LOGINWarning: This book is fucking disgusting. If the thought of getting your tight little holes stretched, used, and ruined makes you uncomfortable, close it right now and go read something vanilla. But if your pussy is already dripping and your thighs are squeezing together… keep reading, you filthy little slut. Throw away every safe, sweet romance you’ve ever touched. This collection doesn’t ask permission. It kicks the door down, grabs you by the hair, slams you face-down, and fucks you raw until you forget your own name. No slow burn. No gentle teasing. No fade-to-black bullshit. Every story starts fast, hits harder, and doesn’t stop until she’s spread wide open, stuffed full of thick cock, leaking load after load from every hole, and begging like a desperate whore for more. Stepdads and stepbrothers who double-team her while Mommy sleeps ten feet away, pumping her full of forbidden cum. Daddy’s closest friend blackmailing her with that slutty nude she accidentally sent, forcing her to cum on his fingers while Dad cheers at the TV inches away. Being gangbanged by drunk older men in the bar —every hole used, every load swallowed or pumped deep until cum runs down her thighs in thick rivers. Choking. Breeding. Gangbangs. Triple penetration. Degradation. Face-fucking. Raw, unprotected creampies that ruin you for any other man. If the thought of being held down and used without mercy while you cum so hard you see stars makes your cunt throb… You’re exactly where you belong. Turn the page, baby.. Your men are waiting. And they’re starving to wreck you...
View MoreLiora needed air that didn’t taste like sex and passion. She slipped upstairs, heels clicking softly on the polished hardwood. The second floor was quieter but no less charged. Doors stood ajar, revealing glimpses of tangled bodies and low lamplight. Moans drifted down the hallway like smoke. Her thighs were still sticky from Rowan’s fingers, her body humming with leftover adrenaline and frustration. She wanted to be touched again. She also wanted to think straight for five goddamn minutes. A half-open door at the end of the corridor caught her eye. She pushed it wider. The guest room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp. Heavy curtains blocked the windows. A large four-poster bed dominated the space, sheets already rumpled. And there, leaning against the dresser, was the phantom. Silver-gray mask. Lean, elegant frame. Charcoal suit with faint silver threading that caught the light. He straightened when she entered, but didn’t crowd her. “You look like you’re running from some
Liora lasted twenty minutes before the ache between her legs became unbearable. She tried to lose herself in the crowd, weaving through masked strangers who were growing bolder by the minute. A woman in a peacock costume had her back pressed against a wall while two men kissed her neck in tandem. Somewhere nearby, low moans drifted from behind half-closed doors. The air itself felt thick, charged, like the whole mansion was slowly sliding into pure debauchery. She needed water. Or maybe to leave. Instead she found herself drawn toward a narrow hallway lined with heavy emerald drapes. A small silver plaque on the wall read *Velvet Room*. Curiosity and leftover heat from Rowan’s fingers won out. Inside, the lighting was low and intimate. Deep green velvet covered the walls and draped from the ceiling in heavy folds, swallowing sound and creating intimate pockets of shadow. Low couches and wide ottomans were arranged in loose circles. A dozen or so masked guests moved in the sp
The invitation had been thick black cardstock with gold lettering that smelled faintly of smokes. *Masks stay on until midnight. No exceptions.* Liora had laughed when her best friend shoved it into her hand two weeks ago, but here she was anyway, stepping out of the town car in a blood-red gown that clung to her hips. The fabric cling against her thighs as she climbed the stone steps of the old riverside mansion. Her mask, a sleek black fox with delicate gold filigree around the eyes, felt heavier. Inside, the party already throbbed with low music and the murmur of too many bodies. Crystal chandeliers dripped warm light over velvet drapes and dark wood. Champagne flutes moved through the crowd like schools of silver fish. Everyone wore masks: lions, ravens, porcelain dolls, devils. Faces hidden, intentions very much not. Liora took a glass from a passing tray and drained half of it in one go. The divorce had been final for three months. Three months of quiet evenings and pol
Adrian Black had officially taken complete and total ownership of Emma. The text message that arrived on Friday afternoon left no room for discussion or refusal: “Stay this weekend. All weekend. Pack an overnight bag with clothes, toiletries, makeup, and the sluttiest outfits you own. Be back in my office by 6 PM sharp. Don’t make me wait.” Emma didn’t even consider saying no. Her hands shook with nervous excitement as she packed a small suitcase at home;sexy lingerie, short dresses that barely covered her ass, high heels, makeup, and everything else she thought he might demand. By 5:52 PM she was back at the office, heart pounding so hard she could feel it. The building was eerily quiet when she arrived. Most of the lights were already off. Adrian personally locked the main entrance doors behind her and turned off the remaining overhead lights, leaving only the soft, intimate glow from his luxurious corner office. “From the moment you walked through that door until Monday mornin
“We’re nowhere near finished, cous.” She grabbed my hair roughly and yanked my head back, forcing me to look at her. Her eyes were wild -- a mix of rage, and lust. And behind it--pure lust. Sweat glistened on her tits, and her pussy was still dripping onto my thigh from our last orgasm. Befor
They carried me up the stairs. Mike in front with my legs wrapped around his waist, his cum still leaking out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs with every step. Rick, Dave, and Paul followed close behind, cocks out and hard again, slapping against their thighs. My old bedroom door was alread
They didn’t even let me catch my breath. Ryan grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed while Tyler climbed on, shoving his thick cock straight into my mouth. I gagged instantly as he forced it down my throat, balls slapping my chin. “Fuck yes, choke on it, you drunk little party
*New Collection ....... The bass was so loud it vibrated in my chest. I was already way too drunk. I’d come to this frat party alone to forget my breakup, and I’d been slamming shots like they were water. Now, the room spun, my short black dress clung to my sweaty skin, riding up my thighs ev






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