تسجيل الدخولChapter 4Liam’s fingers slide from my lips with a wet pop, leaving the taste of Mia’s arousal thick on my tongue. It’s sweet, musky, and undeniably hers. My throat works as I swallow, my pulse hammering between my thighs where my own fingers still press, slick and useless now that the real show is happening right in front of me. His smirk twists deeper as he watches me lick my lips, like he’s memorizing the way my breath hitches, the way my nipples tighten under my top. Then, without warning, his grip shifts from Mia’s neck to her hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave new marks.“On your hands and knees, slut,” he orders, voice rough as gravel. Mia doesn’t hesitate. Her legs buckle, knees hitting the sticky floor with a wet thud, palms slapping down to catch herself. The position forces her ass up, her back arching, her rumpled top riding up to expose the red handprints Jake left on her skin earlier. A shudder runs through her, her thighs trembling, not from fear, I real
Chapter 3My pulse still hammers in my throat, my own release still fresh between my thighs, but the second Liam’s fingers twitch against the armrest of that chair, every muscle in my body locks up. He’s been watching me. Not just watching…studying, like a wolf picking out the weakest deer in the herd. And now, his gaze flicks away, landing on Mia instead.She’s a mess. Still sprawled on the floor where Jake left her, thighs slick and trembling, her chin glistening with Tyler’s cum. Her breath comes in wet, ragged gasps, her fingers twitching against the carpet like she’s forgotten how to hold herself up. But when Liam stands, his cock slipping free from where it was half-hard against his thigh, her entire body jerks in response. She knows what’s coming before I do.He doesn’t hesitate.One step. Two. His bare feet silent against the carpet, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he closes the distance between them. Mia tries to push herself up, but her arms give out, sending her col
Chapter 2Tyler pushes himself up from the floor, his shirt riding up to show the trail of hair below his navel. His eyes don't leave Jake's cock. "Dare," he says, and the word comes out scraped raw, like he's been gargling gravel. "I dare you to fuck Mia while she sucks my cock." A grin splits his face, lazy and dangerous. "Let's see how well you can focus when her mouth's wrapped around my cock."Mia's already moving before the words fully land. She's off the bed, dropping to her knees on the carpet, and the way she crawls toward Tyler with hips swaying and her shoulders low, It makes my spent cock twitch with something that isn't quite recovery yet. Her fingers hook into Tyler's waistband, nails dragging against his skin as she works his jeans down. He lifts his hips to help her, and his cock springs free, thick and flushed dark, already wet at the tip."Fuck," Jake breathes, and I can see him calculating, weighing the challenge. His hand stills on himself. "You're on."Mia doesn
Chapter 1 The dorm room smells like cheap takeout and the last desperate sprays of a vanilla-scented air freshener at least someone attempted to mask the stale beer and sweat from last weekend’s party. The single overhead light flickers just enough to make my temples throb, casting long shadows over the pile of textbooks, half-empty Red Bull cans, and a suspicious stain on the carpet that I really don’t want to examine too closely. Five of us are crammed in here….me, Jake, Tyler, Mia, and Liam, all sprawled across the twin bed, the desk chair, and the floor like we’re playing some kind of twisted game of Tetris. Mia’s the one who suggested it, of course. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed in a way that makes her tiny denim shorts ride up just enough to tease the curve of her ass. Her fingers tap against the neck of a half-empty bottle of peach schnapps, “Come on,” she purrs, her voice already slurring just a little, “we’ve got nothing better to do. Truth or da
Chapter 5The mattress dips beneath his weight, the springs groaning under the shift of his mass. He doesn’t move off me, not completely. Instead, he slides higher, his knees clamping tight around my thighs, pinning me to the damp, ruined sheets. My breath hitches, my lungs burning for air that won’t come easy with the weight of him pressing down. The silk scarf bites into my wrists, the knot tight and unyielding behind my back, forcing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest upward.Jason lowers his head, the heat of him radiating against my skin before he even touches me. His lips brush the sensitive shell of my ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold air conditioning."You look like a wreck step mother to," he whispers, the words a low rumble that vibrates through my skull. "But I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to wreck this tight little pussy until you can’t remember your own name, let alone Gerald’s."His fingers trail down my sides,
Chapter 4The mattress dips as Jason rolls off me, the sudden absence of his weight leaving me feeling cold and hollow. My body is a ruin of tremors and sweat, the aftershocks of what he just did to me still rippling through my muscles.I just lie there, face pressed into the damp pillow, listening to the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing matching my own. I expect the sound of a zipper, the shuffle of jeans, the door clicking shut. Instead, the silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until the rustle of fabric breaks it.I force my eyes open, blinking against the glare. Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. He is reaching for the nightstand, and He pulls the drawer open and gets a long strip of fabric like silk, deep crimson, the one I usually use to tie back my curtains. My stomach clenches, a cold spike of dread driving through the haze of satiation. He turns then, and the look in his eyes isn't the wild, unleashed lust of a moment ago. It’s colde and calc
Chapter 6We’re in Los Angeles now. The moon looks beautiful in the vineyard he brought me to, its pale light spilling through the open area. I sit across from Jeremy, my fingers tracing the rim of my wineglass. His eyes are dark, low, the kind of look that makes my pulse quicken and my skin flush
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
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







