LOGINI cooked eggs naked with a plug in my ass and three stepbrothers watching from the island like I was the meal.Staff gone. Morning light on my tits. Every reach for the salt made the toy shift and last night try to run out around it. I plated with shaking hands and set the food on the floor because Cade pointed down.“Knees. Serve from there.”I knelt. I lifted plates. Reid ate bacon with one hand in my hair, idle, while Knox fed me a bite from his fork like a joke that wasn’t. Cade drank coffee and then unzipped and laid his cock on my tongue so I could hold him while they finished chewing.“Garage,” he said when the plates were empty.Concrete. Cold. The smell of rubber and expensive paint. They bent me over the hood of Cade’s car. Reid pulled the plug out and a warm line of last night followed. Cade shoved into my ass in one stroke and fucked me against the metal until my nipples dragged and I came with my mouth open on the waxed paint. Knox took my cunt standing up, one of my legs
Dinner was steak and a laptop aimed at Cade’s end of the table.Mom’s face filled the screen at seven-thirty on the dot, a hotel room behind her, new husband waving.“There’s my girl. Are they being good to you?”I was on my knees under the wood.Reid’s cock was on my tongue. He’d already pushed to the back of my throat once and pulled back so I wouldn’t gag into the call. My eyes watered toward the grain. My dress was around my waist. Knox’s hand was in my hair, steering, while Cade smiled at the camera like a man hosting family.“She’s settling in,” Cade said. “Quiet. Helpful.”Reid pushed deeper. I swallowed around him and made no sound. Spit ran off my chin onto my tits.Mom asked about the pool. About whether I needed anything shipped. I had to surface enough to answer.Knox pulled me off Reid by the hair. I leaned toward the edge of the table, mouth wet, and said, “I’m good, Mom. Don’t worry.”“You look flushed.”“It’s warm.”Cade’s shoe found my calf under the table, a warning.
I walked into breakfast like my ass wasn’t still throbbing.Staff in the corners. Coffee. Fruit. Cade at the head of the table reading something on his phone. Reid eating bacon with his fingers. Knox watching the doorway until I filled it.I wore a sundress because pants felt like a dare I would lose. No panties. Last night had dried on my thighs and then gotten wet again in the shower I wasn’t supposed to take hot enough to matter.“Sit,” Cade said, without looking up.I sat. The chair was wood. I felt every inch of it.A housekeeper set eggs in front of me. Reid’s foot found mine under the table, then climbed, then pressed between my knees until I opened them. His bare toes dragged up and rested against my naked cunt.I buttered toast with a steady hand.Knox poured my coffee. His fingers brushed my wrist and stayed a second too long.“Sleep well, Wren?” Cade asked, still on his phone.“Fine.”Reid’s foot rubbed once, filthy and small. I clenched. He smiled at his plate.When the st
Mom said they would treat me like a sister.She said it in the foyer of a house that had a fountain inside it, with her new husband’s hand on her waist and three identical men standing on the stairs like the marriage had come with extra teeth.Cade. Reid. Knox.Twenty-eight. Same face. Same height. Not the same eyes.Cade looked at me like a problem he intended to solve. Reid looked at me like he’d already taken my clothes off. Knox didn’t look away at all.I’m Wren Holley. Twenty-two. I moved in because the alternative was a roommate who stole groceries and a lease I couldn’t cover. That was the story I told myself. The truth was I packed the short shorts on purpose.The wedding was last Saturday. Tonight the newlyweds were on a plane. The staff had been dismissed. The house was four wings and too many closed doors and me, standing in the kitchen in a tank top and sleep shorts, trying to make tea like this was normal.Reid found me first.He didn’t say hello. He crowded me into the c
Brunch was mimosas and a table that would not stop talking about last night.I sat in a denim skirt and a borrowed blouse with nothing underneath and last night still slipping out of me every time I shifted. Declan carved ham. My mother held her new husband’s hand. Someone asked if I’d had fun at the wedding.“It was a lot,” I said.Declan’s shoe hooked my ankle under the table and stayed there.After the plates cleared he stood, easy, host-polite.“Paige needs a ride into town. The cleaner’s holding your mother’s jacket. We’ll be an hour.”Mom waved us off. Kissed his cheek. Told me to take a sweater.The truck smelled like leather and him. He didn’t start it right away. He reached over, shoved the skirt to my waist, and pushed two fingers into my cunt to check what the night had left.“Still open. Good. Recline the seat. Knees up. If a car passes you smile like we’re looking at directions.”I did it. He freed his cock, spat, and shoved into my ass because that was the hole he’d prom
The ceremony was a blur of white and lies.I stood behind my mother with flowers in my fists and Declan’s load still a slick rumor between my thighs. When they said vows I stared at the back of her dress. When they kissed, his eyes found mine over their heads and stayed there a second too long.The reception was worse. Champagne. A band. Toasts that called us one big family. I drank because my mouth still tasted like him and I needed it gone.It didn’t go.He caught me in the service corridor outside the kitchens, away from the string lights, and pushed me against the stacked chairs.“Turn around. Dress up. Hands on the wall.”I did it with music leaking through the door. He shoved into my cunt in one stroke, clapped a hand over my mouth, and fucked me standing up in a hallway full of waiters who could have turned the corner. Short, brutal pumps. My ass slapped his slacks. A tray rattled in the kitchen.He came fast and mean, filling me, then pulled out and yanked the dress down over
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve
He kissed her neck, open-mouthed and hot, sucking lightly on her pulse point. Lila’s knees weakened. She clutched his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers."Tell me to stop," he challenged, even as his hand slid down her waist to grip her full hip. "Tell me you don’t w
Lila Harper had always been the good girl.At nineteen, she still blushed at the mere mention of anything intimate. Raised by a single mother who drilled modesty and purity into her, Lila had never touched herself, never watched anything forbidden, and certainly never imagined the things that happe
Lila stumbled back into the venue, rain-soaked and trembling. The thin yellow sundress clung to her curvy body like a second skin, outlining every heavy swell of her breasts and the flare of her wide hips. The vibrator inside her virgin pussy buzzed mercilessly, intensifying with every step she too







