LOGINDerek showed up the next morning with a duffel bag and a six-pack. You opened the door in sweatpants, already half-hard from the way Maria had woken you up with her mouth. She was still on her knees in the hallway behind you, naked, waiting. He looked past you at her and grinned. “She sleep on the floor again?” “Yeah. Get in.” He dropped the bag by the couch and kicked the door shut. Maria crawled over without being told, reached for his belt, and started undoing it. You watched her free his cock and take him into her mouth right there in the entryway while he set the beer on the table. She sucked him slow and deep, the same way she’d learned to do for both of you—no hesitation, just wet heat and the soft sound of her throat opening. You walked up behind her, pushed her forward so her hands were on the floor and her ass was up, and slid into her cunt in one hard thrust. She was already wet. She always was now. You fucked her while she sucked him, the three of you falling into the
You didn’t let her leave the bed until past noon. Every time one of you walked back into the room Maria was already in position—legs open if you wanted her cunt, mouth open if you wanted that instead. You fucked her twice more before lunch, once on her back with Derek holding her legs open for you, once on her hands and knees while he fed her his cock from the front. She came hard both times, shaking and dripping, but you didn’t give her a break. You just wiped the sweat off her back with the sheet and told her to stay ready. Around one o’clock you ordered food. When the delivery guy knocked Maria started to sit up. You pushed her back down with one hand on her chest. “Stay. Naked. Quiet.” Derek answered the door in nothing but his work pants, half-zipped, while you kept two fingers buried in Maria’s cunt the whole time. You heard the short exchange at the door, the rustle of bags, then Derek came back with the food and a smirk. “Kid didn’t even look twice.” You pulled your fin
Derek called in sick from the kitchen table while Maria was still under it with your cock in her mouth. You heard him put on the rough voice, cough a couple times, tell his boss he must’ve caught something from the last job. When he hung up he looked down between his legs where Maria’s head was bobbing and gave a short laugh. “I’m all yours today, boss.” You pulled her off your cock by the hair, stood up, and pointed at the living room. “Couch. Both of you.” Maria crawled out from under the table on her hands and knees. Cum was still drying at the corners of her mouth from the two loads she’d already swallowed with breakfast. Derek followed her, already hard again, work pants hanging open. You walked behind them, watching the way her ass moved, the faint bruises on her hips from the night before. You sat in the middle of the couch and spread your legs. “Get on. Face him.” Maria climbed into your lap, back to your chest, and sank down onto your cock in one slow push. She was stil
You woke up with a full bladder and a hard cock. Maria was already moving in the dark before you could even sit up. She’d been sleeping on the floor between the bed and the wall like you told her, naked, hair still damp from the shower earlier. The second she felt you shift she crawled up onto the mattress on her knees, reached for your dick, and started stroking it slow while she looked at you, waiting. Derek was snoring lightly on the other side of the bed, one arm thrown over his face. You ignored him for now and nodded at Maria. She leaned down and took you into her mouth without a word. Warm, wet, already practiced at this. She sucked you slow and deep, the way she knew you liked when you first woke up—no rushing, just steady pressure and that soft wet sound of her throat opening for you. You let her work for a couple minutes, hand resting heavy on the back of her head, before you spoke. “Get on top. Face me.” She climbed over you carefully so she wouldn’t wake Derek, stradd
You texted Derek the next morning while Maria was still on her knees under the desk, sucking you off between emails.*Come back. Bring the tools. Leave the van around the corner.*He replied with a thumbs-up and a photo of his half-hard cock already out.Maria’s mouth was warm and wet, tongue working the underside while she looked up at you with those big brown eyes. You kept one hand on the back of her head, guiding her deeper every few strokes. When the front door opened she didn’t stop. She just moaned around your cock like she’d been waiting for company.Derek walked in carrying his toolbox, work boots loud on the floor. He set it down, locked the door behind him, and came straight over. “Morning, boss.”You pulled Maria off your cock by her hair. Spit connected her lips to the head. “She’s been practicing. Show him.”She turned on her knees without being told, crawled the few feet to Derek, and started unbuckling his belt. He was already hard when she freed him. She licked the ti
You got home early from work and the first thing you heard was the steady drip from the kitchen. Then the wet slap of skin. You pushed the door open quiet. Maria was bent over the sink, her black maid’s uniform hiked up over her thick ass, panties shoved to the side. The plumber—big guy, mid-thirties, name tag said Derek—had his work pants around his thighs and was buried balls-deep in her. He was gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, fucking her with short, mean strokes that made her tits bounce against the counter. Maria’s mouth was open, little choked sounds slipping out every time he bottomed out. Her dark hair stuck to her forehead. The faucet was still leaking, water pooling under the pipes like nobody gave a shit about the actual job. You didn’t say anything at first. Just watched. Your cock was already hard, pressing against your zipper. Derek glanced over his shoulder and froze for half a second. Then he smirked, didn’t pull out. “Boss is home early.” Maria trie
*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
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







