MasukChapter 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 2The alley air still clings to my skin, cool brick against my back, the ghost of Scott’s fingers still throbbing between my legs, when he grabs my wrist and pulls me into motion. His grip isn’t gentle. It’s possessive, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist like a cuff, his thumb pressing into the pulse point just hard enough to make me gasp. “Hotel’s two blocks,” he growls, his voice rough against my ear as he steers me toward the neon glow of the street. “You’re gonna walk nice and slow, like a good girl, and if you so much as think about running, I’ll bend you over the first flat surface I find and fuck you right there.”A shiver runs down my spine, but it’s not fear. It’s the promise in his words, the way his free hand slides down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me stumble before he steadies me. The sidewalk is slick under my heels, the city lights blurring as he guides me past a flickering diner sign, the scent of grease and coffee mixing with the musk of
Chapter 1 The music thrums through the soles of my boots before I even push open the heavy black door of Velvet Hush, the kind of club where the air smells like spilled whiskey and the kind of perfume that costs more than my rent. I adjust the strap of my little black dress, just tight enough to make my tits look like they’re spilling over, just loose enough that I can still breathe and step inside. The heat hits me first, thick and sticky, then the noise.I’m not here for the music. I’m not here for the drinks, either, though the first one goes down smooth, burning a path straight to my stomach. No, I’m here because my vibrator’s gotten boring, because the last time I came, I had to imagine some faceless guy from a dating app just to get there, and even then, it was half-hearted. I’m Forty years old, bright red hair that still turns heads, and what do I have to show for it? A king-size bed that stays too cold on one side and a nightstand drawer full of silicone cocks that doesn’
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 7Marco doesn’t pull out right away. He stays buried inside me, his cock twitching as the last of his release pulses into me, his breath hot against my neck.“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Take every fucking drop.”I’m still trembling, my body oversensitive, my
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







