LOGINI dragged my tongue slowly through Lily’s cum-filled pussy, tasting the messy mix of my loads and her sweet juices. She whimpered and spread her thighs wider, fingers tangling in my hair as I licked deeper, sucking gently on her swollen clit. “Jax… oh fuck,” she moaned, hips rolling against my face. “Your mouth feels so good.” I growled against her folds, the vibration making her gasp. I pushed two fingers back inside her, pumping slowly while my tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. She was still so sensitive from the last orgasms that it didn’t take long before her legs started trembling. “Cum on my tongue, princess,” I ordered, curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot. “Give me one more before I fuck you again.” Lily came with a broken cry, her pussy flooding my mouth with fresh wetness. I lapped up every drop, cleaning her thoroughly before I climbed back up her body and kissed her deeply, letting her taste us both on my tongue. She kissed me back hungrily, her small hands
My cock was already hardening again inside her when Lily whispered those words against my chest. The feel of her tight, cum-filled pussy still fluttering around me made it impossible to stay soft for long. I rolled us so she was on top, my hands gripping her soft hips as I looked up at her flushed face and messy hair. “Ride me, princess,” I growled, my voice rough with fresh need. “Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy. “Fuck, you’re so deep like this,” she moaned, starting to move. Her full tits bounced as she rolled her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis
“You sure you want to do this, princess?” I rumbled, voice low as I swung my leg over the bike and stood to my full height. At 6’4” and covered in ink, most women took one look at the cut on my back and the scars on my knuckles and ran the other way. Not her. She bit her full lower lip, cheeks flushing pink under the parking lot lights of the deserted roadside bar. “I… I told you. My friends dared me to get a ride from the scariest biker I could find tonight. But I didn’t expect…” Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining my jeans, then flicked back up quickly. “You’re huge.” A slow grin spread across my face. I stepped closer, crowding her against the warm metal of my bike. “Name’s Jax. And yeah, I’m big everywhere, baby. You gonna tell me your name before I decide how I’m gonna fuck you?” “Lily,” she whispered, her breath catching when my calloused hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. “I’m Lily.” “Pretty name for a pretty little thing who’s about to get ruin
“Sister Lucia…” I breathed her name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. My voice came out rough, still hoarse from the groan I’d tried to swallow earlier. She rose slowly from her knees, the black fabric of her habit whispering against the stone floor. Her eyes never left mine, it looked dark, hungry, and shining with the same sin that burned in my veins. “You recognized my voice, didn’t you, Father?” she whispered, stepping closer until the scent of her filled my lungs. “I heard the way you pulled down your zipper when I started talking. You wanted this as much as I did.” I should have stepped back. I should have made the sign of the cross and sent her to pray a hundred rosaries. Instead, my hands moved on their own, reaching for her waist, and pulling her against me. The moment our bodies met, my cock surged fully hard again, pressing insistently against her through the layers of fabric. “This is wrong,” I muttered, even as my fingers dug into the soft
My cock twitched hard the moment her breathy voice floated through the screen of the confessional. “I have sinned, Father,” she whispered, low and trembling. “It has been months since my last confession.” I shifted on the hard wooden seat, already feeling the familiar ache building in my groin. That voice sounded so much like Sister Lucia’s, the same tone I heard every morning during Lauds. But no, I told myself firmly, pushing the thought away. It couldn’t be. She was a nun, pure and devoted. This was just some a lady from the parish. “Go on, my child,” I murmured, my voice steadier than I felt. My hand moved instinctively to my lap, pressing against the growing bulge in my cassock. She drew a shaky breath. “My father was away for some weeks, his best friend came over to return some tools and help with the leaking sink. We talked for some time, and had a little wine. Then he looked at me, and I… I couldn’t stop myself.” My cock throbbed, straining against the fabric. I palmed it
Chloe’s POV The tiny red-and-white pleated skirt barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, the matching crop top stretched tight across my breasts with “BLACKWOOD” spelled out in glittery letters right over my nipples. White knee-high socks with red ribbons, white sneakers, and two bright red pom-poms completed the look. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, swinging with every step I took. Jeff was already waiting, seated in the large leather armchair, legs spread, wearing only a black trousers. His eyes darkened with excitement the moment he saw me. The bulge in his pants twitched visibly as I gave the pom-poms a little shake and flashed him a bright, wicked smile. “Ready to watch the show, Mr. Blackwood?” I asked, my voice sweet but laced with challenge. “Tonight the cheerleader is in charge.” He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips, but he didn’t move. “Is that so?” I walked straight to the padded spanking bench in the center of the room and clim
The balcony doors stood wide open, letting the night breeze sweep across our sweat-slicked skin. Below us, the caldera dropped away in darkness, broken only by the faint twinkle of lights from distant boats and the occasional flash of a cruise ship far out on the water. Up here, though, it felt lik
My boots squelched in the mud as I followed them up the steps, legs still trembling from what they’d done to me against that tree. Water dripped from my ruined blouse and skirt, plastering everything to my skin, but the chill barely registered. All I could feel was the ache between my thighs, the
"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
Kai walked beside me, hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed in that way only he could manage after a day of nothing but running around the beach.I’d been trying not to think about Fred—his last text still burned in my mind: *You’re too much, Helen. Too big, too loud, too needy.* But the words ke







