Mag-log inMia’s POV.The adrenaline from the video call with Jax’s parents lingered for days, turning every moment into a live wire of fear and arousal. By the start of the third week, our secret had taken on a life of its own. We were bolder, sloppier and hungrier. The house no longer felt like a borrowed space, it felt like ours, soaked in the scent of sex and the echoes of my moans.I woke up in the morning already impaled on Jax’s dick.He must have rolled me on top of him while I slept. I was straddling his hips, his thick length buried to the hilt inside my sore, cum-filled pussy. His hands gripped my waist, slowly grinding me down onto him even as my eyes fluttered open.“Morning, baby,” he rasped, his green eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “Couldn’t wait. Needed to feel you wrapped around me.”I gasped, bracing my hands on his chest as I started riding him instinctively. The stretch was intense, every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive walls. “Jax… you’re insatiable.”“Only for th
Mia’s POV.By the middle of the second week, our routine had become dangerously addictive. Wake up, fuck. Eat, fuck. Exist in the house like it was our private sex den. Jax couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I didn’t want him to. In the afternoon, I was on my knees in the living room, completely naked, with Jax’s thick dick buried deep in my mouth.He sat on the couch, his legs spread wide, one hand tangled in my hair as he guided me. I’d started slow, licking and sucking, tasting the mix of us from our earlier round, but Jax had grown impatient. Now he was using my mouth properly—fucking my face with steady, deep thrusts while I drooled and moaned around him.“Fuck, Mia… just like that,” he groaned, his hips bucking up. “Take it deeper. Let me fuck that pretty throat.”Tears pricked my eyes as I relaxed my jaw, letting him push past the back of my tongue. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room as his heavy balls tapped my chin. I loved it, the way he used me, the way he looked dow
Mia’s POV. I woke up to his mouth on me. My legs were already spread wide, his broad shoulders between them as he licked slow, deliberate stripes up my cunt. He’d clearly been at it for a while because my thighs were slick, my clit throbbing under the attention of his tongue. I moaned softly, threading my fingers through his messy hair. “Jax… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice husky with sleep and rising pleasure. “Eating my breakfast,” he murmured against my folds, the vibration making me shiver. “This cunt tastes even better after a full night of my cum drying on it.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding deep inside me, curling just right. I arched off the bed, gasping as he worked me with expert precision—licking, sucking, fucking me with his fingers until my legs were trembling. The orgasm hit me hard and fast, a warm rush that left me panting and clenching around his digits. He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through the aftershocks, pushing h
Mia’s POV.By the end of the first week, the house had become our private playground of sin. Every room carried the memory of Jax claiming me— the kitchen counter where he bent me over for a quick morning load, the living room couch that still had faint stains from when he’d made me ride him until I screamed, the shower where he loved to fuck me from behind while we watched in the fogged mirror.This morning, I woke to an empty bed again. My body ached in the best way, my cunt puffy and tender, my thighs sticky with the remnants of last night’s final round. I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me open.I found him in the basement gym, shirtless and sweaty, doing pull-ups on the bar. The sight of his rippling muscles and the way his sweatpants hung low made fresh heat pool between my legs.He dropped down when he saw me, his eyes raking over my body. I was wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts again, and it barely covered anything.“Couldn’t stay away?” he asked,
Mia’s POVThe following days blurred into a haze of stolen pleasure and mounting dread. By day four of our secret arrangement, my body had adjusted to Jax’s constant claiming, but my mind was a war zone. Every morning I woke up leaking his cum, every night I fell asleep with it still inside me, and Sarah’s texts kept arriving like little guilt grenades.This morning was no different. I stirred to the feeling of Jax’s thick dick already sliding between my folds from behind, spooning me in his bed. He’d woken up hard again, seemingly always hard for me now and didn’t bother with foreplay. One strong arm hooked under my knee, spreading me open as he pushed in deep with a low groan.“Fuck, Mia… still so tight even after I’ve wrecked this pussy for days,” he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing the fresh hickey he’d left last night.I whimpered, pushing back against him instinctively. The stretch burned so good. “Jax… we have to be careful today. I have a group project meeting on ca
Mia’s POV.The next morning I woke up alone in Jax’s bed, the sheets twisted around my naked body and the unmistakable scent of sex clinging to everything. My cunt felt swollen and tender, a constant, throbbing reminder of how many times he’d claimed me. I stretched slowly, feeling another warm trickle of his dried cum flake off my inner thigh. Even after the shower last night, he’d fucked me once more before we finally passed out—slow, possessive strokes while he held my wrists above my head and told me I was his now.I should have felt ashamed. Sarah’s face kept flashing in my mind—her bright laugh, the way she’d squeezed me in that last hug before she left the house. If only she knew how thoroughly her brother had ruined her best friend’s cunt in the last forty-eight hours.The guilt twisted in my stomach, but so did fresh heat between my legs.I slipped on one of Jax’s oversized t-shirts, the hem barely covering my ass, and padded upstairs. The house was quiet except for the low







