LOGINElena 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
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.
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
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
Night came down hard over the den. The string lights cast long shadows across the clearing. Most of the pack had settled into their own cabins or around the far fire pits, but a few still lingered close enough to hear everything. Kael had kept Mara naked since that morning. No clothes. No chance to clean up. Every time she tried to wipe the drying cum from her thighs he caught her wrist and pushed her hand away. “Leave it,” he said for the third time. “I want it crusted on you when I take you again.” She was on her knees on the furs when he finally decided he’d waited long enough. He stood in front of her, jeans open, cock already thick and heavy. The head was dark, slick with precum. He didn’t ask. He just gripped the back of her head and pushed into her mouth. Mara choked on the first thrust. He held her there, nose pressed to his stomach, until her throat convulsed around him. Only then did he ease back enough for her to breathe. Spit ran down her chin. He wiped it with h
Mara woke to the heavy weight of Kael’s arm across her waist and the thick, sticky mess still between her thighs. Morning light leaked through the thin curtains. Her body ached in every place he’d used her—hips bruised, cunt sore and swollen, the mark on her neck throbbing like a second heart. She tried to shift. His arm tightened immediately. “Stay,” he muttered against the back of her neck, voice rough with sleep. His cock was already hard against her ass. One of his hands slid down, cupped her mound, and pushed two fingers into her without warning. She was still slick with last night’s loads. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet room. “Still full of me,” he said, almost pleased. He fucked his fingers into her slowly, curling them, feeling how soft and used she was. “Good. Want you walking out there like this. Let them all smell it.” Mara’s hips moved without her permission. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across her mouth, then rolled her onto her back and shoved h
*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
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
*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.”
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,







