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The New Mrs. Caldwell
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2026-05-28 00:50:34
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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 CHP 3
I left the side door unlocked again. All morning I walked around the house in a loose shirt and nothing else, just like he told me. Every time I sat down I felt the faint ache between my legs from yesterday. Every time I stood up I felt the slow trickle of leftover cum he’d shoved back inside me the night before. I didn’t wash it out. I wanted him to find it still there. Mark called around eleven. I answered on speaker while I was standing at the kitchen sink, shirt riding up over my bare ass. “How’s the house?” he asked. “Quiet,” I said. My free hand drifted between my thighs. I was already wet. “Boring.” He talked about meetings and dinners and how much he missed me. I made the right sounds while I rubbed slow circles over my clit. When he said he might be able to fly home a day early I almost told him not to. Instead I said I’d love that and hung up with my fingers shiny. Cole showed up at t
Painful Pleasures Chp2
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again—thick and heavy, stretching me open, the way he’d shoved his cum back inside me with two fingers and told me to keep it. I woke up twice in the dark with my hand between my legs, rubbing the mess he’d left. By morning my sheets were damp and my thighs stuck together. Mark texted around nine. *Meetings all day. Miss you.* I stared at the screen for a long time, then typed back something soft and lying. My neck still had the bruises from Cole’s teeth. I didn’t cover them. I wanted to see them in the mirror while I made coffee. I spent the morning restless. Cleaned shit that didn’t need cleaning. Bent over the dishwasher in another thin tank and nothing underneath, knowing he could see me if he looked out his window. I caught myself standing at the sink longer than necessary, hips tilted, waiting. By noon I was so worked up I had to stop and finger myself against the counter, two fingers slick with leftover cum and fresh wet
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 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
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 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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