MasukThe bar was up and running but Alex didn’t let that stop him. He stayed on his knees behind the bar, hidden from view by the solid wooden counter, and kept his mouth sealed over my clit while customers ordered drinks just a few feet away. The risk of being caught made everything hotter, more intense. My hands gripped the edge of the bar top, trying to keep my breathing even as his tongue flicked and circled with deliberate, filthy precision. Every time someone laughed or called out an order, my heart raced faster, but Alex didn’t pause for even a second. His tongue dragged slow, wet circles over my swollen clit while two thick fingers stayed buried deep inside my cunt, curling and stroking that perfect spot with steady, relentless pressure.He didn’t stop. Two fingers slid into my soaked cunt and curled against that perfect spot while his tongue rubbed my clit in tight, relentless strokes. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside me was crazy, barely muffled by the noise of the bar.
Morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds in thin golden stripes across the bed. I woke up first, my body pleasantly sore in all the right places. Alex was still asleep beside me, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his breathing slow and deep. The sheets were tangled around our legs, and the faint scent of sex, lube, and his cologne still lingered in the air. My ass felt tender and used, my pussy still wet from the multiple rounds we’d had before finally passing out around four a.m.I shifted slightly and felt the dried traces of his cum between my thighs. I was still lying there, half-drowsy and turned on, when Alex’s arm tightened around me. His eyes opened.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. His hand slid down my stomach and between my legs without hesitation, fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles. “Already wet for me again.”I moved slowly. “Don't you ever get tired?” Alex rolled on top of me, settling between my spread thighs. His cock w
The apartment above the bar was small but warm, with exposed brick walls, a wide bed pushed against the far wall, and the faint smell of whiskey that clung to Alex’s clothes.The second the door clicked shut behind us, he had me pinned against it, his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave marks. His hands were already under my skirt again, gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks so his fingers could brush over my still-wet, cum-slicked folds.“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned against my skin. “I can feel my cum leaking out of you. That’s so goddamn hot.”I moaned, tilting my head to give him better access. “Ahh… Alex, I want more…”He spun me around, walked me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and pushed me down onto the mattress. I landed on my back, legs spread, skirt still hanging around my waist. Alex stood over me, eyes dark, chest rising and falling as he stripped off his shirt and shoved his jeans the rest of the way down. His cock was already half-
The last customer left at 1:47 a.m. Alex flipped the sign on the door, locked it, and killed the main lights, leaving only the low amber glow behind the bar.I was still on my stool, holding the last of my whiskey. My head felt pleasantly warm, but my body was wide awake and humming with anticipation. Now that the bar was closed and the only people left were the two of us.Alex came around the bar and stopped in front of me. Up close he was even taller, his chest broad beneath the black button-down, the sleeves still rolled to his elbows. He reached out and ran his thumb along my bottom lip slowly.“You’ve been looking at my lips for a while now ,” he murmured. “You want to know what it feels like?”My breath caught in my throat. “Yes.”Alex didn’t waste time. He cupped the back of my neck and kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine with zero hesitation. The kiss was deep and filthy from the first second. I moaned into his mouth, the sound soft and needy, and pressed closer, my ha
The rain was coming down in sheets when I finally pushed through the heavy wooden door of The Hollow, the kind of neighborhood bar that still had actual wood paneling and a jukebox that worked. My hair was plastered to my face, my blazer soaked through, and the heels I’d worn to the office were now squelching with every step. I dropped onto a stool at the far end of the bar, away from the few other patrons there. “Rough night?”The voice was low and smooth. I looked up. The bartender standing in front of me was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair pushed back from his face and sleeves rolled to his elbows. His forearms were dusted with dark hair and marked with faint ink. He had the kind of easy smile that probably got him plenty of tips and trouble in equal measure.“Rough year,” I muttered, dragging my wet hair out of my eyes. “Whiskey.”He didn’t reach for the well bottle. Instead he grabbed something nicer, poured two fingers, and slid the glass across to me. “On the house.” I
Adrian carried me inside from the pool, both of us dripping, his cum still leaking from my stretched, tender ass. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He set me down on the massive bed in his bedroom and towered over me, eyes dark with fresh hunger. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin, and the scent of sex still clung to both of us. My thighs trembled from the intensity of what we had just done in the water, and yet the moment his hands touched me again, my body responded instantly, already aching for more of him.“On your stomach. Ass up.”I was tired, but my body surprisingly obeyed before my brain caught up. I rolled over, pushed my knees beneath me, and presented my dripping holes to him. The cool air kissed my soaked pussy and freshly fucked asshole. I heard the wet sound of him stroking his cock behind me.He didn’t make me wait. He slammed his cock straight into my puss, forcing a loud cry from my throat t
I stood there frozen on the sidewalk as my heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.Lucas was looking straight at me with that same intense, knowing smirk he had on his face the night we met. The grocery store bags that were in my hands suddenly felt heavy, and my thighs instinct
I woke up slowly, my body heavy and amazingly sore.The first thing I noticed was how warm the sheets were and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sex. My thighs were sticky, my pussy still tender and my clit swollen. As the memories started flooding back, my face flushed hot.We hadn’t stopp
I never wanted to come to this party.The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the air smelled like cheap alcohol mixed with too much perfume. My best friend had dragged me here, promising it would help me “get over” my recent breakup. But all I wanted was to just go home, curl up in bed,
The weeks that followed became a dangerous, addictive rhythm that consumed me completely.During the day, I remained Nina Brooks… the calm, efficient personal assistant who brought Mr Daniel his black coffee, organized his demanding schedule, and smiled politely when others were around. No one in t







