LOGINChapter 4 - More Than I Asked For I thought that was it… that we were done, that I'd catch my breath, put my dress back on, and walk back up those stairs with my legs still shaking. But he had other ideas. Before I could even lift my head off the cushion he pulled out and got his arms under me and just lifted me off the couch like I weighed nothing. I yelped and grabbed at his neck and he carried me across the room and dropped me down onto the bed, and I landed on my back with my hair spread out around me and my chest heaving and my thighs still slick with him. "Where do you think you're going?" he said. "I wasn't…" "We aren't done." He climbed onto the bed and got between my legs again and pushed his cock back inside me in one slow stroke and I moaned out and arched up off the mattress. He fucked me slow this time. Long, deep, deliberate strokes with his hands planted on either side of my head and his eyes on mine and every push bottoming out inside me. I wrapped
Chapter 3 - What He Showed Me I opened my mouth to tell him I really did need to go but then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down in one motion and his cock sprang free and hit the air hard and heavy and everything I was about to say died in my throat. I should have stood up and slapped him and told him he was disgusting and stormed out the door. That's what a normal woman would have done. That's what I told myself I was. But what was in front of me was something I had never seen in my entire life. For a man of his age it was mind-blowing. He had to be forty-four, forty-five, and he was standing in front of me with a cock that belonged to a man half his age… long and thick and veiny, curving up toward his stomach and pointing straight at me like it knew exactly what it wanted. My mouth went dry and then wet and I felt my tongue move against my teeth before I could stop it. "What is the meaning of this?" I managed. He didn't answer r
Chapter 2 - The Landlord I woke up to the sound of the shower running. Damian was already up and moving. I could hear him through the bathroom door, the water hitting the tile, the low hum he always did when he was getting ready for work. I lay there in the warm spot he'd left behind and watched the ceiling fan turn and let myself drift for a few minutes before the smell of coffee pulled me out of bed. I pulled on one of his shirts and went out to the kitchen and put the kettle on and made us both breakfast while he finished getting ready. Eggs and toast and the last of the bacon, and I had it plated and on the table by the time he came out in his work clothes. "You didn't have to do all this baby," he said, sitting down. "I want to." I poured him a cup of coffee and set it in front of him. "You've got a long drive ahead of you." He ate fast the way he always did when he was running late, and I sat across from him and drank my tea and watched him. He looked good. He finished
Chapter 1 - Paying Rent In Kind I was on my hands and knees. Damian had me from behind with one hand fisted in my hair and the other flat on my lower back, and he was fucking me hard and slow the way he did when he wanted to make it last, and the slap of his hips against my ass filled the whole bedroom and I had my face buried in the pillow, moaning into it like I couldn't help myself. "Oh… fuck, Damia…” He pulled my hair and I arched my back. He got deeper and I moaned out into the pillow and pushed back into him. He'd been at it for twenty minutes by then and I was wet and swollen and my thighs were shaking and I had already cum twice, once on his fingers before he even got inside me and once with my cheek against the headboard while he held my hips still and fucked me through it. He fucked me slow at first. Long strokes, pulling almost all the way out and pushing all the way back in, and every stroke pushed me up the bed and every stroke made me moan. He had one hand on
My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 6: You taste sweet 💋🥵💦 Noah didn’t text me first before he came this time. Instead he knocked. The knock came a little after seven, and somehow I already knew who it was before I checked the peephole. When I opened the door, Noah stood in the hallway with his hands in his jacket pockets and no bag, no folder, no container in sight. Just him. “Hi,” he said. I felt the smile pull at my mouth before I could stop it. “Hi.” I stepped back to let him in. He walked past me the way he had a dozen times now, but everything about it felt different. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs like it belonged there. “I was about to make dinner,” I said. “Nothing fancy.” “Can I help?” “Yeah.” We moved around the kitchen together without needing to figure out the rhythm anymore. I put the water on for pasta. He washed the vegetables without asking where the colander was. Every so ofte
My boss' son keeps coming over 👅💦💦 Chapter 5: Pleasured sweetly 🍆🍆🍆 Noah texted me late in the afternoon. Noah: You home later? Noah: No paperwork this time. Just checking. I stared at the messages longer than I needed to before typing back. Me: I’ll be here. He showed up a little after seven with damp hair and a paper bag from the bakery down the street. When I opened the door, the smile he gave me was smaller than usual. “Hi,” he said. “Hi.” I stepped aside to let him in. He set the bag on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket. The rain from earlier in the week had passed, but the air outside still felt cool. Inside my apartment, everything seemed warmer with him standing in it. “I brought those almond croissants you mentioned liking,” he said. “In case you hadn’t eaten.” “You’re going to spoil me.” “Maybe.” We moved around each other with the same easy rhythm we had fallen into over the past visits. And none of us mentioned the kiss that
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
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







