White Wife Craves Black Cock (Part Two)He moved to the other breast, his hand slipping under her skirt again, finding her cunt slick and ready. “Still soaked,” he muttered against her skin. “This pussy’s starving for cock.”“It’s starving for your cock,” she panted, fingers fumbling with his belt. “Let me feel it. I want to see what I’ve been fantasizing about.”David’s hands flew to his waistband. He stepped back just enough to kick off his shoes and shove his trousers down. Hallie’s eyes dropped when she saw him. His black cóck was thick, hard, and already dripping at the tip, her breath caught in her throat.“Holy shit…” she whispered, eyes wide, licking her lips. “You’ve been hiding that this whole time? This is the most beautiful black cock I've ever seen”His lips curved into a wicked smile. “It’s all yours, sweetheart.”She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly. “It’s so hot… you’re so hard.”“I’ve been hard since you walked in wearing that fucking sk
Hallie hadn’t planned on inviting David over, but the way he looked at her all day made her skin burn under her blouse.He wasn’t the teenage boy she once taught. No, now he was a man of twenty-five with broad shoulders, confident eyes, and a mouth that made her imagine the kind of things she hadn’t dared think about in years.Every glance from him felt like a slow drag of fingers down her spine. By the time the final bell rang, she was already wet, and not because of the heat outside.They’d gone over some of his notes in the staff room, knees brushing under the small table, their conversation filled with subtle looks and lingering pauses. She pretended to be focused, but her body was already betraying her.“You’ve got a good eye for detail,” she told him, setting down the paper he’d handed her.David smiled, leaning back just enough to let his thigh press harder into hers. “That’s because I had a good teacher.”There was a challenge in his voice, a low hum of flirtation. Hallie didn
"Damn it!" Sarah hissed as she pushes the wheel of the cart creaked across the sixth floor of the library. The hallway lights flickered faintly, then steadied. The entire floor was empty, just like it always was at this hour. Still, something about the silence tonight felt heavier, like it was pressing against her skin.She glanced up at the timer on the wall and twisted the knob. Twenty minutes. That was all the light she'd have before the motion sensors failed again. She parked the cart in the middle of the aisle and sighed, rubbing her arms. The temperature was freezing, especially on this floor. She’d forgotten her cardigan again.The chill licked at her bare legs, sliding up beneath the silk of her skirt, tracing her thighs and crawling across her chest. She shivered as her nipples tightened under the thin cotton of her blouse.Sarah tried to distract herself with the books, reaching up to place one on a high shelf. But her mind drifted. The quiet, the cold, and the isolation all
The Night He Claimed His Whore (2)I gasped, the words catching in my throat as heat surged through every nerve in my body. My hands clawed at the sheets, and my walls clenched around him involuntarily."You!" I cried out. "Fuck—it's yours. This pussy is yours."A wicked chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Damn right it is.”Ryan didn’t hold back. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back hard.“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled behind me, each word landing as deep as his cock did inside me.I gasped, my voice breaking into a moan as he drove into me again. His grip on my hips was bruising, possessive. His balls slapped against my thighs with every thrust, echoing through the kitchen. The sting, the roughness, the complete loss of control. It was everything I had been craving.“You like being used like this? Like my personal fuck toy?” he asked, his voice dark, breath hot against my neck.“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I whimpered, barely able to hold myself up as he continued poundin
[Part One]It was barely past 1 a.m. when we stumbled through the door, drunk off champagne. The wedding party had been crazy, but it was the free-flowing alcohol and the way Ryan, my boyfriend, looked in that crisp white shirt and navy tie that had me wet by dessert.Every time he leaned in close, spicy and masculine his cologne flooded my senses. I’d been rubbing my thighs together in the backseat of the cab, my panties already damp just thinking about his dick in my pussy. The second the door clicked shut behind us, I pounced on him. My hands flew to his chest, yanking open his blazer. The buttons clattered against the hardwood as I fumbled to loosen his tie. I rose up on my toes and crushed my lips against his, tasting vodka as my tongue demanded entrance. I didn’t wait for permission.He kissed me back, but the second I bit his lower lip hard, he jerked away with a grunt.“Damn, babe. Someone’s feeling needy tonight?” He licked his lip and ran his fingers over the spot. “Did y
SUMMARY: A work crush turns into a dangerously addictive obsession when Ellie invites Nathan over for cookies, and ends up surrendering to the one man who’s been silently waiting to ruin her, body and soul.••••••••••••••••••••||||||||••••••••••••••••••••I’ve had a crush on Nathan since the first day I joined the firm. It was never just about his looks, although those were distracting enough.It was the way he carried himself. He was always confident and controlled. Maybe it was the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking.There was heat in his gaze, something quiet but wild, like he was always one step away from doing something reckless. I spent months wondering what it would be like if he ever snapped.So when he messaged me out of nowhere and asked if he could come over for cookies and a movie, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I said yes without hesitation. I baked the cookies and I picked a movie. But really, I got myself ready for him. I wore an oversize