LOGINI left the door locked again.Same thin tank top. No panties this time. Just the soft cotton brushing my bare pussy every time I shifted on the couch. I’d been wet since late afternoon, thinking about the way he’d looked at the mess between my legs before he left. The way he’d pushed his cum back inside me like he was claiming it.The key turned at 10:07.Marcus stepped in, locked the door behind him, and dropped a small paper bag on the table. He didn’t speak right away. Just looked at me—legs crossed, tank top riding up, the dark strip of hair between my thighs visible when I uncrossed them on purpose.“You came,” I said.“Told you I would.” His voice was rougher than last night. He pulled his shirt off in one motion. Broad chest, dark hair, a thin scar under his left collarbone. He toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and let the jeans fall. No underwear. His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy against his thigh.He walked over, stood between my knees, and looked down. “
I heard the key turn in the lock just after ten.I’d been waiting for it all night. Pacing the living room in nothing but the thin white tank top that barely covered my tits and a pair of black panties that were already damp between my legs. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and the occasional car outside. My landlord, Marcus, had texted earlier: *Coming by to check the sink. Leave the door unlocked if you’re out.* I didn’t leave it unlocked. I left it locked on purpose. I wanted to hear that key.The door opened. He stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. Tall, broad shoulders under a plain black T-shirt, dark jeans, work boots still on. Early forties, salt-and-pepper stubble, the kind of man who’d fixed my broken window last month and then stood too close while he explained the bill. I’d caught him looking at my ass when I bent over to pick up a dropped pen. He’d looked away, but not fast enough.Tonight he didn’t look away.“You left the doo
By noon the sheets were ruined and the whole apartment smelled like sex. Jake had fucked me twice more after that early morning round—once with me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed while he stood behind me and drove in so deep I had to bite the mattress to keep from yelling, and once in the shower when we finally dragged ourselves under the water. He bent me over against the tiled wall, water streaming down my back, and took me hard while steam filled the tiny bathroom. I came with my forehead pressed to the cool tile and his fingers rubbing my clit until my legs almost gave out. He finished inside me again, then watched the water wash some of it down my thighs before he soaped me up himself. We didn’t talk much. Didn’t need to. He moved around my place like he belonged there—grabbed a towel, found the coffee, drank it black while I sat on the counter in nothing but one of his discarded shirts, still leaking a little every time I shifted. Around two he looked at me over
I woke up with his cock already hard against my ass. It was still dark outside. The clock on the nightstand said 3:17. Jake’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath warm on the back of my neck. We hadn’t bothered with clothes or sheets after the last round. His cum was dried sticky on the insides of my thighs and I could still feel the stretch from earlier. I pushed back against him without thinking. He made a low sound and his hand slid down between my legs. Two fingers found me wet already—half leftover mess, half new. He rubbed slow circles over my clit while his cock pressed harder against me. “You’re awake,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep. “Yeah.” He didn’t ask if I wanted it. Just lifted my top leg, lined himself up, and pushed in from behind. Thick. Slow. The head stretched me open again and I exhaled into the pillow. He sank all the way in until his hips were flush against my ass. Then he started moving—deep, lazy strokes that made wet sounds in the quiet room.
I texted him the next afternoon. *Come over. Now.* He showed up in under half an hour. No tool belt this time. Just jeans and a plain black t-shirt that clung to his chest. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and looked me over. I was already naked. Had been since I sent the message. Legs slightly parted, cunt still a little swollen from the night before. Jake didn’t say anything at first. He just walked up, wrapped a hand around my throat—not tight, just enough to feel the control—and walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. “On your knees.” I dropped. The carpet scraped my skin. He pulled his cock out already half-hard and thick. I opened my mouth and he pushed in without waiting. The head dragged over my tongue and kept going until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He held me there a second, watching my eyes water, then pulled back just enough for me to breathe before shoving in again. He fucked my face like he’d been thinking about it all day. On
I lasted three days. Three days of walking around with the memory of his cock still stretching me open every time I sat down. Three days of waking up with my hand already between my legs, fingers sliding through the mess I made thinking about how he’d bent me over that counter and pumped me full. The cum had dried sticky on my thighs by the time I finally cleaned up, and I still rubbed the faint bruises on my hips like they were proof it had actually happened. I texted the number on the work order Friday night. Kept it simple. *AC’s acting up again. You free?* He answered in under a minute. *Be there in twenty.* I didn’t bother with clothes that would stay on. Just the same thin tank and a pair of cotton shorts I knew would come off easy. No panties. I was already wet when the knock came, standing in the kitchen with my thighs pressed together like that would hide anything. Jake stepped inside looking the same as last time—work shirt, tool belt, that quiet stare that went stra
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,
*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.”
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
*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







