登入She said no. She screamed it. But as I kept my cock pressed right against her wet entrance, I could see the truth. Her pussy was throbbing violently at the mere idea of me breaking the rules. It was opening and closing like a little mouth, dripping fresh wetness onto my skin. "Your mouth says no, Freya," I whispered, my voice thick and heavy as I leaned over her bare backside. "But your pussy is telling me something completely different. It's begging for it." "Don't do it, Connor," she whimpered, her hands clawing desperately at the carpet under the bed. "Please, just don't." I let out a rough laugh. The hypocrisy was driving me crazy. "Oh, so now you have morals? Give me a break. You have no problem fucking around with that sissy boyfriend of yours every weekend. You think I don't hear you? It’s a real problem for me, Freya. Listening to you give it up for him while I'm down the hall." "We are siblings!" she yelled back, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and undeniable arousal
I walked into the kitchen, my stomach growling. All I wanted was a piece of toast with the last bit of strawberry jam. But when I reached for the jar, another hand grabbed it at the exact same time. It was Freya. My stepsister."Get your hands off it, Connor," she snapped, pulling the jar toward her chest. "I saw it first.""No way," I said, tugging it back. "You always take the last of everything in this house. Leave it alone."We wrestled over that stupid glass bottle for two whole minutes, our fingers twisting around the lid. Freya gave a sharp yank, tore it from my grip, and laughed in my face. "Too bad, loser," she mocked, turning on her heel and running up the stairs with the prize."Yeah, go choke on it!" I yelled after her, completely annoyed.I sent into the living room, threw myself onto the couch, and turned on my gaming console. I grabbed the controller, trying to forget about how much she irritated me. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. I was right in the middle of a diffi
The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble.Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver. "You are so beautiful," she whispered to the screen. "You don't even know I exist, but you own me." This was her life. This was her secret. For two years, she had done this every single day. She did not want a boyfriend. She did not want a real man. Real men were clumsy. Real men were disappointing. Mike Hermes was perfect, even if he was just pixels on a screen. She was totally obsessed, and she wanted to live in this fake world forever.Slowly, she slid her right hand down her flat stomach. Her finger
I slipped into the throne room wearing the short skirt he had secretly requested earlier today. The fabric barely reached mid-thigh, and I had left the top three buttons of my blouse undone, just like he wanted. Every step I took made me feel exposed, my breasts were nearly spilling out, my nipples already hard against the thin material. The palace was quiet but not empty, because there were still guards patrolling the halls. And it made all of this feel risky. King Elias sat on the throne, legs spread, crown slightly crooked on his dark hair. The moment the heavy doors closed behind me, he told me to step forward with his finger. “Come here, little one.” I walked to him on shaky legs. He pulled me close, then turned me around and bent me over the throne. My hands gripped the arms of the throne as he yanked my short skirt up around my waist, exposing my bare ass and soaked pussy. My undone blouse hung open, my breasts spilling out completely. “Such a good little servant,” he gro
“I want to—”The words barely left my lips before King Elias closed the distance and kissed me.The kiss wasn’t the gentle type of kiss. It was hungry, demanding, like he was pouring all his emotions into one kiss. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep as one large hand gripped the back of my neck and the other pulled my hips flush against him. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers curling into his shirt as my body melted against his solid frame.He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. “I want you,” he rasped against my lips. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked in and saw me naked. My sweet, innocent little servant… dripping for her king.”He walked me backward until my back hit the wall, his hands roaming over my body. He pushed my simple dress up around my waist, his fingers finding my soaked panties and tugging them down my legs. The cool air hit my wet pussy, making me shiver.“So wet already,” he murmured, sliding two thick fingers through my fo
I stood there frozen, my heart hammering, as the king’s question hung in the air; it was thick and heavy. The weight of the question resting heavy on my shoulder.“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice low and velvet-rough, “what exactly were you staring at?”I couldn’t answer him at this point. My mouth was dry, my cheeks were burning. I stood there frozen, my eyes locked on his perfect naked body, that still had water still dripping down his chest and solid abs. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could probably hear it from where he stood.King Elias stepped out of the bath completely, not bothering to cover himself with any piece of clothing. He moved with the easy confidence of a man who knew he owned everything in sight including me in that moment. He stopped just a few feet away, he was so close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his skin.“You’re trembling,” he said softly. “Are you afraid of me, Xena?”I shook my head, then nodded, then shook it again. I didn’t k







