LOGIN“Fuck…” she breathed. “So big… way too big.”
He smirked. “Then you better learn to take it, baby.” She leaned in slow, lips brushing the swollen, glistening tip first. It twitched right against her mouth, like it was pushing back, fighting her. She kissed the head soft, then ran her tongue slow over the salty drop beading at the slit, making him hiss and grip her hair tight. She wrapped her lips around it as far as she could go… and it barely fit. It stretched her jaw wide, and she pulled back gasping. “It’s too much…” she whined, looking up at him wet and dazed. “It won’t fit… it’s too thick, too long… it feels like it’s fighting me. I can’t even get half of it in my mouth.” “Try harder,” he growled. His fingers tangling tight in her hair, yanking her face closer. “Suck it deeper. Take all of it. And tell me does it feel better than all those little pricks you’ve had before? Huh? Tell me how fucking big I am compared to them.” She tried again, opening her jaw as wide as it would go. Her lips stretched thin and burning around his thick length. Her tongue swirling fast and hot over the swollen, sensitive head, tasting salt and heat. The rest of him throbbed hard against her cheek, pushing further, stretching her until her eyes watered. “So big…” she gasped. “It feels like it’s gonna split me open… but I want it.” “Stand up,” he ordered. She stumbled to her feet, and he pulled her straight against him, crashing his mouth to hers, hot, ravenous, claiming every gasp she made. He kissed her like he meant to burn her alive, his hands roaming fast and rough over every curve, squeezing her breasts, dragging down her sides. Then he grabbed the hem of her dress and ripped it clean down the middle buttons popping and scattering across the floor. He tore away her bra and panties next, tossing them aside like trash. She stood naked before him, trembling, every soft inch of her exposed, pale skin, full hips, breasts heavy and hardening, the dark wet glisten between her legs. He stripped off his own clothes, and stood there huge and throbbing, his gaze devouring every part of her like he could already taste her. “Look at you,” he growled, one hand sliding slow down her throat, over her nipples, then lower to cup her slick heat. “So beautiful… so fucking perfect for me. All mine now.” “I’m yours,” she whispered, reaching for him. “Use me. I want to be your little fuck toy tonight.” He pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs wide with his knee. The thick head of his cock pressed right against her trembling entrance, knocking slow and teasing against her wet folds. “Please…” she gasped. Her hips lifting off the mattress. “Put it in me already. I’m aching so bad. Please!” He pushed forward slowly. She felt every inch of him stretching her open. She cried out, fingers digging into the sheets, as he worked his way deeper, her wetness making it slick but the size making her burn. He filled her completely, pressing so deep she thought she might break. “Fuck, you’re so tight and hot,” he gritted out. “So wet… squeezing me like you never want to let go.” Then he pulled back almost all the way, and slammed forward in one hard thrust. She screamed, arching off the bed. It hit so deep it struck places she never knew existed. He set a rough, relentless rhythm, pounding into her over and over, hips slapping hard against hers, skin ringing loud through the room. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, watching her face twist with pleasure and pain. “It feels so good!” she sobbed, meeting every thrust. “So deep! Don’t stop, harder! Fuck me harder, please!” He pinned her legs back wide, driving even deeper, hitting that perfect spot every single time. “You like that, baby? You like how I stretch you open? You’re taking every fucking inch of me so well.” “I am!” she cried, clinging to his shoulders. “I’ve never felt anything like this… fuck me, sir, take me like I’m yours!” He leaned down, biting and sucking her neck, her breasts, her nipples until she writhed and whined. “Is this pussy mine? Am I the only one who can make you feel this way?” “Yes—yes it’s yours! I’m your whore tonight—use me! Ravage me like you want!” He flipped her over roughly, yanking her hips up high, and drove back into her with a guttural roar. It hit deeper still, harder, tearing a loud, broken moan from her throat. He pounded into her from behind, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her back hard onto every thrust. “Look how wet you are for me,” he growled. “Dripping all over my cock… begging for more.” Then he pulled out and shoved her face down, pressing her hips up. He spread her open with his fingers, leaned down, and buried his face between her legs. She screamed loud, body jerking off the mattress. His tongue was hot, eating her like he was starving, licking slowly her slit, circling her clit fast and merciless, sucking it into his mouth until she shook and cried out. He dragged his tongue deep inside her, tasting every drop, lapping at her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. He bit and sucked and licked, one hand spreading her wider, the other rubbing her clit while he feasted on her until she was shaking and ready to fall apart. “Eat me… oh, sir, eat me like that!” she screamed, hands fisting the sheets. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!” He didn’t stop. He licked harder and deeper, sucking her clit fast, until her whole body locked up and she shattered, gushing all over his face, shaking so hard the bed shook with her. He let her ride every wave, then rose up, grabbed his cock, and shoved it back inside her wet, trembling hole. He pounded into her harder and wild. “I’m so close!” she whimpered, her legs were shaking. “Don’t slow down, keep going! Make me cum all over you!” “Cum for me then,” he growled. “Cum all over my big cock. Show me how much you love it.” She screamed as she came again, body clamping tight around him, shaking and sobbing. He drove into her one last time, groaning loud, and buried himself as deep as he could go, spilling everything he had hot and heavy inside her, filling her completely, claiming her right to the very end.The sharp crack of impact echoed through Lourd Grayson’s study.His fist had struck the edge of his desk with enough force to send a crystal paperweight crashing to the floor. It shattered into several pieces, scattering across the carpet. A stack of documents slid off the desk, followed by a pen that rolled beneath the cabinet.