LOGIN"You like that, Sasha?" he murmured against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my neck. "You like how deep I am?” "Yes... yes! Oh, please... faster, Kai... harder... yes!" I pleaded, my body completely betraying my mind as the coil in my stomach wound tighter and tighter. He didn't speed up immediately; instead, he drove into me with one more slow, devastatingly deep thrust that made my toes curl. Then, his eyes darkened, and the rhythm turned primal. He began to fuck me faster, harder, the wet, slapping sound of our skin echoing off the bathroom tiles. "Ah! Ah! Yes! Harder! Faster!" I screamed, my thighs clenching his waist tightly as he slammed his hips against mine. The pleasure was too much, too intense, too fast. "I'm close, Sasha... I'm going to spill," he growled, his thrusts becoming heavy and relentless, driving me to the absolute brink. "Come with me! Ah... Kai! Yes!" I cried out, my body suddenly convulsing as my tight walls clamped down around his thic
Two weeks into his stay, and I still hadn't found a way to shake him. It was starting to get embarrassing, honestly. I had tried everything… sneaking out through windows, hiding in the back of delivery vans, even climbing down the balcony using bedsheets like some kind of bad girl in a movie. Every single time, he was there. Waiting calmly. That little smirk playing on his lips like he knew exactly what I was trying to do before I even thought of it. I was starting to respect him, and I hated that. But tonight, I wasn't trying to escape. I was just trying to reach a book. I was in my room, bored out of my mind, scrolling through my phone, when I remembered a novel I had shoved on the top shelf of my closet months ago. I wanted to read it. The problem was that the shelf was too high, and I was too stubborn to drag a chair across the room. I climbed onto the edge of my dresser, balancing on my tiptoes, my fingers stretching for the book. I could almost reach it. Just a little furt
The email came on a Thursday afternoon, and I almost didn't read it. I was sprawled across my bed, the curtains half-drawn, my phone buzzing somewhere beneath the sheets. I fished it out and saw my mother's name on the screen, along with a long message that I had to scroll through twice before it sank in. “We've hired a bodyguard for you while we're away. His name is Kai Nakamura. He comes highly recommended and we trust him completely. Please be respectful and cooperative. He will be arriving Friday morning. Don't give him a hard time, Sasha. We're doing this because we love you.” I read the message three times, each time feeling a little more annoyed. A bodyguard. Again. They had tried this before, twice actually, and both times it had ended with me making their lives so miserable that they quit within a month. I wasn't proud of it, but I also wasn't about to pretend I needed a babysitter at twenty-two years old. I typed back a short reply: “Fine.” Then I tossed my phone a
Emma walked her mom out to the car, the morning sun warm on their skin. Her mom carried a small bag, giving last-minute instructions. “Make sure you feed the chickens, okay? And don't let Bob work too hard on the ranch. Call me if anything goes wrong.” Emma hugged her tight, breathing in her mom's familiar perfume. “I will. Safe trip to Aunt Maya. Love you.” She meant it, even as excitement bubbled inside her. With her mom gone, she could finally have some real time with Bob's thick cock. Her mom smiled and turned to Bob. They hugged close, sharing a long kiss. “I'll miss you, honey.” she said softly. “Be good while I'm away.” Bob held her waist. “Hurry back. Love you more than anything.” His voice sounded warm and real. The car door shut. her mom waved one last time and drove off down the dusty road. Emma's heart jumped with joy. Finally. But first, Ed had to go too. Luckily, he had that big presentation in the city. He stood by his truck, looking grumpy. Before he climb
Emma's hand flew up fast, grabbing Ed's wrist before his fingers could reach her. Her heart raced like crazy. “Ed, no! Stop. This isn't right. You're my stepbrother.” He didn't pull away. Instead, a sly grin spread across his face. His eyes looked dark and hungry in the lamplight. “I saw you two in the barn today, Emma. You and Dad. He fucked you good against that cow. And I know he was fingering your wet pussy in the kitchen earlier. Licked his fingers clean like a treat.” Her stomach dropped. Heat flooded her cheeks. “You... you were watching? Ed, please. Don't tell Mom. It was a mistake.” She sat up a little, pulling the sheet over her naked body, but her voice shook. Inside, a mix of fear and that weird thrill twisted together. Part of her wanted to yell at him. Another part felt a spark low in her belly. Ed leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. “Let me have a go, or I walk out right now and tell her everything. Your choice.” Emma bit her lip hard. She thought about h
Emma crouched behind the hay bales, her heart hammering so loud she worried it might give her away. She peeked through a gap, watching Bob move fast. He tucked his shirt back in, zipped his jeans and ran a hand through his messy hair. His face still looked flushed, that satisfied smirk barely hidden. 'God, what did we just do?' she thought, her thighs still sticky and trembling from her orgasm.Right then, the barn door swung open wider. “Bob? There you are.” her mom said, stepping inside with a bright smile. She carried a basket of fresh eggs. “I was calling you. Didn't you hear me?”Bob turned smoothly, pulling her into a warm hug. “Sorry, love. Must've been the wind or something. Got caught up checking on the cows.” He leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, soft and easy, like nothing had happened. His hand rested low on her back. Emma's stomach twisted watching it. Jealousy? Guilt? She wasn't sure. But her pussy gave a little throb at the memory of him inside her minutes
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







