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Should I Fúck My Married Neighbor? Part 2
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Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 4
He stayed on his knees, the hard floor digging into his skin. His cock was a rigid, painful ache, a silent scream in a room of quiet control. Isabelle sat behind her desk, her pen making a soft, scratching sound on the paper. She was talking about data nodes and server architecture, her voice calm and level, as if he weren't naked and hard and broken on her floor."Get up," she said, not looking up from her notes. "Go to the whiteboard. Sketch out the primary data flow for the new inventory system. The one we just discussed."He pushed himself to his feet, his muscles protesting. His erection was blatant, impossible to hide, a flag of his own surrender. He walked to the whiteboard, his movements stiff, aware of her eyes on him the entire time. He picked up a marker, the plastic feeling cold and alien in his sweaty hand."Your pants," she said. "Put them back on. I can't have you dripping on my carpet."He fumbled with his sweatpants, pulling them up over his hard length, the fabric a
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 3
He was back at eight the next morning. The air in the office was different. It was their space now. He wore soft, grey sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, just as she had ordered. His heart hammered against his ribs, a fast, hard beat of fear and something else, something dark and excited he didn't want to name.Isabelle was already there. She sat behind her desk, but she wasn't working. She was just watching him, her eyes like dark, polished stones. She wore a simple black dress, cut to show off her long legs."Lock the door," she said.He did. The click was loud. Final."Take off your shirt," she commanded.He pulled the t-shirt over his head, his movements clumsy. He stood there, half-naked, his skin prickling under her cool gaze. He was in good shape, lean and wiry from years of skipping gym days to code, but under her eyes, he felt exposed, weak."Your pants," she said.He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He stepped out of them, kicking them
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fúcking The Boss For Promotion part 2
Your first project is me. Mark’s brain stuttered, trying to process the statement through the filter of his desperation. He looked at Isabelle, at the cool, calculating confidence in her eyes, and realized with a jolt that she wasn’t joking. She wasn’t being metaphorical. She was laying out the first, most critical term of their partnership.“I… I don’t understand,” he said, the words feeling thick and clumsy in his mouth.A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. She walked around the desk, her movements fluid and silent, and perched on the edge right in front of him. She was so close he could smell the faint, expensive scent of her perfume, something like bergamot and sandalwood. She crossed her legs, the hem of her tailored trousers riding up just enough to reveal the delicate, expensive strap of her high-heeled shoe.“Let me break it down for you in terms you’ll understand,” she said, her voice a low, intimate murmur that was more intimidating than a shout. “This position ha
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Fucking The Boss For Promotion
Mark shifted in the uncomfortable leather chair, the fabric pulling tight across his shoulders. He was on his third interview of the week, and the well of optimistic answers had run dry, replaced by a hollow, echoing desperation. His savings were a disappearing shoreline, and the eviction notice taped to his apartment door wasn't a suggestion anymore. This was it. Axiom Corp was his last good lead, a sleek, monolithic tower of glass and steel that represented everything he’d lost: stability, respect, a future.The door to the executive office opened, and the woman who walked in wasn't just a person; she was an event. The sharp, decisive click of her heels on the polished concrete floor silenced the ambient noise of the open-plan office beyond the glass walls. She was tall, her frame wrapped in a tailored pantsuit the color of a storm cloud, a garment that was less clothing and more armor. Her dark hair was cut in a severe, elegant bob that framed a face with high cheekbones and pierci
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories In Bed With My Best Friend's Son Part 19
The phone felt like a block of ice in Carmen’s trembling hand. Lucas stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, a gesture of mock comfort that was nothing more than a threat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, hypnotic poison.“Dial it,” he commanded softly. “And make it sound good, Mom. Make it sound like you’re saving the day.”With a sob that caught in her throat, Carmen dialed the number she knew by heart. The phone rang once, twice. Alejandro’s cheerful, oblivious voice came through the speaker. “Carmen! To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Alejandro,” Carmen began, her voice a thin, reedy imitation of her own. “I… I’m at the house. With Sofia.”There was a pause. “Oh? Is everything alright? You sound upset.”Lucas’s fingers tightened on her shoulders, a silent, painful command. “That’s why I’m calling,” Carmen said, the words feeling like shards of glass in her mouth. “It’s Lucas. He’s… he’s not well, Alejandro. He’s saying terrible things, acting
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories In Bed With My Best Friend's Son Part 18
The words hung in the air of the small café, a death sentence for a friendship that had once been the bedrock of Sofia’s life. Carmen’s face was a canvas of pure, undiluted horror. Her eyes darted from Lucas’s triumphant smirk to Sofia’s vacant, tear-streaked face, a frantic, desperate search for an explanation that didn’t exist.“You… you both,” she finally managed to choke out, the words a ragged, broken sound. She sank back into her chair, her body limp, as if all her bones had dissolved. “You… you planned this. All of it.”Lucas laughed, a low, dismissive sound that was worse than any shout. He pulled out a chair, spinning it around and straddling it, his arms resting on the back. He looked at his mother, his head cocked, a look of pitying amusement on his face. “‘Planned’ is such an ugly word, Mom. I prefer to think of it as… inevitable. A reckoning.” He glanced at Sofia. “Sofia here was the key. The beautiful, neglected key that unlocked the whole rotten kingdom.”He took out hi
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