MasukNANCY'S POV 6The drive home from the campsite felt endless, three hours of charged silence broken only by Mom’s cheerful chatter about how “refreshed” she felt and how much work awaited her at the office. I sat in the back, my thighs pressed together, still tender and slick from the final stolen moments before dawn. Eric’s eyes kept finding mine in the rearview mirror, dark, sinful, knowing, and promising green orbs. Every time our gazes locked, my core clenched around nothing.Finally, we pulled into the driveway just as the sun dipped low. Mom kissed my cheek, and hugged Eric tight, then disappeared upstairs to shower and change, already on her phone scheduling tomorrow’s meetings. “Dinner at seven,” she called down. “I’m starving!”I carried my duffel up to my room, my heart hammering. The door hadn’t even clicked shut when Eric slipped in behind me, silent, and predatory. He kicked it closed with his heel, and pressed his chest to my back, abd buried his face in the crook of my
NANCY'S POV 5The tent air felt thicker than blood. The moonlight had faded to pre-dawn gray, but neither of us had slept. Eric’s body was a furnace behind me, his chest to my back, his thighs cradling mine, his cock still half-hard and slick from earlier, nestled hot against the cleft of my ass.My nightgown was useless now, twisted around my waist, my pajama bottoms shoved down just enough to bare me from the hips down.His hand had been between my legs for what felt like hours, slow, merciless circles on my clit, his fingers dipping inside only to pull out before I could tip over the edge. I was shaking, drenched, every nerve screaming.Then he shifted.One large hand gripped my hip, angling me forward onto my knees while keeping my upper body low. The blanket stayed draped over us like a thin, useless veil. His other hand guided himself, thick head nudging my entrance, parting swollen folds.“Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, his voice gravel and a command. “Not one fucking soun
NANCY'S POV 4The tent was thick with heat, our shared body heat, the lingering champagne haze, the suffocating weight of everything we weren’t supposed to want. Mom’s soft snores had become background static, unreliable now. I lay on my side, facing away from Eric, my nightgown rucked up to my waist, my bare ass pressed back against his hips. His arm was still locked around me, possessive, unyielding.His fingers moved first.Slow. Deliberate.They slipped beneath the loose waistband of my pajama bottoms, ones I’d pulled on over the nightgown earlier just for the illusion of modesty. The elastic gave way easily. His callused fingertips grazed the sensitive skin below my navel, then lower, tracing the crease where the thigh met the hip.I sucked in a silent breath.He didn’t rush.One finger dipped between my folds, slick, swollen, embarrassingly ready, and circled my clit once, lazy and light.My hips jerked involuntarily.“Shhh,” he breathed against my ear, so quiet it was more vibr
NANCY'S POV 3The tent was dark except for faint silver moonlight seeping through the mesh ceiling. Mom’s soft snores had become a steady, distant rhythm on the far side. I woke slowly, too warm, too aware, realizing Eric’s arm was locked around my waist like iron. His chest was molded to my back, thighs tucked behind mine, every hard inch of him pressed flush against me.He was asleep. He had to be.His breathing was deep, even… until it wasn’t.I stayed perfectly still for one long heartbeat, then, slowly, deliberately, I arched my spine just enough to press my ass back against him. The thick ridge of his erection was unmistakable through his jeans and my thin nightgown. Hot. Rigid. Throbbing faintly in time with his pulse.A shiver ripped through me. My core clenched hard around nothing.I did it again, subtler this time, a slow roll of my hips, dragging myself along the length of him. The friction was torture through layers of fabric. My clit pulsed in response, already swollen a
NANCY'S POV 2The fire had burned down to glowing coals by the time we crawled into the tent. Mom was already fading fast, her cheeks flushed from the fever, her eyes heavy after swallowing the cold medicine with a mug of herbal tea. Eric had worked a small miracle with the bedding, unzipping the sleeping bags, overlapping them like puzzle pieces, and draping the one shared blanket across the middle section so it looked almost intentional.Mom gave a weak smile as she settled on the far edge. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, you two,” she murmured, her voice thick and sleepy. “Enjoy the camping trip. It’s Nancy’s big weekend.” She patted my hand, then Eric’s arm, and within minutes her breathing had deepened into the soft, congested rhythm of sleep.The tent suddenly felt much smaller.I’d washed up at the creek earlier, the cold water doing nothing to cool the heat still simmering under my skin. Back in the tent, I slipped out of my underwear, telling myself it was just for comfort in t
NANCY'S POVMy eighteenth birthday was finally here. But it dawned on me with a betrayal I couldn't and wouldn't confess to anyone; the moment I looked at Eric, and wanted him to touch me. Not as my step father, but as a man. I hadn't meant to stare. I was supposed to be packing, zipping the last of my cloth into the duffel bag while excitement buzzed about the camping trip I'd finally won after years of pleading with mom. Instead, I stood at the window, frozen, as if the sight below had pinned me in place. Which it did.Eric was in the driveway, shirtless, water from the hose streaming over his broad shoulders and down the taut ridges of his chest. The sun caught every droplet, turning them to fire against his tanned skin. His biceps flexed hard as he scrubbed the old Jeep's hood; a rivulet traced the center line of his abdomen and slipped beneath the low, soaked waistband of his jeans. He tilted his head back, laughing at the spray hitting his face. A low, rough sound, the same so
MY BOSS AND I 2IVYMarcus turned his hair slightly, his lip brushing against mine in a tentative kiss. I responded immediately, deepening the kiss as my hands move to his shoulders, pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me in with a mix of urgency and tenderness Our kisses
A NIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ 3VERAI felt a surge of need as Carson lips pressed against mine, and I knew I wanted more. I broke the kiss for a moment, looking into his eyes. Without saying a word, I took his hand and guided towards the guest room. My heart was pounding with anticipation.
RIDING THE BAD BOY 2ZAYLAI clenched my emptiness, as I felt him against my palm. Hot, veiny and thickly massive with pre ejaculate sliding down his shaft. He growled, feral and deep, as he ripped my shirt open. The coor air hit my sensitive skin, my nipples hard and aching under his stare. "Oh,
A NIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ CARSON HARLOW (ML) — 35 YRSVERA SMITH (FL) — 26 YRSCARSON I pulled up to Paul's place, with a bottle of fine wine in hand the kind that usually requires a bit of ceremony. I took a deep breath and headed up the steps, giving the door a firm knock. After a mo







