LOGINI slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement.
Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house was completely dark and I moved down the hallway on tiptoe, gently pushing open his bedroom door. Tyler lay sleeping on his back, the sheet barely covering his hips. My tongue darted out, wetting my dry lips. Fuck, he looked buffer. Camp sure did him good. I crept onto the bed with a hungry smile plastered on my lips as I pulled the sheet down slowly. My fingers wrapped his soft cock, stroking it slowly. I missed this even more than I missed him, leaning down i took him into my mouth without thinking twice. His length hardened instantly against my tongue. I loved how responsive he was to me even in his sleep. Taking in his groans, I upped my speed sliding my mouth up and down his growing length. "Mhggfghjkmg." I muffled around his length, trying to take it to the back of my throat. My tongue swirled around the head, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin. God, this was all too much for me. My wetness was already dripping into the bed as I bopped down his cock. A low groan rumbled above me. I smiled around his cock and kept going, taking him further into my mouth. My hand stroked what my lips could not reach. He felt bigger than usual tonight, stretching my jaw in the most delicious way. I moaned softly as I sucked him, the vibration making his cock twitch against my tongue. This was so risky and thrilling. Sneaking in to wake him with my mouth always turned me on more than anything. I slid my mouth off for a moment and kissed my way up his body, licking across his stomach and chest. When I reached his face to kiss him properly, my lips brushed against rough, coarse stubble. My boyfriend never had stubble like this. He always kept his face smooth. Confusion hit me hard. I pulled back quickly, trying to move away from the bed. A strong hand caught the back of my head, holding me in place. “Fuck baby,” a deep, gruff voice said. My heart slammed against my ribs. That voice was much rougher and lower than my boyfriend’s. I tried to lift my head again, but the hand stayed firm. “Wait… what’s going on?” I whispered, panic rising in my chest. “Who are you?” The man beneath me let out a low chuckle. "Isn't it a little too late for introductions?" I froze, my mind spinning. This was not my boyfriend. The body was bigger, the voice deeper, and he even had beards! Yet his cock was still hard and slick from my saliva, resting heavily against my cheek. God! How didn't I notice! “I thought you were Tyler,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “I should not be here. This is a mistake.” “Don’t pull away now,” he replied, his tone calm but commanding. “You were doing such a good job. Put it back in your mouth, baby.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment and confusion. Part of me knew I should get up and leave immediately, but the way his deep voice ordered me sent an unexpected thrill through my body. I was still so wet from sucking him. “This is wrong,” I whispered. “I came here for my boyfriend, not… whoever you are.” He gave a quiet laugh. “We can handle that when I cum. You can't leave a man hanging like this." My pussy clenched hard at his words, I wanted more of him sure but cheating on Tyler? "Baby, you fucking want this i can smell how wet you are and there's no fucking way you didn't notice the difference between me and your boyfriend." I hesitated, staring at the thick length in front of me. “It is bigger,” I admitted softly. “And longer.” “Good girl for being honest,” he murmured. “Now open up again. Suck it nice and wet for me.” I bit my lip, torn between shock and the growing heat between my thighs. My inner voice screamed that this was wrong, but my body wanted to keep going. My pussy definitely had its own braincells, I leaned down slowly and took him back into my mouth, sucking gently at first. “That is better,” he groaned. “Use your tongue more. Yeah, just like that. You are really good at this.” I moaned around his cock as I started moving faster, sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft. The sounds of my mouth working him filled the room, but there was one thought in my head. What would Tyler do if he walked in on this? And why did that turn me on even more? “You like sucking cock while he sleeps, don’t you?” he asked, his voice rough with pleasure. “Sneaking in here like a naughty little girl.” I pulled off just enough to answer, breathing hard. “Yes I do, I love sucking his cock so much.” "You're such a nasty girl,” he said. “And I am not complaining. Keep going, baby. Take me deeper.” I obeyed, taking him further until he touched the back of my throat. I gagged softly but continued sucking, my hand stroking the base in rhythm with my mouth. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” he growled. “Your boyfriend is one lucky bastard, but tonight this cock is all yours. Suck it harder, baby. Show me how much you enjoy it.” My mind raced with guilt and excitement. This stranger’s cock felt so different, so much thicker. Every time I took him deep, my pussy clenched with need. I knew I should stop, but the gruff voice and the way he praised me kept me going. I sucked with more enthusiasm, letting wet, sloppy sounds escape as I worked him eagerly. His hips lifted slightly to meet my mouth. “You are getting so into it now,” he murmured. “Tell me how wet your pussy is right now.” I pulled off briefly, lips glistening. “Very wet,” I confessed, my voice breathy. “I should not be this turned on.” He growled deeper. “I bet you taste so fucking good." I took him in again, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled up. Pleasure and confusion mixed inside me as I lost myself in the act. The man groaned deeply, his hand gently guiding my rhythm. “Fuck you fingers as you suck my cock baby.' My hands went down, rubbing circles on my clit the pleasure was so blinding that I nearly bit the hot stranger in my mouth. Fuck. "I want to taste you baby."INGRIDI was beginning to think my father had deliberately sent me here to suffer.Cole stood beside the table, examining the collection of implements he'd brought out. There were two wooden paddles, a couple of leather straps and a soft whip that looked considerably more intimidating than anything I'd ever seen in my life. He seemed to be taking his time deciding what to use, occasionally picking something up before putting it down again.Meanwhile, I was sitting in the chair, watching him with growing apprehension."Mr. Cole, I've been thinking about our situation, and I believe we should approach this differently. I understand that you're trying to establish some authority in your house, and I have no intention of making that difficult for you. However, I also think it's important that we get along because we're going to be living under the same roof for a while. I'd much rather have a pleasant relationship with you than spend every afternoon getting into trouble."He glanced at me
