~Trent“Are you new here?”The voice came from behind me just as I finished locking my cabinet in the school’s basketball training room. I turned, already guessing from the tone that it belonged to someone who owned the space, someone confident.I wasn’t wrong.“Yeah,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “I’m Trent. What about you?”The guy leaned casually against the row of lockers, his arms crossed over a chest that looked like it had seen more than a few hours under a barbell. His eyes were sharp, curious, but not unfriendly.“My name is LeBron,” he replied.I couldn’t help it, I smiled. “LeBron as in LeBron James?”He smirked. Clearly, he was used to that. “Yeah. And I’m the captain of the basketball team.” He tilted his chin toward me. “Judging by what you’re doing here and the fact you’re already in a jersey, I guess you’re trying out too?”I nodded, pulling the hem of my practice jersey down. “Yeah. I figured I’d get a feel for the place before practice kicks off.”LeBron ga
Her lips were still wet from where she’d gagged on me, her chest rising and falling fast, strings of spit trailing down her chin. My cock glistened with her mess, throbbing, pulsing, demanding more.But I wasn’t done. I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, shoving her down so her palms slapped against the bed. Her ass raised up perfectly, that tight little clothe clinging to her curves like it was painted on.“Stay right there,” I growled, voice rough in my own ears.Before she could answer, I hooked my fingers into her tights and yanked them down in one savage pull. Her ass spilled out, round, soft, begging to be claimed. I spread her cheeks, and the sight of her glistening slit almost undid me.“Fuck…” I hissed under my breath. “Soaked already. You wanted this, didn’t you?”She gasped, half turning her head. “Yes baby, I want it, I realy…”Her words were cut off the moment my mouth landed on her pussy.I buried my face in her pussy, tongue thrusting deep, lapping, sucking l
People think I turned out this way because I’m cruel by nature. They think I was born a bastard, destined to ruin anyone stupid enough to come close.But the truth? I wasn’t born like this. I was made.I still remember the first time I was introduced to sex. I was barely fourteen, still a boy who hadn’t grown into his bones. My father’s friend, a woman in her late thirties used to come around often. She was bold, loud, with hips that swayed like she owned every room she walked into. At first, I thought she was just friendly. Too friendly. She always brushed her hand against me when she passed, always leaned too close when she spoke. I didn’t understand it then.One night, she cornered me when no one else was home. I was in the living room, half asleep on the couch, when she slid in beside me. She smelled like wine and perfume, her lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.“You’re not a little boy anymore, Elijah,” she whispered. Her hand was already on me before I could move. I f
My step mum stood up and went to the store room to bring a cup then I followed her.“What are you doing here?" She asked.“Trying not to break the deal I made with you never to fuck your daughter again." I said, winking at her. “I need sex right now but I can't go and meet her, can I?" I asked, walking closer to her.Her lips trembled, her chest rising and falling fast. She was still trying to convince herself she could fight me off, still trying to pretend her body wasn’t betraying her. But I saw it all, the way her thighs pressed together, the way her nipples hardened the moment I tore that bra, the way her breath hitched when my hand closed around her breast.“Don’t…” she whispered, but it was weak. A ghost of resistance.I squeezed her tit hard, dragging my thumb across her nipple, and smirked. “Don’t what? Don’t treat you the way your husband does? Or maybe the way he doesn’t.”Her gasp gave her away.I leaned in close, my mouth grazing her ear. “You’ve been starving for it, hav
The house wasn’t quiet anymore.A creak on the stairs. My father’s voice, calling her name.But I was too far gone.Her ass clenched around me, hot and tight, milking every thrust I gave her. I drove harder, pounding her against the counter, my cock buried so deep I swore she’d never walk the same again.She tried to turn, to protest, but I wasn’t having it. I slammed my palm over her mouth, pinning her scream down into nothing but muffled whimpers.“Stay still,” I growled into her ear, my breath ragged, sweat dripping down my spine. “You’re gonna take all of Daddy’s cum right here while the real dad calls for you upstairs.”Her nails clawed the countertop, body jerking with every brutal stroke. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed through the kitchen, reckless, obscene.“F-fuck…” I hissed, feeling the pressure burn at the base of my cock. My balls tightened, heavy, desperate for release.“Baby?” My dad’s voice boomed again, closer this time, sharp with suspicion.Her
Her mouth was still wet on my cock when I yanked her up by the hair, dragging her back against me. Strings of spit clung from her lips to my dick, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, tits bouncing right in front of me.“On your knees wasn’t enough,” I growled, spinning her and bending her over the nearest counter. My cock slapped heavy against the swell of her ass as I forced her down, one hand between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned.Her tights stretched over her curves, clinging to that fat ass like they were painted on. My palm cracked down hard, the smack echoing through the kitchen. She whimpered, arching.“God damn,” I hissed. That view, her ass naked, trembling, begging without words made my cock twitch so hard it hurt.I didn’t wait. Didn’t give her time to think.My tip pressed against her slit, dragging through her wetness before sliding up to her tight entrance. She froze, her fingers clawing at the countertop.“Elijah—”“Daddy,” I corrected with a sharp smack