LOGINNicolos opened his mouth. “Dad, I—”“Out,” Mr. Rossi said, his voice low, calm, but brooking zero argument. It was the voice of a man used to command. “Now. Close the door behind you.”Nicolos hesitated for half a second, looking between us, confusion and arousal warring on his face. But his father’s presence was overwhelming. With a muttered curse, he backed out and shut the door, leaving me alone with the man I’d been fantasizing about all night.I didn’t move. Couldn’t. My fingers were still inside me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around them as fresh arousal leaked down to the sheets. Daddy’s gaze burned across my body — my heaving tits, hard nipples, slick thighs, and the way my fingers glistened with my juices.“Such a needy little whore,” he murmured, locking the door with a decisive click. “Couldn’t even wait five minutes before fingering that pretty pussy in my house. Were you thinking about my cock, baby girl?”I nodded frantically, voice hoarse. “Yes, Daddy… I couldn’t s
Dinner dragged on like sweet, unbearable torture. Every second I sat across from Mr. Rossi—Daddy—my body burned. My pussy was a slick, throbbing disaster, the lace thong completely ruined and clinging obscenely to my swollen folds. I could feel my juices slowly trickling down my inner thighs, threatening to leave a wet spot on the elegant chair. My nipples strained painfully against the thin emerald fabric of my dress, hypersensitive with every slight shift. I smiled and nodded at Nicolos’s stories, but my eyes kept drifting to his father. Those dark, commanding eyes that had watched me choke on his enormous cock just minutes ago. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue—salty, masculine, addictive. My throat felt deliciously used, a constant reminder that made my clit pulse harder.I crossed my legs tightly under the table, pressing my thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the aching need. It only made things worse. The pressure rubbed against my swollen clit, sendin
He started thrusting shallowly, fucking my face with controlled power. Each push stretched my throat, making me gag and sputter, but the discomfort only made me wetter. My nipples were diamond-hard against my dress, aching to be touched. I was so turned on I thought I might cum just from sucking him. My free hand slipped under my dress, fingers pressing against my soaked thong, rubbing my swollen clit desperately as I deepthroated him again and again.Mr. Rossi noticed. “Greedy girl. Touching your pretty pussy while you choke on Daddy’s cock? You don’t get to cum yet.” He pulled my hand away firmly, making me whimper around his shaft. The denial only heightened everything. I sucked him with renewed hunger, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue, doing everything I could to make him lose control.His grip in my hair tightened. His thrusts grew a little faster, deeper, the fat head battering the back of my throat. “That’s right… take every inch. You were made for this, weren’t you? Mad
My heart hammered wildly, my pussy clenching with empty need as I stared up at him. This was wrong—so dangerously wrong—but my addiction had taken over completely. I craved this man more than I’d ever craved his son.His hands moved with deliberate slowness, unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper of his tailored trousers. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet space. He reached in and pulled out his cock, and my breath caught in a sharp, needy gasp.Holy fuck. It was enormous. Much bigger than Nicolos’s—thicker, longer, heavier. Nicolos had been decent, enough to satisfy my hungry body on most nights, but this… this was a monster. Mr. Rossi’s cock hung thick and heavy, veins bulging along the impressive length, the fat purple head already glistening with a bead of precum. It must have been at least nine inches, maybe more, and so girthy my fingers would barely wrap around it. My mouth watered instantly, my clit throbbing painfully against the soaked lace of my thong. How was
The two days leading up to the charity gala were pure torment. My body was a live wire, constantly humming with forbidden need. Every time I closed my eyes, Mr. Rossi’s text burned behind my lids: Beautiful tits and an even prettier pussy. Good girl. Those words had me waking up in the middle of the night with my fingers buried deep inside my soaked cunt, humping my pillow like a desperate slut while moaning his name instead of his son’s. My addiction had shifted, twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Nicolos was safe, familiar. His father was power incarnate—older, commanding, completely off-limits. And that only made me wetter.I spent hours preparing, turning my small apartment into a battlefield of lace and lust. I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, my skin still flushed from yet another orgasm. My nipples were tight and sensitive, my shaved pussy glistening with fresh arousal. I chose the dress carefully: a sleek, backless emerald green gown that clung to ev
Sex.I was addicted to it, it was something my body couldn't go without for long periods of time. Something my body yearned and craved for. Something that angered me because I couldn't help it.Whenever I denied my body from its pleasure it will always find a way to torture me.And that's why the ache between my thighs had become a constant reminder of my three weeks without Nicolos’s thick cock stretching me open, without his rough hands pinning my wrists while he pounded into me until I screamed. My pussy clenched at the memory, dripping shamefully down my inner thighs even now as I lay sprawled across my tangled sheets. I was naked except for the tiny black thong that barely covered my swollen clit, the thin fabric already soaked through. My nipples were hard, aching peaks begging for a mouth that wasn’t there.I couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers trailed down my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my thong to find my slick folds. A low moan escaped my lips as I circled m
They used me like their personal fucktoy. Kael and Rafe found a devastating rhythm, pounding into my pussy and ass while Damien fucked my throat in shallow, deep thrusts. My body shook with constant orgasms, smaller ones rolling into bigger, shattering waves that left me squirting around Kael’s coc
“That’s right. This pussy is mine now.” He fucked me with savage intensity, hips slamming against my ass, the sound of skin-on-skin loud and filthy. His balls slapped wetly against my clit. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit in tight circles while the other pressed down on my lower back
My entire body was on fire. The fresh ink on my ass burned like liquid fire, but that was nothing compared to the thick, bulbous head of Slade’s massive cock stretching the entrance of my dripping pussy. Just the tip, and I already felt impossibly full. My walls fluttered and clenched greedily arou
“I-I’m not—” I started, mortified and so turned on I could barely think.His fingers traced higher, gathering the slick evidence from my skin. Then he brought two thick fingers right up between my spread cheeks, coating them in my juices. He held them in front of my face.“Open your mouth and taste







