LOGINIt was already past midnight when Evelyn Lane, a woman in her thirties, stood by her window, looking at the city skyline. The house was bright, but not until she pulled the curtains.
She pulled off her heels before walking towards the bedroom. She was tired; she had a very long day. She opened the door slowly as she got to the entrance of her room. The first thing she did when she got to the room was stare at her corporate pants and silk blouse in the mirror.
She had to put on dresses like that every day to impress her clients. One could tell she had it all: beauty, intelligence, and success, yet she returned to her quiet home every night, feeling alone as ever.
She had lost her husband, had no kids, and she didn't remarry after that. She still looked so young in her thirties. Young guys kept asking her for dates, but she settled for Edward. He was decent in bed, but she wasn't getting enough.
Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home.After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to.All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her.Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked.The look on her face was his undoing. He
The cuffs had barely been undone before Molly shoved her arms free, yanking the gag out of her mouth. Her chest heaved, sweat dripping down her cleavage, and her nipples red from the clamps.Her thighs were still slick with her juices. And then she snapped.“You fucking bastards,” she screamed. “You think I’m leaving like this? After everything you’ve done, after you teased me like this? Fuck you! I’m not walking out without some cock inside me!”The crowd roared, half in shock, half in lust at the blatant way she asked for it, but Molly didn't give a shit. The grins in the producer's face told her this was what they had wanted.“I want it now," Molly spat and pointed at the men on stage. “One of you, get your cock out! I’ll suck it! And someone else better be behind me by the time I’m on my knees, because I&r
The audience went wild at the sight of the slutty girl cumming a second time. Despite shuddering and convulsing from cumming, Molly's hands clutched Dave’s thighs, dragging his cock back into her mouth, desperate for more.Dave nearly lost it at the sight. “Greedy little slut!"Her muffled moan of agreement sent another hot pulse shooting through him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to pull back before he came."Stop," the producers ordered, and both of them groaned."What? Please, I need..." Molly trailed off. She needed more time with his cock, and preferably it would end with him spilling deep in her throat."We'll move to the next audition. Go get cleaned up, Molly."She groaned, still horny as she dragged herself off the toy. She had been assigned a team
Molly was back.Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked into the audition hall, and she grinned as everyone in the room watched her. She was a bombshell of a beauty, and she knew that.The producers of the agency she was so determined to join also knew that because they kept making her 'audition' for specific roles. She had thought she had already proved to them that she wanted in this business just for the fun of it.She loved cocks. She loved fucking. So she might as well be getting paid for doing the things she loved. A win-win situation, if you asked her. The audition room this time had not just Dave and the filmmakers, but also a small crowd of men who already had that hungry look in their eyes.Her eyes landed on the bench-like contraption in the centre of the room. It had a thick, black si
Vivian's POVI could feel him before I even saw him.Axel was leaning against the bar's edge in the dim light, eyes dark and heavy on me. My heart raced at the intensity of his stare, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I stepped a little closer, wanting to feel the pull, the danger.Axel was bad for me. It wasn't just the tattoos and piercings; he was the freaking leader of the O'Hara Clan, a biker group. They were bad news, but they had also saved my life, and I worked in one of their clubs.His jaw tightened as he watched me move, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. I felt heat pooling low in my belly, my fingers trembling. Every muscle in my body was alive, knowing he was mine, even before I’d spoken a word.We avoided each other, though, and the tension was killing me. I was halfway through my shift when a rival gang lead
Mary Ann had always been a doe-eyed beauty, but she wasn’t some shy little lamb; she was twenty-five, for goodness’ sake and knew exactly what she wanted.What she wanted was Georgie, the ranch’s stallion of a man. Her daddy would pass out if he ever found out, though.Mary Ann spied on him more often than she cared to admit, like when he worked shirtless in the fields, split logs, or after a long day. He was tall, huge, and tann; she just wanted to be in those arms.That hot afternoon, though, she got a little reckless, slipping into the barn to watch him bathe after taking the horses for a ride.Georgie’s head lifted the moment he felt her eyes on him. His gaze snapped to where she stood half-hidden behind the stall.“Mary Ann.” He snarled. “What in God’s name are you doin’ here?”She froze, caught, but her feet wouldn’t move.







