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Damien Bitches , 3

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The trailer ride over was hell. Mia knelt in the back, hooded, bit in her mouth, tail plug locked deep and shifting with every bump in the road. Her knees were bruised raw from days of crawling, tits still sore from the clamps Damien had left on her nipples for hours that morning. The harness cut into her skin, the crotch strap rubbing her swollen clit raw. Every time she tried to adjust, the plug tugged and her asshole clenched around it like it was trying to suck the damn thing deeper.

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  • Painful Pleasures   Obsessed with step-Uncle 2

    I woke up sore in the best way. The guest room still smelled like sex and him. My thighs stuck together with dried cum. My jaw ached from how hard he’d used my throat. Ray was already gone—early shift—but he’d left a glass of water on the nightstand and a folded towel on the chair. Like he’d thought about me after. I lay there staring at the ceiling, legs open, and slid two fingers through the mess he’d left inside me. Still sticky. Still full of him. I pushed it back in and fucked myself slow with it, biting my lip so I wouldn’t moan loud enough for Mom to hear if she was home. She wasn’t. Note on the fridge said she was covering another shift. We had the house again. I didn’t bother with clothes. Just the same oversized t-shirt from last night, still smelling like his cologne and sweat. I walked into the kitchen bare-assed and made coffee. Every step reminded me how open he’d left me. How deep he’d gone. I was still obsessed. Worse now. Knowing exactly how thick he was,

  • Painful Pleasures   Obsessed with step-Uncle

    I shouldn’t keep thinking about him like this. But I do. Every fucking day. My name’s Lila. Twenty years old. Living in my mom’s house again after the apartment thing fell through. Step-uncle Ray moved into the guest room two months ago after his divorce. Mom’s brother-in-law from her second marriage. Not blood. Not even close. Just this tall, quiet man with dark eyes and a jaw that looks like it could cut glass. He works construction. Comes home smelling like sweat and sawdust and whatever cheap soap he uses in the shower. I hear that shower every night. I lie in my bed across the hall and listen to the water hit his body. Imagine the soap running down his chest, over those thick arms, lower. I press my thighs together until it hurts. Sometimes I shove my hand down my shorts and rub myself raw just from the sound of him moving around in there. The way he clears his throat. The soft grunt when he stretches. I come so hard I have to bite my pillow. I am obsessed. It started the

  • Painful Pleasures   Chp6

    Mark left again six days later. Just a quick overnight this time—some client dinner two hours away. He kissed me at the door like nothing had changed, told me not to wait up, and drove off. The second his taillights disappeared I locked the front door, unlocked the side one, and stripped. No clothes. No shower. I’d fucked him that morning and hadn’t cleaned up after. His cum was still sticky on my thighs when I walked naked through the house and waited. Cole showed up twenty minutes later. He didn’t say anything at first. Just shut the door, locked it, and looked at me standing there in the kitchen, bare and already wet. “You didn’t wash,” he said. “No.” He crossed the room, dropped to his knees right there on the tile, and shoved my thighs apart. His mouth was on me before I could breathe. Tongue flat and greedy, licking up everything left of Mark, pushing inside me, sucking my clit like he was starving for it. I grabbed the counter edge and spread wider. He ate me out until my

  • Painful Pleasures   Chp5

    I had maybe only ninety minutes. The second Mark’s text came through I was off the bed and in the shower, water as hot as it would go. I scrubbed every inch of myself—between my legs, under my tits, the sticky patches on my stomach and thighs. Cum rinsed down the drain in cloudy streaks. I washed my hair twice. Brushed my teeth until my gums hurt. The bruises on my hips and the dark marks on my neck weren’t going anywhere. I dug out a high-necked top and loose pants. Changed the sheets. Sprayed the bedroom with the cheap perfume Mark liked. Opened every window. My cunt still felt used. Soft. A little swollen. Every time I moved I remembered how many times Cole had filled me. I was in the kitchen wiping the counters for the third time when I heard the car in the driveway. Keys in the lock. The front door. Mark walked in with his suitcase and that tired smile he always had after travel. He dropped the bag, pulled me in, and kissed me like he’d been starving for it. I kissed back. My

  • Painful Pleasures   Chp5

    I had maybe ninety minutes. The second Mark’s text came through I was off the bed and in the shower, water as hot as it would go. I scrubbed every inch of myself—between my legs, under my tits, the sticky patches on my stomach and thighs. Cum rinsed down the drain in cloudy streaks. I washed my hair twice. Brushed my teeth until my gums hurt. The bruises on my hips and the dark marks on my neck weren’t going anywhere. I dug out a high-necked top and loose pants. Changed the sheets. Sprayed the bedroom with the cheap perfume Mark liked. Opened every window. My cunt still felt used. Soft. A little swollen. Every time I moved I remembered how many times Cole had filled me. I was in the kitchen wiping the counters for the third time when I heard the car in the driveway. Keys in the lock. The front door. Mark walked in with his suitcase and that tired smile he always had after travel. He dropped the bag, pulled me in, and kissed me like he’d been starving for it. I kissed back. My hear

  • Painful Pleasures   Chp4

    I was already naked when he walked in. The side door opened just after lunch. No shirt, no shorts, nothing. I’d been walking around the house like that all morning, the air cool against my skin, every step reminding me how sore and used I still was from yesterday. Mark had called twice. I’d let both go to voicemail. I didn’t trust my voice. Cole stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and just looked at me for a long second. His eyes moved over the bruises on my hips, the faint marks on my neck, the way my nipples were already hard. “Good,” he said. “On your knees.” I dropped right there in the kitchen. The tile was cold under me. He walked over, unzipped, and pulled his cock out. It was already half-hard. He slapped it lightly against my cheek, then my lips. “Open.” I did. He pushed in slow at first, letting me taste the clean skin and the salt of him. Then he gripped the back of my head a

  • Painful Pleasures   Gangbanged by Strengers

    *A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P

  • Painful Pleasures   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   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   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,

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