INICIAR SESIÓNSAMANTHA Later that evening, after I had spent the whole afternoon trying and failing to shake off the tension Matt had left me with, he knocked on my bedroom door. I had just finished unpacking and changing into a simple tank top and shorts when his voice came through the wood.“Sam? There’s a party at Jake’s house tonight. Whole crew from school will be there. You should come with me.”I opened the door and found him leaning against the frame, freshly showered again, wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His curly brown hair was still slightly damp, and that familiar cocky smirk played on his lips.“A party?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my stomach flipped. “With your friends?”“Yeah. It’ll be fun. Drinks, music, swimming. You’ve been cooped up here all day. Come on, it’ll help you settle in.”Part of me wanted to say no. The smart part. The part that knew being around Matt and his usual crowd of girls was
SAMANTHA The drive to the Cruz's mansion was hushed, only the constant sigh coming out of my mouth was the only sound one could heard in the car as Matt drove us to his house.I still couldn't believe I would be living under the same roof as Matthew Cruz, the boy I had been crushing on from the very first day I set my eyes on him.I had once tried to let him know about my affection for him, but anyone who had eyes to see beyond the surface would know that Matthew Cruz wasn't the type to do love. He was for the girls and everyone knew it, so I kept my feelings lock up and threw the key inside the ocean.I moved my pinky finger to my mouth and bit down on the tip. Why would my Dad be that wicked to send me to live with a guy like him anyways? “Aargh!”“You okay?” Matthew asked from the driver's seat, his voice had so much effect on me that I felt my head snapped up at the mere sound of his voice.He was staring at me through the rearview mirror, our eyes met, and there was something ab
SAMANTHAI leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around.That was all I know.Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house.“Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me.I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and shook
We stepped into the bedroom together, the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting warm shadows across the sheets. Morello’s large hand stayed at the small of my back, guiding me with that quiet possessiveness I always craved after a long day. The stress from the office still lingered at the edges of my mind, but it was fading fast under his steady presence.Once we reached the bed, Morello turned me to face him. His brown eyes held mine as he cupped my face with both hands. “You sure you want me to fuck you tonight, caro?” he asked, voice low and rough with want. “Because once I start, I am not rushing. I want to take my time with every inch of you.”I nodded, already feeling heat pool low in my belly. “Yes, tesoro. I need it. I spent the whole day in control, guiding two women through their pleasure, making sure they felt safe and satisfied. Right now I just want to let go and feel you inside me. Deep. Hard. Like only you can give me.”Morello’s smile was slow and heated. He leaned in
I sat in my car inside the darkened garage, engine off, hands still gripping the steering wheel. The day’s chaos replayed relentlessly in my head. Lena bursting in unannounced, her eyes flashing with betrayal at the sight of me buried deep inside Clare, the tense confrontation, the improvised shared session that had somehow turned into an intense, sweaty tangle of three bodies on the office couch. It had ended well. Both women had left satisfied and calmer. Yet the emotional weight pressed heavily on my chest, a tight knot of stress that refused to ease.I closed my eyes and whispered under my breath, repeating the words like a mantra."I swear I love my job. I swear I love my job."Again and again in the quiet car. "I swear I love my job." Because I did. The breakthroughs, the raw trust built through touch, the way clients walked out lighter and more alive. It had to be worth the exhaustion, the constant navigation of boundaries and feelings. It had to be.After several more repetiti
"Harder, Dr. Hale. Choke me while you fuck me deeper."Clare's voice came out strained and needy as she knelt on all fours on the wide leather couch. I had my cock buried deep inside her tight, dripping pussy, thrusting in steady, powerful strokes while my right hand wrapped firmly around her slender throat. I tightened my grip just enough to give her that delicious edge of surrender she had begged for earlier in the session, feeling her pulse race wildly under my palm."You are taking me so well," I growled low, driving into her with longer, firmer strokes that made her ass ripple with every impact. "Let the intensity take you. Feel how your body opens when you stop fighting and just surrender."Clare moaned loudly, pushing back against me desperately, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around my shaft. Her pussy was soaked, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the quiet office. I reached underneath her with my free hand and rubbed tight circles over her swollen clit, keeping
An hour later, the house still felt wrapped in a warm, golden bubble. Rachel and I had finished breakfast and moved to the living room couch. We were cuddling under a soft blanket, the television playing quietly in the background. She was sitting on my lap, straddling me gently, her legs on either
We must have fallen asleep without realizing it. The last thing I remembered was Rachel’s head resting peacefully on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin as she whispered how safe and cherished she felt in my arms. When I finally woke, soft golden morning light was pouring throu
Rachel’s lips trembled against mine as we kissed on the couch, slow and deep and full of everything we had both been hiding for so long. Her hands rested lightly on my chest at first, then slid up to cup my face, holding me as if she was afraid I might disappear. I could feel her heart racing under
I had been in love with Rachel for longer than I cared to admit.My mom had me when she was only fifteen, so at twenty I was already used to people doing the math and giving us strange looks. Mom and I grew up together in a lot of ways. She worked hard, partied harder when she was younger, and some







