เข้าสู่ระบบTinaHis cock slammed into me so deep I almost bit through my lip. One second I was grinding on denim, the next the truck hit a rut and Jake’s bare dick filled me completely. Thick, hot, and stretching me wider than anything I’d ever taken. My pussy clenched hard around him and I felt myself drip down his shaft already as his cock filed me completely.I kept my face forward like nothing happened. Sophie was still singing off-key to the chorus, windows fogged, rain slamming the roof.“Ouuu,” I lost control and moaned out loud when he dipped his hand under my short skirt and rolled my clit slowly.“Val, is very alright?” she called over the music. “You’re not giving me the vibes I want.”“Yeah,” I said, voice shaky. “Just remembered I left the laundry in the washer. Mom’s gonna kill me.”Sophie laughed. “Girl, it’s your birthday. She’ll live. Why are you this quiet? Enjoy the ride.”“I’m trying,” I muttered.Jake’s hands tightened on my bare hips under the skirt. He didn’t thrust. He ju
TinaThe rain came down so hard the windshield wipers could barely keep up. Sophie yelled over the music for us to grab everything from the truck bed before it got soaked. Jake and I hauled the bags into the front as fast as we could. There was no space left on the seat once the loads were stacked between us and Sophie.“Just sit on him, Val,” Sophie shouted, already pulling back onto the wet road. “It’s only until the rain lightens. Levitating is on. Don’t make this weird.”I climbed onto Jake’s lap because there was nowhere else to go. My mini flared skirt rode up the second I settled. I had skipped panties that morning for comfort on the long drive. Big mistake. Or maybe not.The bare heat of my pussy settled directly against the thick ridge already forming in his jeans. Every small shift dragged my slick folds over the denim. I felt myself getting wetter by the second, the forbidden pressure making my thighs tremble. I told myself I wouldn’t be naughty and would control myself. I
Mia I followed him down the hall instead of waiting in my room. Marcus slipped into my mother’s bedroom and left the door cracked just enough. I stayed in the dark and looked through the gap.She was on all fours in the middle of the bed. He held her hips and drove into her from behind with long hard thrusts that made the headboard knock the wall. Every time he bottomed out there was a deep wet thud instead of a slap.“Take every fucking inch,” he growled. “This pussy was made to get ruined.”My mother pushed back to meet him. “Harder. Don’t you dare slow down. Stretch me open.”“Listen to that greedy sound,” he said. “You’re dripping down my balls. Tell me who owns this hole tonight.”“You do. Fuck it like you mean it.”I couldn’t look away. My own body reacted hard. I was still standing there when a tall shadow moved in behind me and a clean masculine scent hit my nose.A low voice asked, “Is this really what you should be doing right now?”I spun and clapped my hand over his mouth
MiaI woke up with a dry throat and a headache that felt like it had been building for hours. My mother’s loud moans had kept me awake most of the night. I dragged myself downstairs for water and found her already in the kitchen, sitting at the island with a glass of orange juice.She looked up and smiled. “Morning, baby. How was your night?”“Fine,” I said. I filled a glass and drank half of it in one go. “How was yours?”She took a slow sip and answered with a wide, satisfied smile. “It was very splendid.”The word sat wrong in my chest. I glanced past her. The chef stood at the stove with his back to us, cooking eggs and bacon like nothing in the world was off. My mother watched him the whole time seductively as if he was her little sweet baby boy. Her eyes stayed on the way his shoulders moved under the black shirt. I saw the faint red marks on the side of her neck that had not been there yesterday.I set the glass down harder than I meant to. “I’m going back upstairs.”She didn’t
MiaI stopped pretending I wasn’t waiting for it.Every night after my mother went to bed I lay there in the dark listening for the soft click of my door. Marcus always came. Sometimes he only stayed an hour. Sometimes he stayed until the sky started getting light. I never asked him to leave and he never needed an invitation.That afternoon my mother left early for a charity gala. The house went quiet the second her car pulled out of the driveway. I was halfway up the stairs when Marcus stepped out of the kitchen and caught my wrist.“Where do you think you’re going?”I turned. “My room.”“Not yet.” He pulled me back down the last two steps and straight into the living room. His mouth was on mine before I could say another word. He kissed me like he had been thinking about it all morning. When he broke the kiss his voice was already rough.“Been hard since breakfast watching you walk around in that little dress.”“You’re the one who keeps looking.”“Damn right I am.” He spun me around
Mia I walked home faster than usual and didn’t look back once. The second the front door closed behind me I leaned against it and tried to catch my breath. My thighs were still sticky. My mouth still tasted like him.Mom called from the kitchen. “Mia? You’re late. I kept a plate warm.”I walked in and sat down. She set a plate of leftover pasta in front of me and leaned on the counter.“We have a new stay-in cook starting tomorrow,” she said. “Older guy. Very experienced. Should make life easier around here.”I poked at the food. “What’s his name?”“Marcus. He came highly recommended. You’ll meet him in the morning.”I nodded and forced myself to eat. Afterward I went straight upstairs, locked my bedroom door, and lay in the dark still feeling his fingers inside me.The next morning I walked into the kitchen half-asleep and stopped cold.He was standing at the stove in a black chef’s coat, stirring something in a pan. Salt-and-pepper hair. Same solid build. Same mouth that had been o
MaraI stared at it for a while. I put the phone face-down. Right after signing, I should’ve felt dirty or scared. Page nine was right there in black and white: my body on exclusive loan to Marcus unless he decided to share me at the Cum Cellar. Supervised gang stuff, him watching, his call on wh
Mara I was supposed to be hurt. Clara’s voice was still ringing in my ears, “Your stupid staff doesn’t knock?” I didn’t move as I was startled at the sight before me while Marcus’ hard cock continued thrusting deep into her slick pussy as she arched her back on his desk. Her blonde head snappe
Mara Marcus handed me a white folded tissue like he was offering a napkin after lunch. Like this was just something people did on a Tuesday in a corporate setting. “Thank you,” I said, and I genuinely could not tell why I said thank you. Maybe because he just literally blackmailed me into giving
Mara My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to burst. “What if he’d already plugged it in?” “What if right now, while I sat here pretending to work, he was watching me on my knees, blindfolded, begging for more like some desperate stranger?” The loud thoughts made my stomach twist. I