INGRID I didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit. Mr. Cole stood in front of me, looking entirely too comfortable with whatever he had planned. Meanwhile, I was beginning to regret every decision that had brought me into his house. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “Unfortunately, I disagree.” I glanced towards the doorway. It wasn’t particularly far. If I moved quickly enough, I could probably make it out before he realised what I was doing. “Can we just forget about this?” I asked, forcing a smile. “It was one bracelet, and I've apologised. We can do the punishment but if I don't relent... What do you think?” My heart thundered loudly in my chest and if he stepped any closer I'm more than certain he'd hear it. I'd never been punished for stealing before, sure I've had my cards frozen and gotten grounded but there was something about Officer Cole that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand. “You made that promise before taking the bracelet.” “I made an een
INGRID The house was eerily quiet and not even in a calm way, it made me too anxious of my movements like the whole house would collapse if I moved around. I stood near the entrance, looking around while my father spoke to his friend. They had been talking for the last fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to wonder whether either of them remembered that I was actually there. Note: being delivered to another man’s house was a family affair. “She’s been giving me trouble for years,” my father said, shaking his head.“I honestly don’t know what else to do with her.” I turned towards him. “You’re making it sound like I’m a criminal.” His friend looked at me briefly before returning his attention to my father.“Is she not?” I gasped. “Daddy, did you hear that?” “I heard him.” “And you’re just going to let him insult me?” My father gave me a look.“Would you prefer I tell him about the incident at the hotel last month?” I closed my mouth. There wer
INGRID “Are you fucking kidding me?” I looked at the man standing in front of me, then down at the little gold watch sitting comfortably in my palm. Honestly, I didn’t understand why he was making such a fuss. It was a pretty watch, and it had been sitting on that table practically begging to be taken. Besides, I hadn’t even decided whether I wanted to keep it. “Miss, I’m going to need you to hand that over.” I tilted my head. “Hand what over?” His expression changed. “The watch.” I glanced at my palm again, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, this? I thought you were talking about something else.” “Miss!” “There’s no need to shout. I’m standing right here.” The man looked like he was two seconds away from having a stroke. He was probably in his fifties, wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive expression. I’d seen him earlier, laughing with some equally rich people at the charity event, and now he was looking at me like I’d personally ruined his entire bloodline.
I stretch out on my stomach across the bed when the match ends, phone still in my hand, scrolling without reading. Tobi stays on the floor for a while, then climbs up behind me like it is the most natural thing in the world. “Your back is tense,” he says. “Everything is tense. This house is full of people.” His hands settle on my shoulders. Ordinary pressure at first. Slow circles with his thumbs that work the knots I didn’t even know were there. I let my eyes close and tell myself this is nothing. He has done this before when we were studying or when I complained about sitting too long. This is the same. It has to be the same. His palms move lower, following the line of my spine with deliberate care. When they reach the small of my back the heat starts, low and unwanted, spreading through me in a slow wave. I still don’t move. The shorts I threw on after my shower are thin and I never bother with underwear at home. The knowledge sits between us like a third person in the ro
Wren I kept my eyes shut and tried to breathe like someone who was actually asleep. The mattress dipped. Beck’s weight settled on the edge of the bed, close enough that the heat of him reached me through the thin sheet. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure he could hear it. His hand hovered above my body, I felt the warmth of his palm an inch above my thigh, then higher, tracing the shape of me without quite touching. When his fingers finally landed, they were careful, almost reverent, sliding from my knee up the outside of my leg. The sheet whispered under his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wren,” he murmured, voice low and rough like he was talking to himself. I stayed still. Barely breathing. His hand moved higher, cupped the side of my hip, thumb stroking once over the soft curve. Then it drifted inward, brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I had to lock every muscle to keep from spreading my legs for him. He smelled way hotter than he did in th
I pulled off his thick cock with a wet pop, my swollen lips glistening. My fingers kept rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit, the pleasure making my thighs tremble. The stranger’s deep voice sent fresh heat through me as he spoke again. “I want to taste you, baby. Spread those legs and let
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho
I had a crush on Aiden for as long as I could remember. It started innocent enough, watching him laugh with Jake in our driveway, but it had grown into something deeper, hotter, something that kept me awake at night imagining his hands on me. Now I wanted more than just to watch from the sidelines.







