LOGINAs Zeke and Delilah stepped through the front door, the air in the apartment felt charged, heavy with the unspoken aftermath of their car encounter. Eli, lounging on the couch in nothing but a loose t-shirt and boxers, immediately picked up on it, the way Delilah walked with a subtle limp, her legs still shaky from the thorough fucking she'd just taken, and the satisfied gleam in Zeke's eyes. A knowing smirk spread across Eli's face as he unfolded himself from the cushions and sauntered over, his gaze flicking between them.He reached Delilah first, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue probing her mouth possessively. Pulling back just enough to speak, he murmured, "You look like you've been thoroughly sorted out. Feeling better now, and is everything settled?" His voice was teasing but genuine, his hand resting on her hip, thumb brushing the spot where Zeke had likely left marks.Delilah blinked, a mix of surprise and curiosity washi
After their intense session on the couch, the three of them—Zeke, Damien, and Eli—staggered to the bathroom, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and the remnants of their passion. Zeke turned on the shower, the hot water dripping down their bodies as they wordlessly cleaned each other up. Damien washed Zeke's back with gentle hands, while Eli lathered soap over Damien's sore ass, eliciting a few winces and soft moans. They dried off quickly, the air thick with the afterglow, and made their way back to the massive bed where Delilah lay, her breathing steady but not quite as deep as it had seemed earlier. Zeke noticed it immediately, the slight tension in her body, the way her eyes fluttered just a bit too precisely under her lids. She was awake, fake asleep, and that thought lingered in his mind as they all snuggled in.Zeke positioned himself in the middle, with Eli curling up against his chest like he always did, possessive and warm, while Damien spooned behind Eli, his arm draped ov
After their intense encounter in the kitchen, Zeke and Damien stumbled back toward the bedroom, but the lingering heat between them pulled them to the plush couch in the living room instead. The city lights cast a soft glow through the windows, illuminating Damien's flushed, marked body as Zeke pushed him down onto the cushions. "Not done with you yet, you greedy slut," Zeke growled, his voice still husky from their earlier exertion, his cock already half-hard again as he pinned Damien beneath him.Damien, still riding the high of pain and release, whimpered in anticipation, his ass sore and leaking from Zeke's previous load. He spread his legs eagerly, wrapping them around Zeke's waist as the older man thrust back inside him without warning, raw and unforgiving. "Fuck, yes—pound me," Damien moaned, his voice breaking as Zeke's thick cock stretched him anew, each thrust hitting deep and reigniting the burn in his overstimulated hole. Zeke's hands gripped Damien's hips bruisingly, pull
That night, the penthouse was shrouded in darkness, the only light filtering in from the city skyline outside. Zeke stirred in the massive bed, his arm reaching out instinctively for Damien's warm body, only to find the space empty and cold. Frowning, he sat up, his mind sharpening as he glanced at the sleeping forms of Eli and Delilah, both oblivious in their slumber. "Where the fuck are you?" he muttered under his breath, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and padding barefoot through the halls.He found Damien in the kitchen, sitting alone at the marble island, a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the glowing city lights through the window. The room was dimly lit by the under-cabinet LEDs, casting shadows across Damien's face, which was etched with a rare vulnerability. Zeke approached silently, his muscular frame moving like a predator, and wrapped his arms around Damien from behind, pulling him into a firm embrace. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" Zeke whispered, his
As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, the four of them stumbled into the penthouse, the air thick with pent-up desire and the lingering hum of the toys still buzzing faintly inside them. Zeke, ever the commander, wrapped his arm tighter around Eli, who was still whimpering and suckling on his neck like a starved animal, his body grinding shamelessly against Zeke's leg. Delilah and Damien followed closely, their faces flushed and sweaty, their hands reaching out to touch Zeke as if he were the only source of relief in a world of torment."Get to the bedroom, now," Zeke growled, his voice low and authoritative, guiding them with a firm hand on Eli's ass. They moved as a tangled group, clothes half-discarded by the time they crossed the threshold. Eli's cock cage strained visibly against his pants, the metal digging into his flesh, while Delilah's dress rode up, exposing the vibrator still lodged in her dripping pussy. Damien's breath came in short, whimpering gasps, his butt
One morning, the penthouse buzzed with a rare sense of purpose as Damien, Delilah, Eli, and Zeke stirred from their shared bed. The night before, after an intense session of lovemaking that left them all spent and tangled, Eli had curled up against Zeke, his voice still carrying a hint of whiny vulnerability from his recent subdrop recovery. "Master," he'd murmured, nuzzling into Zeke's chest, "we've been cooped up forever, just fucking and playing. It's fun, but... I miss the grind. We should go back to the company, show them we're still on top." Zeke, ever the pragmatist, had agreed with a smirk, seeing it as an opportunity to mix business with their twisted pleasures. "Alright, tomorrow we go in," he'd said, sealing it with a possessive kiss.Now, as dawn broke, they all moved with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Eli, fully recovered and buzzing with energy, helped Delilah pick out her outfit, a sleek, form-fitting dress that hugged her curvy figure, while Damien laid out his







