FAZER LOGINPrescott’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 thickening cock, and headed upstairs to my room. The house was quiet Aurora had gone to her room hours ago good, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her judgmental eyes tonight. Twenty minutes later, I heard the front door open soft footsteps came up the stairs. I left my bedroom door open and waited. Lena appeared in the doorway wearing a long coat. The moment she saw me, she untied the belt and let it fall open. She was completely naked underneath, just like I told her, her nipples were already hard, her skin slightly flushed. “Get in here and close the door,” I said, my voice low. She stepped inside and pushed the door shut. I didn’t give her time to speak I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and pushed her face-down onto my bed. She let out a soft gasp that turned into a moan when I yanked her hips up so her ass was in the air. “Missed this, didn’t you?” I muttered, sliding my hand between her legs, slightly rubbing her throbbing pussy she was already soaked and dripping my fingers glided through her wet folds, and she pushed back against my hand greedily. “Yes… fuck, yes,” she whimpered. I pulled my sweatpants down just enough to free my cock It was already hard and heavy. I rubbed the thick head up and down her dripping slit, coating myself in her wetness, before thrusting in deep in one smooth stroke. Lena cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. I didn’t give her time to adjust as I started fucking her hard and deep, my hips slamming against her ass with every thrust. The wet sound of my cock driving into her filled the room. “So fucking tight,” I growled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “You came over here just to get used like this, didn’t you?” “Yes…ah…yes, use me,” she moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. I reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her head back as I pounded into her. Her tits swung with the force of my thrusts. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle, then did it again until her skin turned pink. “Harder,” she begged. “Please, Press—fuck me harder.” I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs open wide. squeezing and fondling her boobs then I slammed back inside her, burying myself to the hilt. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry I leaned over her and started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes, watching her face the entire time. Her pussy clenched around me every time I bottomed out. She was dripping, wetness coating my cock and smearing across her thighs. I spat on her clit and rubbed it with my thumb while I continued to thrust, and she nearly sobbed from the pleasure. “You love being my dirty little fucktoy,” I muttered against her ear. “Say it.” “I love being your fucktoy,” she gasped. “I love your cock…don’t stop…” I fucked her through one orgasm, then another, until her legs were shaking and she was dripping down onto the sheets. Only then did I pull out, as she went down on her knees to worship my cock taking it all in in one slurp stroke it cock as she sucks on it as I spill thick ropes of cum across her face and tits with a low groan. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was both of us catching our breath. Lena looked up at me with glassy eyes and a satisfied smile. “I needed that.” I already stepped back and pulled my sweatpants up. “You know where the bathroom is. Clean up before you leave.” She pouted slightly but didn’t argue, she knew the routine they all do,no staying over, no cuddling and no expectations. As she disappeared into my bathroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair. My body was satisfied, but my mind was already drifting. Somewhere down the hall, Aurora was sleeping in one of the rooms — stubborn, sharp-tongued, and completely off-limits in every way that should matter. And I’m sure she must have heard sounds if what just happened. I looked toward the door, jaw tightening slightly.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







