MasukChapter 3I sob, my nails raking down his arm, but he just laughs, low and cruel, and shoves his fingers deeper. The blindfold is soaked with tears I didn’t even realize I was crying, my body a live wire, oversensitive and starving. He pulls out, and I whine, but then his cock replaces his fingers, the head notching at my entrance, thick and huge.“Please,” I beg, my voice raw. “I can’t—”“You can,” he cuts me off, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. “And you will.”Then he slams into me.The stretch is obscene, burning, my walls clenching around him as he bottoms out with one brutal thrust. I scream, the sound ripped from my lungs, my fingers scrabbling at his wrists, his chest, anywhere I can reach. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls out and hammers back in, his hips snapping against my ass so hard the table skids across the floor. The blindfold is a blessing and a curse, I can’t see him, can’t brace for the next thrust, I can only take it, over and over,
Chapter 2The moment Dante’s tongue seals over my clit, my back arches so hard off the table I nearly knock my skull into his forehead.A broken gasp tears out of me, my fingers clawing at the silk sheets beneath me, but he doesn’t let up, not even for a second. His mouth is a vice, his tongue a whip, lashing me into a frenzy until my thighs are shaking, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. I can hear Kirly’s wet, needy sounds from the other table, the slap of skin on skin, the way her masseuse murmurs filthy encouragement, but right now, none of it matters. There’s only the heat of Dante’s breath, the slick drag of his lips, the way his free hand suddenly grips my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he devours me like a man starved.Then, just as the pressure coils tight enough to snap, he pulls away.A whine rips from my throat, raw and pathetic, my hips jerking up blindly, chasing his mouth. “No…fuck, please!”Dante chuckles, low and dark, the
Chapter 1Kirly slumps in the chair beside me, her usually immaculate bun half-unraveled, strands of dark hair clinging to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The spreadsheet on her screen, numbers blurring together in a way that makes my eyes ache just looking at it."Fuck this," she mutters, shoving her keyboard away with enough force that her mouse skitters off the desk. "I can’t stare at another pivot table without losing what’s left of my sanity. We need a break. A real one."I exhale through my nose, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Preaching to the choir, babe. My neck’s so tight I swear if I turn my head too fast, my spine’s gonna audibly crack like a glow stick." The knot between my shoulder blades pulses, a dull, insistent throb that’s been building since Monday. It’s Thursday. Three more days of this, and I’ll need a chiropractor…or a exorcist.Kirly’s fingers fly over her phone, thumbs tapping with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb. "There’s this pla
Chapter 5The tip of my cock presses harder against her tight, virgin hole, and I feel her entire body tense like a drawn bowstring. The city lights paint her skin in shifting blues and golds, but it’s the way her breath hitches, that sharp, needy gasp….that tells me everything. She’s scared. She’s desperate. She’s mine.“Relax,” I murmur, my free hand sliding down the curve of her spine, fingers splaying over the small of her back to pin her in place. My other hand stays tangled in her hair, yanking just enough to remind her who’s in control. “You’re gonna take it. Every. Fucking. Inch.” My thumb circles her entrance again, smearing her own slick arousal in slow, deliberate strokes, and she whines, her hips twitching like she’s trying to fuck herself onto me already. Pathetic and beautiful.I don’t give her time to think. My cockhead breaches her with just the slightest pressure, and her entire body locks up, her fingers clawing at the tile, her thighs trembling, her breath coming
Chapter 4The moment his cock slips out of me, I whimper at the loss, my body still trembling from the force of his thrusts. My knees nearly buckle, but Scott’s grip on my hair tightens, yanking me backward before I can collapse. His other hand clamps around my throat, fingers pressing just enough to make my pulse hammer against his palm. The cool night air hits my exposed pussy, slick and swollen, and I shiver…not from the cold, but from the way his touch still burns where he just fucked me raw.“Not done with you yet,” he growls, his voice rough, like gravel under boots. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess, bobs in front of my face as he forces me down. My knees hit the hard tile of the balcony with a sharp sting, but I don’t resist. I can’t. His hand on my throat tilts my head back, forcing my mouth open, and I let out a broken gasp as the first thick drop of his cum lands on my tongue. Salty, bitter, all his. My lips part wider, instinct taking over,
Chapter 3The carpet burns my knees as Scott’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my throat stretches, exposed and vulnerable. His cock juts out from his unzipped pants, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the scent of him…musky and so fucking masculine, intoxicating, filling my nose as he shoves my face closer. "Open that pretty mouth, Brandy," his voice is a growl, rough and commanding, his free hand gripping the base of his shaft, stroking it once, twice, just to watch me flinch. My lips part on instinct, tongue darting out to wet them, but before I can even lean in, his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me back again. "No. Not like this." His breath is ragged, his cock twitching like it’s angry, like it’s been denied too long. "You don’t get to decide how you suck me. You take what I give you."I whimper, my pussy clenching around nothing, still throbbing from the last orgasm he wrung out of me. The air is thick with the scent of m
Chapter 1My fingers tap restlessly against the steering wheel, my nails chipped and glossy with last night’s half-peeled manicure. I shouldn’t be driving. I know that. The whiskey burns in my stomach, sour and thick, and the last line I did back at the club still buzzes behind my eyes, making the
Chapter 2His fingers dig into my hips so hard I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care, my body is still humming from the way his mouth just ruined me against the hood of my car. The cool night air does nothing to sober me up, but the way his grip tightens, the way his breath hitches
Chapter 4His fingers withdraw, and I whine at the loss, but then he’s spinning me around, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back. His mouth crashes onto mine, brutal and demanding. His tongue forces its way past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I try to fight it, but he just laughs a
Chapter 6Marco’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, his grip bruising as he slams into me with a grunt, his cock thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy. The wooden table creaks beneath us, the rough grain biting into my back as I arche, my cuffed wrists scraping against the edge. Enzo still has h







