ログインChapter 4The weight of Dante’s body presses into me, his breath hot against the back of my neck as his cock twitches one last time inside me, spilling the final drops of his release. My skin prickles everywhere. I’m overstimulated, raw, still humming from the third orgasm he wrung out of me like I was nothing more than a toy built for his pleasure. The blindfold clings damply to my face, the silk sticky with sweat and tears I didn’t even realize had fallen. My wrists ache where he pinned them to the table, my thighs tremble, and between my legs, I can feel him. He's so thick, slick, still half-hard as he pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes my toes curl.A wet, obscene sound fills the air as he slips free, his cum dripping onto the sheet beneath me. I whimper, my body flinching at the loss, at the sudden emptiness, at the way the cool air hits my swollen, well-used pussy. Dante chuckles darkly, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the red marks his grip left on my h
Chapter 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 6 My fingers dug into the cold granite countertop at his request, my knuckles turned bone-white, and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. My spine was arched up, my ass lifting instinctively, presenting myself to him like an offering. The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, my we
Chapter 3My cock sprang free, aching and leaking, but Dylan didn’t touch it. Instead, he grabbed my ankles, jerking me to the edge of the couch, my ass hanging half-off.“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I did, my thighs trembling. The first slap to my inner thigh made me jump, the sting sharp a
Chapter 4The first thing I noticed was the heat. A thick, suffocating warmth pressed against my back, the slow rise and fall of Orion's chest syncing with the lazy thrum of his heartbeat. His arm was a heavy, possessive weight draped over Elara's waist, fingers curled just beneath the swell of her
Chapter 1 "On your knees, Sophia," Zayn commanded, his voice deep and commanding, though there was no need for the order. I was already there, my posture submissive and my eyes lowered. My hands rested on my thighs, and my fingers trembled slightly as I awaited his next move. The room was silent







