LOGINI pulled back just enough to look at his face.His hands were still on my waist. My forehead had been against his, and now there was just enough space between us to see him properly. I looked, and the expression on his face was the one I didn't have the right word for yet. Warm and dark and certain. Something underneath it was too large to look at directly, so I looked at the edges of it instead.I reached for the hem of his shirt, and he let me.I pulled it over his head slowly and dropped it somewhere, not watching where it landed because I was busy looking at him. His chest. His shoulders. The line of his stomach. I put my hands on him and took my time because I had spent a very long time wanting this, and I was not going to rush it now that I had it. I had earned the not rushing.He watched my hands on him with that expression. It was dark and patient. Like he had all night and intended to give me every minute of it.I filed that away too. He is always giving me the time.My finge
He stopped right in front of me.The kitchen was bright and warm and very quiet, and he was just there, looking down at me with that expression. The dark, certain one, the one that does something very specific to my ability to think clearly.I looked up at him and waited.His hands came to my waist. Unhurried. Like he had all night. Like he had three months and a whole empty house and absolutely nowhere else to be."Hi," I said. Quietly. The same word from the gym, and I didn't plan to say it. It just came out.Something moved through his face. "Hi."He kissed me slowly.Both hands pulled me in from my waist, and I went immediately, my hands on his chest, kissing him back with everything I had because I was done pretending I had any restraint where he was concerned. He knew that. I knew that. We were past the part where I performed otherwise.It built gradually. Deeper. His hands moved from my waist to my back a
His laptop was closed on the coffee table. I didn't notice when that happened.The afternoon had shifted. The light coming through the living room windows was doing that specific golden thing it does around five, low and warm, the kind of light that makes everything look a little more important than it is. Or maybe exactly as important as it is. I could never decide which.His thumb was moving slowly against my shoulder.I wasn't sure he knew he was doing it. I was very sure that I knew.My phone was in my lap but I'd stopped actually looking at it a while ago. I was just here. Present in a way I'm not usually present, with no part of my brain running its usual background noise. Just this couch, this room, his arm, the light.I thought about the last few months. The versions of myself I'd been. The girl who lost weight she didn't need to lose and stared at ceilings at two in the morning and felt like she was genuinely coming undone at every single seam.And now a Wednesday evening on
I woke up and didn't open my eyes immediately.I just laid there, aware of his arm across my waist, and the very specific weight of it, and the sound of his breathing, which was still slow and deep and completely unbothered by the world. The morning light was coming through the curtains in that particular way it does on a weekday when there's nowhere to be yet. Not demanding. Just there.I kept waiting for the anxiety to show up.It does that. It waits until I'm almost comfortable and then it arrives with its whole agenda.But this morning it didn't come. There was just the warmth of him beside me, and the sound of the house, and that very low, steady thing sitting in my chest that I couldn't quite name but also didn't need to.Three months.I thought about that. We had three months of this before anything outside this house got to have an opinion about it.I genuinely didn't know what to do with three months. I have never had that much time with anything good. Usually by the time som
I knelt in the warm lake I had created, my thighs trembling so violently that the puddle rippled around my shins.The ceiling mirror reflected every ruined, filthy detail of my body. Black rivers of mascara streaked down my flushed cheeks. My lips were swollen and glossy, my chin dripping with the thick cream that had rained down on me during that soul-shattering orgasm.My boobs heaved with every ragged breath, and nipples were dark and raw from being bitten. The white streaks painted my belly, and my pussy kept clenching and unclenching around nothing, pushing out slow, lazy pulses of thick release that slid down my thighs and fed the mess beneath me. I could feel my swollen clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and it was so very sensitive and aching for more, even the lightest touch.He towered over me, with his dick jutting proudly against his angry purple-red abs, and his veins bulging like thick cables, coated from the root to the tip in a shiny, obscene sleeve of my cum. T
He flung me onto the mattress like a used sex toy.The cool silk duvet kissed my burning skin for only a heartbeat before his full weight came down on me. His knees forced my thighs apart so wide my hips screamed. The massive black-framed ceiling mirror above the bed swallowed us whole, lit perfectly by the recessed lights.I saw myself. My skin was flushed deep crimson, and my boobs were heaving with every desperate breath. My nipples were painfully hard, and my pussy lips was swollen to twice their normal size and glistening obscenely, a thick, pearly strand of creamy arousal already dangling from my gaping hole and stretching toward the sheets.He grabbed my ankles in one brutal grip and wrenched them up and over until my knees smashed into the mattress beside my ears. The stretch was excruciating. My spine bowed violently off the bed. My ass was lifted high, and my pussy tilted straight up like an offering. The cold air kissed my exposed, dripping hole and I clenched hard, as ano
I stood in front of my full-length mirror.The transformation was complete. My hair was shiny and smooth, I was looking very healthy. My face was glowing from the skincare, and my eyes were bright from the makeup. I bodied the cute outfit showed my figure, not hiding in some baggy shit.I looked pr
Her pussy lips parted as he pressed his dick right against her dripping entrance and buried his dick deep inside her.“FUCK! Fuck—fuck—fuck! Oh my god...Fuck—” She screamed.Her back bowed off the table and her tits heaved upward. Her head threw back, and her mouth opened wide a
The laptop screen was too bright, like it was mocking my attempt to focus.I'd dragged it to my bed, five minutes early for my call with Nina, because that’s what I did—show up and pretend like everything's fine.I was wearing Jax's oversized shirt. No bra. No shorts. Just the s
"She knows I’m only here to pleasure, not fuck her."The words still rang in my ears as hee mouth slid off his cock with a wet, filthy pop. Spit and cum strung from her swollen lips to the flushed head and snapped when she finally pulled free.She looked up at him, her eyes were glassy, and mascara







