LOGINAaron's POV I pushed forward slow at first, feeling her pussy stretch around the head of my cock. Hot. Wet. So fucking tight it made my breath catch. Susan gasped, head tilting back, nails digging into my shoulders. Then she locked her legs tighter around my waist and yanked me the rest of the way in. One hard pull. Balls deep in one stroke.“Fuck,” I groaned.She clenched around me immediately. Deliberate. Like she wanted me to feel every inch of her walls gripping my cock. Her eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry. No shy smile. No hesitation. Just pure heat.“Move,” she said. Voice low. Commanding.I did.I pulled back almost all the way out, then slammed back in. Hard. The wet slap of our bodies meeting echoed in the quiet room. She moaned loud, not a soft whimper, a real moan that vibrated through her chest. Her tits bounced under the thin dress with every thrust. I grabbed the hem and yanked it up over her head in one rough pull. Tossed it somewhere. Naked now except for the fai
Aaron's POV I pulled up to Sophie's house around four-thirty, windows down, music low. The street was quiet like always, big trees shading the driveway, that familiar smell of cut grass and whatever flowers Susan kept planting along the walkway. I figured Sophie would be home by now. She'd texted me earlier saying she was back from the mall run with her dad, so I didn't even think twice about swinging by. Grabbed the iced coffee I'd picked up for her, the one with extra caramel she pretends she doesn't love, and headed up the steps.I knocked twice. Waited. No footsteps rushing like Sophie usually does. The door opened slow instead, and there was Susan.She looked different today. Not bad different. Just... noticeable. The dress was short, black, body-hugging in a way that made it clear she hadn't thrown it on for company. The neckline dipped low on the sides, showing the curve of her breasts where the fabric didn't quite cover. No bra lines. Skin smooth, tanned from whatever weekend
They lay there panting, bodies slick and heavy, his cum still leaking slow from her pussy onto the sheets. The rain had eased to a low patter but the room felt hotter, thicker, like the air itself was charged. Oscar was still half inside her, softening but not out, when Mabel clenched around him on purpose. A slow, deliberate squeeze.He hissed, cock twitching back to life even though he'd just emptied everything into her.She looked up at him, eyes dark and glassy. "You done already?"He laughed once, rough. "Not even close."She pushed at his chest until he rolled off her. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, cum and her slick coating him. She didn't give him time to think. Shoved him onto his back, climbed over him fast. Straddled his thighs. Looked down at his cock—still hard enough, shiny with their mess.She wrapped her hand around him, gave one firm stroke. Then another. He groaned, hips lifting into her grip.Mabel slid lower. Settled between his legs. Didn't tease. Just to
The door shut with that soft final click and the room sealed them in. Rain pounded the window like it wanted in too. Oscar’s weight pressed her into the mattress...solid, warm, not crushing but enough to make her feel every inch of him. His slacks were shoved down around his thighs, boxers tangled with them, cock thick and flushed where her hand still loosely held him. She gave one slow stroke from base to tip, thumb brushing over the slick bead at the head. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hips twitching forward involuntarily.She let go just long enough to shove his pants the rest of the way off with her feet. They dropped to the floor in a heap. Now nothing between them. Skin on skin from chest to thigh. His mouth found hers again, harder this time, tongue sliding deep, no hesitation. She kissed back the same way, teeth catching his lower lip, pulling just enough to sting.He shifted higher, knees nudging her legs wider. The head of him brushed her entrance—hot, blunt, slid
They ended up back in the living room. She curled into the corner of the couch. He took the armchair across from her, still holding the portfolio like a shield. For a while they just listened to the rain. Then she asked, “Do you ever get tired of it? The hours, the emergencies, all of it?”“Sometimes.” He set the portfolio on the side table. “But it’s what I signed up for. And it’s… interesting. Watching someone like Daniel operate. He’s relentless.”“He’s something.” She pulled her knees up. “I used to think that was sexy. The drive. Now I’m not sure if it’s sexy or just exhausting.”Oscar didn’t answer right away. When he did his voice was quieter. “You deserve more than exhausting.”Her stomach flipped. Not hard. Just enough.She looked at him—really looked. The way his shoulders filled the chair, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, the steady way he held her gaze without flinching. He wasn’t trying to charm her. He wasn’t trying not to, either.“You shouldn’t say things lik
Mabel hated how quiet the house got when Daniel traveled. Not the peaceful kind of quiet. The kind that made every creak in the floorboards sound like someone else was already inside. She’d lived in this place six years now, knew every groan of the old hardwood, but when he was gone the sounds felt louder, more accusing. Like the house was reminding her how much space there was between them even when he was home.Daniel had left that morning for Chicago. Ten days, minimum. A big merger trial, the kind he said could “change everything” if it went right. He’d kissed her forehead at the door, suitcase already in the car, and told her he’d call when he landed. She’d smiled the way wives are supposed to smile at that point—supportive, understanding, a little wistful. Then the door clicked shut and the silence rushed in.She spent the first afternoon cleaning things that didn’t need cleaning. Wiped down the kitchen counters until they gleamed, rearranged the spice rack by color instead of u
Chapter 4 – ConsumedBrielle barely had time to catch her breath before Nathan moved.He pulled out of her slowly—his cock glistening with their combined release—then flipped her onto her stomach in one swift, possessive motion. She landed on her knees, ass up, face pressed into the couch cushion,
Chapter 2 – SharedSarah’s mouth was already stretched around David’s cock when Charles pushed deeper inside her pussy with one long, deliberate thrust.The stretch was immediate and overwhelming—Charles’s thick length filling her completely, pressing against every sensitive wall while David’s heav
Ethan’s POVI couldn’t think straight.Lara’s mouth was hot and wet around my cock, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling slow circles under the head like she’d been dreaming about this for years. Every time she sucked, my hips jerked forward on instinct—pushing deeper until I hit the back of her th
Noah’s POVThe house was dead quiet when I got home from the gym.It was a Thursday afternoon in late spring. Dad was at work until late, Mum had left for her weekend spa trip with her friends—three days of “self-care” in the hills. That left just me and Lila.My twin sister.We’d always been close







