LOGINI lay there beneath Richard, his muscular body heavy and warm against my back, his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. Every shallow breath made me clench around him, drawing out little aftershocks that left me whimpering softly into the sheets. His cum was already starting to leak out around where we were joined, slick and warm down my thighs. He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the back of my neck, then nipped the same spot with his teeth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Sara,” he murmured, voice rough. “Hearing you moan ‘Daddy’ while you fucked yourself… it snapped something in me.” He pulled out slowly, and I moaned at the empty feeling. A thick trickle of his cum dripped from my swollen pussy onto the bed. Richard flipped me onto my back and stared down at the mess he’d made of me, his gray eyes dark with renewed hunger. His cock, still mostly hard and glistening with our combined juices, twitched against his abs. “Stay right there,” he or
“I… I can explain—” I stammered, my voice cracking. My fingers were still buried deep inside my dripping pussy, my thighs trembling from the intense orgasm I’d just had moaning his name. “Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.” He repeated. He took another step into my bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him with a soft click. “Finish what you started, Sara. I want to watch.” Shame flooded my cheeks, but my body responded instantly. My pussy clenched hard around my fingers at the authority in his tone. Slowly, I began moving again, sliding my fingers in and out of my soaked folds while he watched. The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, even louder now that the only other noise was his heavy breathing and the faint sound from the video of his gym grunt still playing on my phone. Richard’s jaw flexed. He reached over and picked up my phone, turning the volume up so his own deep grunts and heavy breaths played clearly. Then he set it on the nightstand and crossed his arms, the muscles in his bi
I shouldn’t have been doing this. Not in the middle of the day with the house supposedly empty. But the ache between my thighs had become unbearable the second I opened Instagram and saw the new story highlight from my hot stepfather, Richard.He was at the gym again—shirtless, sweat glistening over the hard ridges of his abs, veins standing out on his powerful forearms as he gripped the pull-up bar. The video was short, just fifteen seconds of him knocking out perfect reps, muscles flexing, that deep, masculine grunt escaping every time he pulled his chin over the bar. I had it on loop, volume low but audible, his heavy breathing filling my bedroom like he was right there with me.“Fuck, Richard…” I moaned, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy.My shorts and panties were tossed somewhere on the floor. I lay sprawled on my bed, legs spread wide, knees bent, one hand frantically working my clit while the other pumped my fingers in and out. The wet, obscene sounds mixed with
I lay curled against Kai’s chest on the wide leather couch, my body a map of sweet aches and drying sweat. Every breath reminded me of how thoroughly he’d claimed me, my pussy was swollen and leaking, my ass still tingling from his cock, my nipples sore from his teeth and fingers. The jeweled plug had been removed, but the memory of that forbidden fullness lingered. I should have been finished, I was finished. And yet, when his fingers trailed down my spine and dipped between my cheeks again, a fresh shiver of need rippled through me. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice husky in the dim glow of the city lights. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Still want more, don’t you?” I hated how easily he read me. I hated how right he was. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice raw from hours of screaming. “I shouldn’t… but I do.” A dark, triumphant smile curved his lips. He kissed me slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world, even though the sky outside was beginning
The shower had barely rinsed the evidence of our intimacy from my skin before Kai had me pressed against the cool tiles again. His cock, relentless and insatiable, slid back inside me under the spray. I came once more with his hand around my throat and his teeth on my shoulder, but he didn’t finish. Instead, he shut off the water, dried me with a thick towel, and carried my limp, naked body back into the main office. My mind was hazy, floating in a sea of endorphins and exhaustion, but my body still hummed with need. He set me down in front of his massive leather executive chair, the one I’d fantasized about since my first day working for him. “Sit,” he ordered softly. I obeyed, sinking into the buttery leather. It felt cool against my heated skin. Kai knelt in front of me, spreading my thighs wide over the armrests, completely exposing me. He looked up at me with those dark, predatory eyes as he leaned in and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit, tasting the mixture of our
My body felt boneless as I slumped against Kai’s chest on the couch, his cock still buried deep inside me, softening slowly while his cum leaked out around our joined bodies. My thighs trembled from the effort of riding him, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. I could barely lift my head, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. He kissed my damp forehead, then gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. Those dark eyes burned with unrelenting hunger. “You think that was enough?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve waited months for this, Elara. Tonight you’re going to take everything I give you.” Before I could respond, he lifted me off his lap, his cum dripping down my legs as he stood. I swayed on my heels, but he steadied me with strong hands on my waist. He stripped the rest of my clothes off efficiently, leaving me completely naked except for my black stilettos. The cool office air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten into hard peaks. “Leave the shoes on
"Kai," I whispered, voice still shaky from the orgasm he'd just pulled out of me with nothing but his fingers and filthy words. "That was… I don't even know."He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against my skin. "You don't have to know. You just have to feel it." His thumbs stroked slow circles ov
The cuffs were soft against my wrists but firm enough that every small tug reminded me I couldn’t go anywhere. Russ had left me spread on the bench for a long minute—long enough for the cool air to kiss the wetness between my thighs, long enough for my breathing to slow from frantic gasps to deep,
I had already turned off most of the lights when the front door clicked open again.The main room was dim—only the warm track spots above the center pole were still glowing, turning the mirrors into soft gold rectangles and making every surface look like it was breathing. I was barefoot on the spru
The rest of the team had cleared out twenty minutes ago—shouting, slapping backs, heading to the bus or the bar. I stayed behind because my ribs felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to them during that last tackle. Coach told me to ice, rest, not be a hero. So here I was, alone under the fluo