“Fucking hell!”He kicked the fallen chair out of his way and turned toward the large window. His reflection stared back at him, his expression twisted with rage.Hayes Gabriel Dela Cruz Grayson.The new President of Grayson Holdings.The name alone made his blood boil.Lourd had spent years preparing for that position. Years of handling negotiations, managing investments, building relationships with powerful people, and proving that he could take responsibility for the family's business empire. He had done everything expected of him. He had a wife, two children, an established reputation, and a record that should have made him the obvious choice.He had the
The event had finally come to an end, and Hayes and Ysa were on their way back to the penthouse.Ysa sat beside him in the back seat, still holding the small velvet box that had contained the Burmese ruby necklace. She had already worn the necklace throughout the final part of the celebration, but she had taken it off before leaving, worried that she might accidentally damage it. Now, she kept opening the box to look at it again.Hayes noticed her doing it for the third time."Are you planning to stare at that necklace all night?" he asked, glancing at her from beside him.Ysa looked up, caught in the act. "Can you blame me?"He gave a small laugh. "Apparently not."She looked down at the ruby again, carefully running her thumb along the edge of the velvet box. "I still can't believe Madame Elora gave this to me.""Grandmother," Hayes corrected, raising an eyebrow.Ysa glanced at him, her eyebrows lifting in confusion. "What?""She told you to call her grandmother," he reminded her, a
The room became lively again as the host returned to the stage with a stack of papers in his hand. He smiled at the crowd. The evening had already taken a few turns that nobody seemed to expect. Hayes had walked straight past Vivienne to get Ysa, Elora had welcomed her in front of everyone, and now the whole room seemed to be looking at Ysa differently.Then came the gifts.It was an old Grayson tradition, and everyone in the room knew what it meant. Gifts from Elora were never just gifts. They showed who she favored, who she welcomed, and sometimes, without anyone having to say it, where someone stood in the family. Ysa stood beside Hayes, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she tried to calm the nervous flutter in her chest. She still had no idea what was about to happen. She had come to the celebration with almost nothing to her name except the dress she had been given, the place she had been allowed to stand, and a secret she could not tell anyone. Now she was standing in the
Hayes brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The simple gesture made her go still. The noise from the ballroom seemed farther away for a second, replaced by the warmth of his hand against her cheek.“She liked you because you were yourself.” His thumb lingered near her cheek for another second before his hand slowly lowered.Ysa’s smile faded. She looked down, suddenly unsure of what to do with the warmth that had settled in her chest. If he only knew how much of myself I had hidden from him. Her fingers curled together in front of her, and she swallowed before forcing herself to look at him again.“You're simple and honest.” Hayes studied her face, his expression calm as he added, “She said that was one of the things she liked about you.”Ysa’s throat tightened. She glanced toward the ballroom, then back at him. “I’m not always.” The words slipped out before she could stop them.Hayes’s expression changed immediately. His eyebrows drew together
“Come with me,” Hayes said quietly.After his grandmother stepped down from the stage to meet some of her old friends and longtime business associates she had not seen in years, Hayes reached for Ysa’s hand and gently pulled her along with him. He did not let go as they moved through the ballroom, his fingers laced through hers, but Ysa noticed that something about his touch had changed. Earlier, he had held her like he wanted everyone to know she was his. Now his grip was careful and controlled, almost as if he had started thinking too much about what they really were beneath the eyes of everyone watching them.What now? Ysa wondered as she glanced at him. Hayes kept his eyes ahead, acknowledging guests who greeted him while they passed. Several people who had barely looked at Ysa earlier were now smiling at her, some even nodding politely as if Elora's approval had suddenly changed her position in the room. Ysa tried to return their smiles, but her chest still felt tight. So Elora
His hand closed around hers, and for a heartbeat Ysa could not move. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, half-convinced she had misunderstood, that he would turn any second now and correct himself. But he did not turn. He just squeezed her fingers gently, his gaze soft and sure, and pulled her up from the chair until she was standing beside him, trembling, her dress settling around her, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. “Walk with me,” he murmured, low enough only she heard. “Don’t look at anyone but me. Just walk.” He kept hold of her hand as they moved forward, and the crowd slowly made room for them. At first, people only stared. Then came the murmurs, one after another, until a few hands started clapping. The applause was nothing like the reaction Vivienne had received. That had been immediate and confident. This was slower, uncertain, as if everyone needed a second to understand what they were seeing. Ysa swallowed hard. Oh God. She could feel people







