LOGINChapter 4The glass bottle in my ass is a solid, unyielding presence, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge of my own flesh giving way. My breath comes in ragged gasps around Toby’s cock, my throat working to swallow him down as he fucks my mouth with short, brutal thrusts. The weight of the bottle shifts inside me with every movement, pressing against something deep, something that makes my toes curl into the rumpled sheets. I whimper, the sound vibrating around Toby’s shaft, and his fingers tighten in my hair.Then Rico’s breath is hot against my ear, his lips brushing the shell as he murmurs, "You’re taking this so well, baby." His voice is a dark "Think you can handle more?"I don’t get to answer.A cold drizzle splashes against my inner thighs, slick and sudden, and I jerk only for Michael’s hand to slap down on my lower back, pinning me in place. "Stay still, slut," he growls, and the command sends a shameful pulse of heat through me. Then I feel it, the blunt, insiste
Chapter 3Michael’s cock slams home with a wet, brutal sound, his hips slapping against the backs of my thighs as he pins me to the edge of the mattress. My back arches involuntarily, my fingers clawing at the cum-soaked sheets beneath me, the fabric clinging to my skin. His thumb presses hard against my clit, grinding in tight circles, and I whimper around the pressure, my body already winding tight again. He’s not gentle. He’s not here to be gentle. His other hand grips my ankle, yanking it higher, spreading me wider, and I can feel the stretch in my inner thighs, the way my pussy clings to him as he drags himself almost all the way out before slamming back in.“Fuck, you take it so good,” he growls, his voice rough, his breath hot against my throat as he leans over me. His cock swells inside me, thick and relentless, and I can feel the ridge of his tip dragging against my walls with every thrust. My nails dig into the mattress, my toes curling as pleasure coils tighter, my brea
Chapter 2 The door slams against the wall with a force that makes the hinges groan, and before I can even process the intrusion, the room floods with heat and the scent of leather and whiskey. Michael’s boots thud against the hardwood first, his broad frame blocking the light from the hallway, his dark eyes already locked onto where Asher’s cock is still buried inside me. His jaw tightens, nostrils flaring like a bull catching the scent of blood. Behind him, Israel shoves past with a rough laugh, his calloused fingers immediately going to his belt buckle, the metallic clink of it unbuckling sharp in the thick air. Toby and Rico spill in after, their chests heaving, their gazes burning with the same hunger, like they’ve been starved for weeks and I’m the feast laid out before them.Asher doesn’t move. Not at first. His hips are still pressed flush against mine, his cock twitching deep inside me, his cum already leaking out around the stretch of him. His smirks slow and deliberate
Chapter 1The silk of my wedding dress clings to my skin like a second layer, the corset laced so tight I can barely draw a full breath. Every exhale sends a shiver through me, not from the chill of the chapel air, but from the weight of what’s coming. The vows are done. The rings exchanged. The priest’s voice still hums in my ears, but all I can focus on is the way Asher’s fingers press into the small of my back as he guides me toward the bridal suite, his touch possessive, almost impatient.The door clicks shut behind us, sealing us in. The room is dim, lit only by the golden glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. Him. My husband. The word still feels foreign, heavy on my tongue.Asher doesn’t waste time. His hands are on me before I can even turn fully, gripping my hips, pulling me against him. The hard ridge of his cock strains against his trousers, pressing into my stomach. I gasp, but the sound is swallowed when his mouth crashes
Chapter 5My ass is in the air, my face pressed into the mattress as he kneels behind me, his cock dragging through my slick folds. “I’m going fuck this tight little cunt now,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. “And you’re gonna take every inch like a good slut.”I barely have time to brace before he slams into me, his cock stretching me wide in one brutal thrust. My scream is muffled by the sheets, my fingers clawing at the bed as he bottoms out inside me. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust, he pulls back and slams into me again, his balls slapping against my clit with every snap of his hips. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound lost under the wet slap of skin and my broken moans.“Fuck, she’s tight,” Ethan groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Like a fucking vise.”Liam’s weight presses into the bed beside me, his mouth finding mine again as his hand slides under my body, his fingers circling my clit. “You like that, baby?” he murmurs against my
Chapter 4The second Ray’s fingers slide out of me, my body clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled again. My thighs tremble, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to recover from the last orgasm still rippling through me. But there’s no time to catch my breath, no mercy here. His touch is gone for only a heartbeat before something cold and smooth presses against my slick folds. A low, electric hum fills the air, vibrating through my bones before it even touches me properly.“Fuck!” The word tears out of me as the toy buzzes against my clit, the sensation so intense it borders on pain. My back arches off the bed, my nails digging into the sheets as my hips jerk involuntarily. Ray doesn’t give me a second to adjust, he drags the toy down, pressing it against my entrance before sliding it inside me in one rough thrust. The vibrations rattle my teeth, my vision blurring for a second as my inner walls clamp down around it. It’s too much, too fast, but my body betrays me, a
Chapter 1The house is too quiet except for the creak of the bedspring in my parents’ room, I press my ear against the wood, my breath shallow, my fingers curling into the hem of my sleep shirt. It’s late, too late for this, but I can’t pull myself away. The air is thick with the scent of my own
Chapter 3I hollow my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, my tongue swirling around the head. He tastes like my mother, like sex, like sin. His grip on my hair tightens, his hips rocking forward, fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. Saliva drips down my chin, my eyes watering, but I don’t pull
Chapter 5The moment his cock slips from my mouth, I stay on my knees, my lips still parted, my tongue flicking out to catch the last salty drop of him. My thighs are slick with my own arousal, my skin still stinging from the belt, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm he forced from
Chapter 5 My thighs stick together, slick with his cum and my own arousal, my panties tangled around one ankle like a discarded thought. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, but I don’t have time to savor it. Not when Jennie’s deal is still dangling over my head like a noose, not when the condu







