تسجيل الدخولChapter 6 I couldn’t answer, my moans were muffled by the tablecloth beneath my cheek. Ken’s hand tangled in my hair again, yanking my head up so my back arched, my ass lifting just enough to give him a better angle. His other hand slid around my throat, his fingers pressing lightly against my pulse. “Beg,” he demanded, his voice a growl. “Beg me to fuck you harder.”My voice was a whisper, my words forced out between ragged breaths. “Please… Ken… harder… I need it!” My plea turned into a choked gasp as his grip on my throat tightened, just for a second, before his hand dropped to my hip, his fingers bruising into my flesh. He laughed, a dark, cruel sound, and gave me exactly what I begged for. His thrusts turned punishing, his cock slamming into me with enough force to make the table shake. My body shook with the impact, my nails scraping against the wood as I tried to anchor myself.Ken’s free hand slid down, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in rough, demanding circles. M
Chapter 5The scent of roasted beef and red wine lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest hint of my perfume, something floral, delicate, the kind of fragrance that made Ken’s fingers twitch with the need to ruin it all. I sat across from him, my hands folded neatly in my lap, but my eyes betrayed me. They flicked to his for the briefest second, dark and hungry, before darting away again. That was all the invitation he needed.Ken’s gaze locked onto mine, unblinking, Now. His fingers curled around the edge of the tablecloth, knuckles whitening for just a moment before he let his hand slip beneath the table, disappearing into the dark space between them. My breath hitched, my chest rising just a fraction higher, but I didn’t pull away. I never did.His palm found my thigh first, his fingers splaying wide, gripping the soft flesh just above my knee with enough pressure to leave marks. I shifted in my seat, my skirt riding up just an inch, granting him access. His hand slid high
Chapter 4I looked up as he entered, and Ken didn’t speak. He just held up his phone, his thumb hovering over the play button.My breath hitched. “Ken?”He pressed play.The moans filled the room instantly, thick and obscene, the wet sounds of my fingers fucking myself echoing off the walls. My face paled, then flushed red, my lips parting in horror as my own voice, my own fucking voice, begged for more, louder, harder.“Oh fuckkk yes! just like that!”Ken’s cock was thick and hard in his pants. He took a step closer, watching the way my thighs pressed together, the way my nipples hardened under my thin top. “You didn’t think I’d find these, did you?” His voice was a low growl, the kind that made my skin prickle. “All these little recordings. All these moans.” He tilted his head, the audio playing on, my whimpers filling the space between us. “You like being heard, don’t you, Anna? You like knowing someone might listen.”I swallowed hard, my fingers digging into the couch cushions.
Chapter 3Before I could recover, I felt the slick press of his finger against my ass, teasing the tight entrance. I whimpered, my body still sensitive from the orgasm, my muscles clenching instinctively. “Ken, I'm sorry I can’t”“You can,” he snapped, his voice sharp. “And you will.” His finger pressed harder, breaching the resistance of my ass with a slow, insistent push. I gasped, my nails digging into the edge of the machine’s control panel as the unfamiliar fullness sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Ken groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “But you’ll take it. For me.”K couldn’t respond, my breath coming in shaky gasps as he began to finger my ass, stretching me with slow, deliberate thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, her pussy still throbbing from my orgasm, her ass burning with the intrusion, my body caught between pleasure and the sharp edge of discomfort. Ken’s free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he worked her open, his f
Chapter 2“You know, Anna,” a voice came out of my bedroom door, smooth and filled with amusement, “if you don’t let me experiment with this thing, I’ll tell Dad about your little toy.”I froze. My fingers stilled over the control panel, my pulse spiking as I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. Ken leaned against the frame, one shoulder propped lazily, his dark eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than curiosity. His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that promised trouble…the kind that made my stomach twist into knots. He was still dressed in his usual casual clothes, a fitted black t-shirt clinging to the lean muscles of his chest, his jeans riding low on his hips. But there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me now. His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the way my fingers twitched against the machine’s controls, the way my skirt rode up just enough to hint at the dampness between my thighs.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “You wouldn’t d
Chapter 1I lay sprawled across the bed, my skin slick with oil I rubbed all over myself. My breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, my fingers already tracing lazy circles over my stomach before drifting lower. The machine fucker sat beside me, its polished metal surface shining. I looked at the silicon cock attachment. It was placed on a sturdy base, and the power button was right in the middle. I bit my lip, my pulse quickening as I hooked my fingers behind my knees, pulling my legs up until my thighs pressed against my chest. The stretch felt so damn good, my nipples were hard, aching peaks, brushing against the soft skin of my inner thighs, sending heat straight to my pussy. A soft moan escaped me, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the room. My free hand drifted lower, fingers parting my folds with slowness, teasing the sensitive flesh until I was wet, my juices felt slick and hot. I circled my clit, making my hips lift on their own, my breath hitching as pleasure c







