LOGIN2: Riding himLucas’ green eyes darkened with raw, unrestrained lust as he looked down at me, still seated on the edge of the bed. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily under his tight gray t-shirt. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable now…thick and straining against the denim.“Then do it,” I had whispered.That was all it took.Lucas groaned deeply, a sound of surrender mixed with pure hunger. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up into a fierce kiss. His mouth claimed mine with desperate urgency, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands roamed down my body. He squeezed my ass hard, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my core through our clothes, hot and throbbing.“Fuck, Sarah,” he growled against my lips, biting my lower lip. “You’ve been teasing me for the last twenty minutes. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”He carried me to the bed and laid me down, his b
I stood in the doorway, arms crossed under my breasts, watching as the carpenter knelt beside my antique bed. His name was Lucas…a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early thirties with strong, calloused hands, a fitted gray t-shirt stretched across his muscular back, and faded jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His dark hair was slightly messy from working, and sweat glistened on his tanned arms.My bed stand had been wobbling for weeks, the wooden frame creaking every time I moved. I had called the local handyman service out of frustration, but I hadn’t expected someone like him to show up.“Should be an easy fix,” Lucas said, his deep, slightly raspy voice filling the quiet room. He tightened a bolt with a wrench, his biceps flexing visibly. “The joints are loose. I’ll reinforce them and make sure it’s sturdy again.”I leaned against the doorframe, my thin white tank top clinging to my body and my short denim shorts riding up my thighs. “Take your time,” I said softly, a small
The space behind the couch was tight, forcing all four of us close together. The wood under our bare knees felt smooth and cool, but the air between our bodies was pure fire. Liam stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floorboards. "Mark, get up," Liam commanded, his voice deep and rough. Mark groaned, slowly sliding backward away from me. He sat against the opposite wall, his legs splayed out, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide, dark with excitement as he watched Liam step into the space right in front of me. "You like making noise, Jas?" Liam whispered, leaning down. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my body forward along the floor until my hips were pressed right against his knees. "Liam... wait," I gasped, my fingers digging into the wood of the floorboards. "You're too fast." "We've been waiting out there in the dark," Liam said. He didn't wait. He leaned over me, his big hands gripping the sides of my face, and slammed his mouth onto mine. The sound of our l
The beach house became completely quiet for a moment. Suddenly, the front door rattled. Liam and Rita had given up searching blindly outside. "Time is up!" Liam yelled out from the middle of the room. I heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing away. He pulled the thick black cloth off his face. The dim orange light from the bonfire outside flickered through the windows. "Mark! Jasmine! Come out, please. We are tired of looking for you," Rita said, her voice closer now. She pulled her blindfold down around her neck, blinking against the shadows. "Seriously, Liam. Where did they go?" A soft rustling sound came from behind the big sofa in the corner. Then, the sound of our heavy, ragged breathing broke the silence. The back of the couch moved slightly. First came Mark. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his chest covered in sweat and shining in the dim light. Right behind him, I slid out from the narrow gap. My hair was a wild mess, my skirt was twisted up around my waist, and my li
"Jasmine?" he whispered. His voice was incredibly rough and shaky. "Shut up," I breathed, leaning forward blindly until my lips brushed against his warm, sweaty neck. "You're caught." I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in the dark. The kiss was instant fire. Mark let out a heavy moan against my mouth, his big hands coming up to grip my waist tightly. He pulled me directly onto his lap. The fabric of my skirt slid up my thighs as I straddled him, pressing my wet center directly against the hard length of him through our clothes. "Mmh," I whimpered, tilting my head as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. He tasted like the sweet rum we had been drinking by the fire. Mark’s hands were hot and heavy. They slid from my waist down to my hips, squeezing my bare flesh hard. Every time he squeezed, a small, helpless gasp escaped my throat, lost inside his mouth. He began to tilt his hips upward, rubbing his hard shaft right against me throu
The wind blowing off the ocean was warm. It carried the thick, salty smell of the sea. The waves crashed against the shore with a steady, heavy rhythm. The sun was going down, painting the sky in deep shades of orange and purple. Farther up the beach, near the edge of the tall trees, a small wooden beach house sat in the dark shadows. We sat in a circle on the soft, dry sand. The fire we built was crackling. It threw bright orange light across our faces. There were four of us: Mark, Liam, Rita, and me—Jasmine. We all went to the same college. All attended the Same halls for lecture, Same classrooms. But tonight didn’t feel like that at all. Tonight felt like a different world. We had been drinking rum for hours. Laughing too loudly. Talking too much. Now the silence between us felt heavier than the noise before it. I didn’t even realize I was staring until Rita nudged my leg lightly.“You’re doing it again,” she whispered. “Doing what?” I asked.“Staring at him.” My eyes flick
I fell into a deep, heavy sleep after the shower. It was the kind of sleep that feels like drowning. When my eyes finally blinked open, the room was draped in heavy, orange shadows. I sat up, my head spinning, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was evening. The realization hit me like a ph
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Mmm-gh! Please!" the girl shrieked. She was moving faster now, her body a blur of cream-colored skin against his dark suit. I watched her muscles twitch, her thighs trembling as she pushed herself to the limit. But then, Xercer stopped being still. His hands shifted from her hips to
Xercer didn't say a word. He just watched, the tip of his cigar glowing red in the dim room.The man pulled his pants down. They fell to his ankles in a heap. He stood between my legs, thick and angry-looking.He rubbed the head of his cock against me, teasing my entrance until I was shaking. Then,
I lay there, my body feeling like a live wire. The naked man didn’t stop at his tongue. He moved back up, his knees pushing my legs even wider. I saw him reach for his cock, his length hard and ready.Wait—did he want to fuck me? Yes. At that point, I knew. I wanted it. My body was begging for him





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