiculous camp felt like a fever dream. Finally back where I belonged top floor, corner office, king of my father’s empire. My secretary, Lena, was waiting for me like the good little bitch she is, welcome back my Zane. The moment the door clicked shut, she was on her knees unbuckling my belt and freeing my hard cock as she takes it all in slurping on it like a hungry bitch licking and sucking like it’s lollipop fuckkk I’ve missed this. I pull her up and bent over my desk, skirt shoved up around her waist, her pussy was already wet and swollen so wet for me as I shove my cock buried deep inside her. “Fuck, Press… I missed this,” she moaned, pushing back against me as I thrust hard and fast. Papers scattered across the floor. I didn’t care I gripped her hips, pounding into her tight pussy with all the frustration I’d built up at camp. She came first, clenching around me and crying out my name. I followed right after, groaning as I spilled deep inside her. I pulled out, gave her ass a firm slap, and zipped myself up. “Clean yourself up before someone sees,” I told her casually. Lena was still catching her breath when the door swung open without a knock. Marcus walked in, eyebrows raised at the scene. Lena quickly smoothed down her skirt, grabbed some files, and slipped out with a flushed face. Marcus laughed, dropping into the chair across from my desk. “Jesus, man. Not even back a full day and you’re already balls-deep in your secretary. Some things never change.” I smirked, buttoning my shirt. “What can I say? She’s convenient. No drama, no expectations. Exactly how I like it.” He shook his head, amused. “So, how was the camp? You conquer the entire female population up there or what?” I dropped into my leather chair and leaned back, running a hand through my hair. “Mostly, plenty of easy pussy. But there was this one bitch who ruined half my fun.” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Some fatso named Aurora,” I said, the irritation still fresh. “Curvy as hell, but with a mouth on her like a damn sailor. Walked in on me getting head in the bathroom and acted like I committed a crime. Then she spent the whole week cockblocking me with her hot best friend, Zoe.” I scoffed. “Zoe was ready to ride my dick every night. Pretty, tight body, flirty as fuck. But every time I got close, Aurora would drag her away and fill her head with ‘he’s dangerous’ bullshit. Completely killed my chances of fucking Zoe senseless.” Marcus chuckled. “Sounds like she blue-balled you hard.” “More like blue-balled my entire week,” I growled. “Kept glaring at me like I was the devil. Called me a disgusting fuckboy every chance she got. Can you believe that shit? Me.” Marcus leaned forward, clearly entertained. “She must have been something else to get under your skin like this.” “She was nothing,” I lied, waving it off. “Just an annoying, jealous fatso who couldn’t stand watching me enjoy myself. Good riddance. Camp’s over. I’m back to real life now.” But even as I said it, the memory of Aurora’s furious eyes across the bonfire lingered longer than it should have. Marcus grinned. “Well, welcome home, man. Sounds like you need a proper night out to make up for lost time.” I smirked. “Damn right.”Prescott’s POV I left Aurora with Lena and stepped into my office, shutting the glass door behind me. The morning had already been long, and it wasn’t even ten yet I dropped into my chair, loosened my tie slightly, and pulled out my phone. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen almost immediately I answered.“Tell me something useful,” I said, leaning back.Marcus chuckled. “You’re in a mood. How’s life with the new stepsister treating you?”I glanced at the closed door. “She’s stubborn, quiet, and acts like she’s allergic to me. Other than that, the house is still standing.”“You sound entertained.”“I am.” I swiveled my chair toward the window. “It’s interesting having someone around who doesn’t immediately try to impress me she looks at me like I’m a problem she has to tolerate.”Marcus laughed. “That’s new for you anyways I’ve got actual news. My father finally approved the joint deal between our companies, he
AuroraThe moment I stepped out of the elevator behind Prescott, I felt the eyes on me, with women greeting Prescott in a flirty way they all seem to want him and I wonder what they see in him. Zane Enterprises was exactly what I expected sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on the cover of a business magazine. As we walked through the open floor, conversations quieted. I caught the whispers almost immediately.“Who’s that?”“Is she new?”“She’s a little… big for this floor, isn’t she?”“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”The words were soft, but not soft enough. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my back straight and my expression neutral. They had no idea who I was, and I preferred it that way. Dominic had promised the staff wouldn’t be told I was family. Right now, that felt like both a protection and a curse Prescott didn’t seem to notice the murmuring or if he did, he
Aurora’s POV I roll over in the bed again,Sleep was impossible.I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling, when the first sounds reached me through the walls at first it was just a low murmur of voices, then the unmistakable creak of a bedframe. I turned onto my side and pressed the pillow over my ear, hoping it would stop.It didn’t.A woman’s moan cut through the quiet of the mansion loud, shameless, and completely unrestrained. My eyes snapped open anorher moan followed, higher this time, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other I stared at the darkness in disbelief.He had brought someone here.On the second night I was under the same roof.The girl was loud every gasp, every broken cry of his name, every filthy plea seemed to echo down the hallway and straight into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck not from embarrassment alone, but fr
Prescott’s POV I was lying on the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, when the screen lit up with a new message.*Lena: Miss that cock…The text was followed by four photos.I opened them immediately.The first one showed her lying on her bed in nothing but a black lace thong, her full tits pushed together by her arms. The second was a closer shot of her pinching one nipple, lips parted. The third was her on all fours, ass arched high toward the camera, the thin string of the thong disappearing between her cheeks the last one was her fingers spreading her pussy open, already glistening.My cock twitched hard against my sweatpants, fuck. *Lena: Can I come over? I need it rough tonight.I smirked and typed back.*Prescott: Gate code is the same, come now and don’t wear anything under your coat.She replied within seconds.*Lena: On my way.I stood up, adjusted my already th
Aurora’s POV The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day.I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home.I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort.I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two
AuroraThe morning of the wedding arrived with soft golden sunlight and a sky so clear it looked almost painted. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, staring at the soft blush-colored bridesmaid dress. It fit well enough after the alterations, but I still felt expose, the fabric clung to every curve I had spent years trying to minimize I forced my shoulders back anyway. I would not hunch not today.Then my mother stepped out of the dressing room, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.Elena looked breathtaking, her ivory dress was elegant and timeless, with delicate lace that clung to her figure in all the right places before flowing gracefully to the floor. Her hair was swept up in soft waves, a few loose strands framing her face, and a simple pearl necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked radiant younger, lighter, and genuinely happy.“You look beautiful, Mom,” I said, and I meant it with my whole heart.She turned to me, and something softer than usual







