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Best Friend's Hot Mom2

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The next three days turned into a nonstop, cum-drenched fuckfest that would have destroyed Tyler if he ever found out.

Ethan woke up the morning after their first night with Vanessa’s hot, wet mouth already stretched around his thick morning wood. She was under the sheets like a hungry whore, sucking him with sloppy, noisy strokes. Her full lips dragged up and down his veiny shaft while her wedding ring, the same one her husband put on her finger glinted as she jerked the base.

“Morning,
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  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 4

    Elena didn’t go home after she left the conference room. She went down two floors to the women’s executive restroom, locked herself in the largest stall, and stood there with her back against the cold tile while more of Marcus’s come slid down the insides of her thighs. She could still feel the stretch in her ass, the residual burn, the way her cunt kept clenching around nothing. She pressed two fingers inside herself, scooped up what was leaking out of her, and pushed it back in like he’d done. Then she washed her hands, fixed her hair as best she could, and went back to her office to work until the building emptied. At 7:52 she returned to the thirty-second floor. Marcus was already there. Jacket off. Sleeves rolled. Tie gone. He had the term sheet spread across the table and a single glass of something amber sitting near the edge. When she walked in he looked up slowly, eyes tracking from her face to the open collar of the same blouse she’d worn all day, now wrinkled and fa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 3

    Elena woke up wet. Not the polite kind of damp. The kind that had soaked through the thin cotton of her sleep shorts and left a dark patch on the sheets. She’d dreamed about the conference table again—Marcus’s hand in her hair, the wet sound of him fucking her from behind, the way he’d pushed his come back inside her like he was marking territory. She lay there for a full minute with two fingers buried in herself, working the memory until her thighs shook and she came with a quiet, frustrated sound into the pillow. Then she got up, showered, and chose her armor carefully. Black pencil skirt that hit just above the knee. White silk blouse with the top two buttons left open. No bra. No underwear. Heels that made her legs look longer and her walk slower. She pinned her hair up so the back of her neck stayed bare. The mirror showed a woman who looked expensive and controlled. The ache between her legs told a different story. She was in the office by seven-fifteen. Marcus was alr

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim 2

    Elena didn’t sleep. She got home a little after midnight, peeled the ruined blouse off, stepped into a scalding shower, and stood under the spray until her skin turned pink. The water ran down the marks he’d left—fingerprints on her hips, a faint bruise where his mouth had been on her breast, the raw ache between her legs that pulsed every time she shifted. She washed the smell of him off her thighs and still felt him. When she finally crawled into bed she put two fingers inside herself and came hard and quiet thinking about the way he’d held her head while he fucked her throat. By morning she was already late for a status conference. She wore a different suit. Black this time. Higher heels. No stockings. She told herself it was because the weather was warm. She was still a liar. Marcus was already at the counsel table when she walked in. He looked rested. Pressed. The same clean cologne. He didn’t smile. He just watched her sit, eyes dropping once to the open collar of her bl

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Workspace Claim

    The fluorescent lights in the thirty-second-floor conference room of Harlan & Voss had been off for twenty minutes. Only the city glow through the floor-to-ceiling glass kept the space from total dark. Rain streaked the windows. Somewhere down the hall a vacuum cleaner hummed, then died. The building was emptying. Elena Voss stood at the head of the long table, arms crossed, still in the charcoal skirt suit she’d worn through fourteen hours of mediation. Her blouse was unbuttoned one notch lower than it had been at nine a.m. She’d stopped giving a shit about that around the time opposing counsel started smirking every time she leaned over the exhibits. Marcus Hale sat opposite her, jacket off, sleeves rolled. Tie loosened. He looked like he’d been carved out of the same expensive wood as the table. Senior partner at the firm that had been bleeding her client for three years. She hated the sound of his voice. She hated the way he said her name like he already owned the next move.

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Rent Due

    The AC in my shitty little apartment had been broken broken for some weeks now, and today's afternoon heat was turning the place into a sauna. I was sitting on the edge of my unmade bed in just an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts, fanning myself with a notebook while staring at the stack of bills on the kitchen counter. Two months behind on rent and my parents had cut me off completely after I switched majors, "You're a woman now" they said. Every time Mr. Reynolds called, I let it go to voicemail, there's nothing to be said. A loud knock on the door shock-jumped me out of bed I wasn’t expecting anyone. I padded over barefoot and looked through the peephole. Oh God, help me Mr. Reynolds was standing there with two of his handymen — Tony and Rico. All three of them looked sweaty from the heat, tool belts on, expressions serious. I opened the door a crack, suddenly very aware of how little I was wearing. “Uh… hi?” Mr. Reynolds stood there, a thick belly and s

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Chapter 6

    Mara woke to the wet sound of Kael’s fingers moving inside her. She was on her stomach, face in the furs, legs spread. He was already two fingers deep, slow and thorough, scooping and pushing like he was checking how much of last night was still in her. Cum and slick made every movement filthy-loud in the quiet cabin. “Morning,” he said against her ear. His voice was rough. Hard. “Still full. Good.” He added a third finger and fucked them into her with short, wet strokes. Mara’s hips jerked. She was sore—raw from the night before,but her body opened anyway, clenching around the stretch like it had already learned who it belonged to. Kael pulled his fingers out, wiped the thick mess across her mouth, and pushed them between her lips. “Clean it.” Before she knew it she was tasting herself and him, heavy and salty. He watched until her tongue had taken every drop, then rolled her onto her back and shoved her thighs wide. His cock was already hard. He dragged the head through

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Daddy's Turn

    Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught!

    I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Wrong Send

    *A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Gangbanged by Strangers: Recked

    The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni

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