MasukThe 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
My legs were still shaking as Kai slowly pulled out of me. I felt the warm rush of his cum trickle down my inner thigh, and the realization that I was standing in his office with my skirt bunched around my waist, blouse half-unbuttoned, blindfold now dangling from his fingers, hit me like a second wave of heat. My cheek and breasts were still pressed to the cool glass, nipples aching from the friction. I couldn’t look him in the eye yet, not after the way I’d screamed for him. He turned me gently but firmly, his large hands steadying my hips. Those dark eyes scanned my flushed face, my swollen lips, the mess between my legs. A slow, satisfied smirk curved his mouth. “Messy girl,” he murmured, voice rough with lingering lust. He reached down and gathered some of his cum that had escaped with two fingers, then brought them to my lips. “Open.” I hesitated only a second before parting my lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting me taste the salty, musky blend of us. I sucked obedien
The silk of his tie was still warm from his neck as he knotted it firmly over my eyes, plunging the world into velvet darkness. My back pressed against the cool expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window in his corner office, the city lights of Chicago glittering far below like scattered diamonds. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. We were forty-three floors up, and anyone with binoculars or a drone could be watching. Or so I thought. “Kai,” I whispered, my voice already shaking. “Someone might—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I could finish, the taste of him flooded my senses. One large hand pinned my wrists above my head against the glass while the other shoved my pencil skirt up around my waist in one rough motion. Cool air kissed my bare thighs and the soaked lace of my thong. “You talk too much when you’re nervous, Elara,” he growled against my lips. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric and ripped it aside, not bothering to take it off. “Tonight
I came down slowly, trembling, my thighs still clamped around Rivka’s head. She didn’t pull away. She kept licking me through the aftershocks in gentle, lazy strokes that made my oversensitive clit twitch and my breath hitch in tiny, broken moans. “Fuck… Rivka…” I gasped, trying to close my legs. She held them open with strong hands, pressing a soft kiss to my mound before lifting her head. Her mouth and chin glistened. The firelight painted her flushed and wild. “Don’t you dare hide from me now,” she murmured, voice husky. “You taste too good. Sweet and desperate. I could stay right here all night.” I whimpered at her words, a fresh wave of heat rolling through me even though I’d just shattered. She crawled up my body, kissing my soft belly, the undersides of my breasts, my collarbone, until her weight settled over me again. Her clothes were still on, rough wool and thermal fabric against my bare skin. The contrast made me shiver. “You’re shaking again,” she teased, nipping my j
Sylvaine’s POV I cursed under my breath as I shoved another log into the wood stove, my fingers already numb. The rental listing said “rustic charm.” It forgot to mention “no insulation” and “Wi-Fi is a myth.” A knock rattled the door before I could light the match. I wasn’t expecting anyone. The ferry had dropped me off hours ago, and the only other human I’d seen was the taciturn dock keeper who grunted directions. I opened the door a little, wind slapped my face, and behind it stood a woman holding a crate of firewood, snow clinging to her eyelashes and her dark curls. “You the American?” she asked. Her accent was thick, she was probably an islander. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Tormod said you’d freeze. He sent wood. And this.” She shouldered past me and set the crate down, then pulled a thermos from her coat. “Kaafi. It’s strong, you’ll need it.” I closed the door against the gale. “Thanks. I’m Sylvaine.” “Rivka.” She shrugged off her coat. She was broad-shouldered
Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, h
I lay between Deep Voice and Silver Chain on the wide couch in the corner, blanket draped loosely over my hips. My body felt heavy and loose, every muscle humming from the string of orgasms they had pulled out of me. My throat was raw, my ass tender and still slick inside, but my cock—miraculously—
I gasped as his hands pinned my wrists above my head, the rough bark of the oak tree scraping against my back through the thin fabric of my blouse. Rain poured down in sheets, soaking us both, but the heat between us was a fire that no storm could extinguish. His mouth crashed against mine, demandi
I woke up sometime later—still tangled in Cassian’s sheets, my body deliciously sore, his cum still leaking slowly from between my thighs. The city lights painted faint stripes across his bare chest. He was awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with that dark, patient hunger that never seemed to







