LOGINIn the mirror, she watched his fingers working her. They then parted her pussy and slid through her wetness. Her hips shifted involuntarily, and he pressed deeper, a second finger joining the first.She let out a curse at the feeling as her pussy gripped his fingers. Her breath was coming shorter now, her chest rising and falling in the mirror, her nipples tight against the cold air.He withdrew his fingers, and she felt the head of his cock replace them, pressing against her entrance, and she braced for him to push in, but he didn't. He held there, just at the edge.“Tell me what you want,” he said.She stared at her reflection. At the woman in the mirror with the parted lips and the desperate eyes, the woman who was arching back against a man who hadn't even paid for her services, yet was about to fuck her like the whore she was.“It's either you tell me,” he whispered. “Or we stay here all night.”“I want—” Her voice caught, and she swallowed. “I want you inside me.”“That's not wh
Ray's tongue moved again, slower now, lapping at the wetness on Lilith's skin. The taste was different from what she'd expected. It was salty and something else, something she couldn't name. She pressed deeper, not because she was being told to, but because the taste was changing, becoming something she wanted to understand.She felt Lilith shudder above her, oversensitive, and heard the man's low laugh.“I think she likes it,” he said. “I think your little friend enjoys eating pussy.”Ray pulled back, with her lips wet and her chin slick. She looked up at Lilith, whose green eyes were glassy and unreadable, before she looked at the man, who was watching her with a new interest.From across the bar, a chair scraped against the floor. Ray turned her head without thinking. The sound had come from the table by the window. A man she couldn't recognise, since he now had his back to them, had just gotten up from his desk.The man at table seven followed her look. His hand stilled between Li
She kept her eyes on his. His pupils were blown wide, the brown nearly swallowed by black. His breath came shorter now. He pushed a second finger into her, and her cunt gripped him automatically. Somewhere in the background, Tessa's low laugh cut through the bar noise, followed by the wet sound of a mouth on skin. Tessa was the blow job bitch. None of the other ladies held a candle to her when it came to satisfying men with her mouth. She was just good at what she does.“Tell me,” the man said. “Tell me what you're for.”Ray looked at him for a few seconds before she parted her lips. “I'm here for your pleasure,” she said, words she always repeated each night. “Whatever you want. That's what I'm for.”He smiled. “Good girl.” He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean while holding her gaze. “I want you to finish what you came here to do,” he said, nodding at the untouched whiskey glasses. “Serve the drinks, and then I want you to bring your friend
Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action......The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had. She made straight for table seven, to a man who had asked for her. She had assumed he was a regular until she approached the table. The man sitting there was no one she recognised. He looked to be in his late forties, maybe, with a thick gut straining his button-down and a wedding ring that caught the low light when he reached for his drink. He watched her approach the way the others did. His gaze started at her ankles and worked up. He smiled because he liked what he saw. He had never called for he
The words shattered his last restraint. A raw sound tore from his throat. He pushed forward and buried his cock inside her to the hilt.The stretch was perfect. He was everywhere, deep in a place that had ached for him for years. Collins froze, buried inside her, his forehead dropping to hers. A shudder wracked his enormous frame and his breath came in ragged pants against her lips.“Fuck,” he choked out. “Kamara.”She wrapped her legs around his waist and her heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him deeper. The movement made him groan.He began to move. Slow at first. Withdrawing almost completely, then sliding back in with a measured, devastating rhythm. Each stroke was a claiming. His eyes never left hers. The intimacy of it was more blinding than the pleasure. This was Collins, her best friend, seeing every flicker of feeling on her face as he filled her body.“You feel…” He lost the words, his hips snapping forward harder. “Fuck, you feel like home.”She cried out, her n
“It’s okay,” she whispered, cutting him off. She didn’t understand, not fully, but she saw him. The secret he’d carried, heavy and alone. She flexed her foot in his hand. “Show me.”Something broke in his face. Gratitude, hunger or desperate relief. His grip on her foot tightened, just for a second, before he lowered it. He shifted his weight off her, kneeling on the floor between her legs. The position was shockingly intimate and submissive. He looked up at her as his hands rested on her calves.“You’re perfect,” he confessed. His hands slid down to her ankles, then wrapped around her feet, pulling them toward him. He held them both, his thumbs massaging the balls of her feet, his fingers tracing each toe. The attention was dizzying. It wasn’t sexual in the way his fingers inside her had been. It was worship.He bent and pressed his mouth to the top of her foot. Then the arch. His lips were soft, his stubble a delicious scratch against her skin. He kissed the hollow beneath her ankle
“Stay," Hawk said, as if she were a dog. Then he walked toward the woman's table.Amelia couldn't hear what he said, but the woman's eyes widened, then narrowed as her red lips parted on a breath. She glanced at Amelia, giving her a long assessing look that travelled from her tear-streaked face to
He traced the blade upward until it rested against her pussy. A shock went through her like an electric current. She was spread open, and the lips of her cunt parted around the width of the knife, and all she could feel was the cold and aching emptiness where she needed something more. Hawk watched
A/NThis is an FFM book.So, this was a tough request to write as I'd never written bi stories. Well, I tried to get exactly what the reader asked for. I hope it's to your satisfaction.@Caro. It was a pleasure bringing the characters to life.The restaurant hummed around them. Forks scraped on ce
And like a damned idiot I was, I screamed. The sound tore out of my throat and filled the living room as Roric fucked into me harder. His grip on my hair tightened, and his hips slammed against my thighs with a sound that I knew I'd hear in my nightmares for the rest of my life.“That's it,” he gru







