로그인Chapter 2The first touch of his lips is soft against mine. It’s not the harsh type i would have expected from a man like him. All that exists is the heat of Marcus’s mouth, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue, and the way his hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below my ear. A shiver ripples through me, and I lean into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss. That’s when the dam breaks. Marcus groans, low and guttural, and his grip tightens, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slides into my mouth, possessive and hungry, and I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises even myself. My hands tangle in his hair, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. God, I want this. I want him. The thought is so clear, so undeniable, that it feels like a physical blow. Across the room, a soft gasp breaks the spell. I pull back, my chest heaving, and my eyes land on Vanessa. She’s still straddling Daniel, but h
Chapter 1I swirl the wine liquid in my glass, watching the ice cubes clink together. The living room of Daniel’s and my house is spacious, but tonight, with the four of us sprawled across the leather sofas, it feels intimate, almost claustrophobically so.Vanessa throws her head back, her laughter. eight and loud. She’s sitting on the rug, legs tucked beneath her, the hem of her short black dress riding high enough to reveal the curve of her thighs. She’s had too much to drink; we all have. But there’s a glint in her eyes, a mischievous spark that I know well. It’s the look she gets right before she suggests something she knows she shouldn’t.“I’m just saying,” Vanessa says, wiping a tear of mirth from her cheek, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that she doesn’t bother to hide. “We’ve been married for what, five years? Seven? The routine is killer. It’s like eating the same meal every night for the rest of your life. Delicious, sure, but... predictable.”Daniel, sittin
Chapter 5The wood of the dining table is hard and unforgiving against my spine, but the shock of it barely registers. Mark’s grip on my hips is iron-tight, his fingers digging bruises into my flesh as he slams into me. The friction is searing, a perfect, agonizing drag against walls that feel too sensitive, too swollen to take him, yet they clench around him greedily, pulling him deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the sudden, suffocating silence of the room, louder than the bass thumping from the speakers.I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut, but I can’t block out the sensory overload. The smell of expensive cologne mingles with the sharp tang of my own arousal and the musk of Mark’s sweat. I hear the rustle of fabric, the metallic clink of belts being unbuckled, the heavy, synchronized breathing of the people watching. It’s no longer the sound of polite cocktail chatter; it’s the low, predatory me."Look at that," Mark grunts, his rhyth
Chapter 4The sticky cooling fluid on my thighs and the taste of salt coating the back of my tongue should be repelling me, sending me scrambling for the shower or a hiding place under the covers. Instead it makes my heart hammer in my chest, The ache between my legs, which should be throbbing with soreness after the brutal stretching I just endured, is pulsing with a terrifying, renewed heat.I try to sit up, to reach for the edge of the mattress and anchor myself to reality, but my limbs disobey. My hands tremble as they hover over the ruined sheets. The void left by the Blond Man’s sudden disappearance feels like a physical vacuum, sucking the air out of the room. Then, the itch starts. It begins at the base of my spine, a sharp, prickling heat that radiates outward, flooding my veins with liquid fire. The game isn't done with me. The board might be in the other room, gathering dust on a table, but its invisible claws are dug deep into my bonesFeed.The thought doesn't feel lik
Chapter 3The pounding on the door doesn't stop. It’s a rhythmic, heavy thud that vibrates through the floorboards and into the soles of my feet, shaking the bed frame. Each impact sends a fresh jolt through my nervous system, but it isn’t just fear that spikes in my chest. It’s heat. A sick, twisting heat that coils low in my belly and tightens my thighs.My gaze darts around the room, wild and unfocused, before landing on the bed. The black plastic remote lies there on the duvet, glistening under the lamplight. It’s coated in a thick, glossy sheen of my own cum, the buttons sticky and wet. I scramble backward, my hand closing around the slick device. My grip is tight, knuckles white, clutching it like a knife, like a weapon I can use to defend myself.But I know it’s useless. It’s just a piece of plastic covered in pussy juice. It can’t stop them.The door shudders again, the wood groaning under the strain. I can see the frame bowing inward, the lock straining. Splinters crack wi
Chapter 2I don’t even think. I just open my mouth and take him in, my lips sealing around his shaft as the dark one pounds into me from behind. Their rhythms clash….one fucking my cunt, the other my throat, and I’m caught between them, a ragdoll, a thing to be used.The dark one’s fingers dig into my hips, his grunts turning animalistic as he bottoms out, his cock hitting something deep inside me that makes my toes curl. The blond’s hands are in my hair again, his thrusts shallow but relentless, his precome dripping down my tongue.“Gonna fill this pretty mouth,” he pants. “Gonna paint your fucking throat.”The dark one groans, his cock swelling inside me. “She’s close. Fuck, she’s milking me!”I am. My orgasm crashes over me like a freight train, my body locking up, my cunt clamping down around his cock so hard he roars.My scream is swallowed by the blond’s dick, my throat convulsing around him as he comes, his hot cum flooding my mouth, dripping down my chin. The dark one isn’t f
Chapter 8Then he pulled out.I whined at the loss; he left my body empty and aching, but before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my hands and knees. The cool air hit my ass, my pussy throbbing, my skin slick with oil and sweat. I heard the sound of his cock being strok
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 p
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 fa
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 s







