Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (5)With her breasts already bared from the open front of her athletic top, Vera slowly lifted the fabric over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed under the light, soft and flushed, her chest rising with each breath. She reached for the waistband of her skirt, fingers hooking the edge, but Ron stopped her with a low command.“Wait right there.”He stepped up behind her. His hands came around her waist, palms gliding up her stomach, smooth and trembling beneath his touch. He looked straight at Peter, locking eyes with the younger man as his hands slid beneath Vera’s full breasts.“You like touching her like this, boy?”Peter swallowed. “Yeah. Of course.”“Gets your cock hard?”“Yes, sir.”“Makes you want to fuck her, huh?”“Yes, sir.”“Take your cock out.”Peter blinked. “What? Why, Dad?”“We’re learning here. Take it out.”There was a long pause before Peter gave in. He reached for his zipper, dragged it down slowly, and pulled his
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (4)Vera slid her small hand into the open fly of Ron’s pants, her fingertips fumbling briefly with the fold of his boxer shorts before slipping inside.When she found what she was looking for, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and pulled it free. The thick, long shaft sprang out hard and ready, veined and heavy in her grip.“Dios mío.” Her voice was breathless as she sat back on her heels, wide-eyed. Her gaze lit with awe and something far filthier. “You and your son are not the same, Papi. Your cock is so much bigger.”Ron smirked and reached down, gently stroking her soft golden-brown hair. His fingers slid through it slowly, tender and possessive. “He’s got some growing up to do.”“Sí.”“You want to suck that, don’t you, little kitten?”She looked up at him with heat and uncertainty. “Will it... cum?”“Not unless I let it. A little girl like you couldn’t make this cock cum if you tried.”Vera bit her lip and grinned. “That sounds li
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (3)She moved toward him. “Maybe I do.”He nodded toward the chair she’d just vacated. “Up.”She stepped onto it, now face to face with him. Her hungry eyes held him.“How long does he last in bed?”“A few minutes,” she admitted, her voice trembling now. “At best.”“You need more than that.”She nodded. “God, yes, I do, sir. I need so much more.”Ron’s voice was controlled. “Does he use a condom every time?”“Yes, sir. Always. He finishes and just… stops.”“Does he make you cum?”She looked down for a second. “No. Never.”His jaw tensed. “So how do you finish?”She lifted her chin. “Usually with my fingers when I get home. He’s too rough and he doesn’t pay attention. He just shoves them in, like I’m some kind of sex toy. No patience. No rhythm.”Ron circled the chair slowly, his eyes moving down the delicate lines of her thighs, the subtle sway of her hips, the tension wound tight in her spine.“That’s not how you treat a woman, Vera.”She turned her
Claiming His Son's Sexy Girlfriend (2)He opened the door to his study and left it wide behind him. She hesitated, then followed. The room smelled like cedar and old books. He sank into the deep red leather chair and motioned to the other across from him.She sat carefully, pressing her knees together. Her back remained stiff.“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, watching her body more than her eyes. “I just wanted to tell you something.”“Y-yes, sir?”“You and Peter. You seem to be getting really close.”“I guess,” she said, fiddling with her fingers.“You guess?” he echoed, smiling.“Well... I mean, I don’t know. Maybe you should ask him that.”He chuckled darkly. “Vera, the moment I met you, I pulled Peter aside and told him, ‘You don’t fuck this up.’ I saw right away. You’re different.”She blinked. “Me?”“Yes, you. Julie doesn’t like you because you aren’t a plastic socialite with her nose in the air. But that’s exactly why I like you.”Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Y
Summary: She was supposed to be his son’s girlfriend, off-limits in every way. But the way she blushed when he looked at her…The way her eyes clung to his like she wanted him to see her, it lit a fire Ron never bothered to put out. Now she’s in his study, breathless as she sinks down onto his thick cock like she was made to take him.She’s his son’s girlfriend. But tonight, she rides him, and Ron has no intention of letting her go. •••••••••••••••••Ron pulled into the turnaround driveway just as the last sliver of sun dipped behind the horizon, bleeding red across the sky. He saw Peter’s blacked-out BMW parked beside his wife's Denali. Tucked near the end was a bright little red Honda with a sparkly pink license plate frame and a bumper sticker that read Go Winford Big Cats! A smirk tugged at his lips.Vera, his son's girlfriend, was here.Before stepping out, Ron paused and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He studied the tension in his own emerald-green eyes and c
Straight Guys Shouldn’t Fuck Each Other (9)When Clarke finally pulled out, my legs were already trembling, but he didn’t give me time to recover. He moved behind me, fingers gripping my hips with practiced ease.“I want his ass this time,” he told Maddox, voice low and steady. “You take his mouth.”They didn’t ask. They didn’t need to. They handled me like I belonged to them, like they knew every part of me and weren’t finished breaking me in.They flipped me, pressed me down, and my skin shivered under their grip.And I let them.No… I craved it.Clarke pushed inside me, the stretch slow and unforgiving. Every inch dragged heat through my spine. I whimpered as Maddox dropped in front of me, fisting my hair and guiding his cock to my lips.“Open up, baby,” he growled, his gaze locked on mine. “Let me feel that throat again.”I did.With Clarke filling me from behind and Maddox forcing himself past my lips, I was completely surrounded. Owned. Overwhelmed.I moaned around Maddox’s cock