LOGINSTEVE.
I damn near bust my nut listening to the sultry, sexy sounds coming from the room. I'd returned after the meeting, which surprisingly happened to end earlier than I anticipated. The house had been silent, except for this one room. I didn't intend to probe, believing Stefan must have got his girlfriend railed ... no ... she had gone on some ladies' date with her friends, had she not?. Scheming, I reached for the door and pushed it open to see my girlfriend sucking on my brother's cock. And damn did it turn me on. “Don’t stop on my account, young one, or yeah, is it my turn now?” I asked them as I strolled into the room; both looked. I stared, confused and as fucked as fuck, at Stefan's cock, still leaking cum, with a pained face. “Fuck. Yes… Ugh, I'm working very hard right now.” I spoke casually, reaching for the back of Jade's head to push her face against my crotch. I moaned. Having her lips in contact with my cock through my pants “Now suck my cock too. Make it wet and sloppy. I'll be fucking you in the ass.” I announced. I was too horny to be pissed off. She undid the fly of my pants and let it drop to my knees before pulling my boxers, my cock sprang free on her face. She gobbled it all like the fucking bitch she is. “Yes, suck me off in the office and clean. me down your fucking slutty throat…yes…. Like that,” I spoke, grabbing her by the jaw. She coughed around me and slid deeper into her throat, not caring for her lack of air. Stefan looked stunned, but I could see his cock twitch again, a sinful grin straddled my lips while I pulled out to the tip before slamming my cock deeper into her. “Move. Jade...push up your ass. Has he fucked you there yet?!” I groaned, horny and hard as fuck… My voice sounded tight! Fucking lustful, She shook her head; I glanced towards Stefan, and he shook his head as well, nodding negatively. “You’ve been a sucker for ass, Stefan, why not?” I asked, dragging Jade's feet. She slammed to the floor, her body shook, and a light screech of pain slipped past her lips. “Fuck her. Stefan, I'll watch, then when you cum in her tight slutty hole. I'll fuck it.” I moaned, my cock throbbing, and I palmed myself, jerking my cock. Jade made a sound with her lips. 'I'm certain in her fantasies she didn't ever want a chance to beg, so I wouldn't give her a chance now. I grabbed Jade's head and pinned it against the bed before shoving her face down and propping her ass up. I gestured for Stefan to draw closer. He did, reluctantly. I grabbed his cock, carefully nudging it against Jade’s ass. She was in horror, but of course, we all knew damn well it was false. Jade loved being gotten off with, fucked, and raped, and that's what I intended to give to her. I spit on her hole, watching it slide into her ass and down her crack before shoving Stefan's hard cock into it… “Brother, I…” “Fuck her ass... I want you to get off, then I'll fuck her too. Don't fucking waste my time.” Jade shook, but Stefan moved throbbing, shoving as hard as she could upwards, her ass clamping against the tip of Steve's cock. “No… please… stop… I... fuck...' She moaned as Stefan snapped his hips forward, shoving his cock into her ass. “Feel right... How does it fucking work?” I jerk my cock, my eyes glued to Jade's ass, and slam harder on Stefan's cock with each sound he makes. “So fucking warm. So fucking tight. Makes me… fuck.” She feels so fucking good, man.” Stefan was fucking her faster with much vigour, his popping in and out. I sucked in air, my finger in the slit of my cock. I rolled my balls in my other palm; I got my dick hard enough for pain to thrum in me. Pleasure zapped through me as I watched my brother pound Jade's ass, his balls slapping against her ass. I circled my thumb against his balls, causing it to serve as some sort of makeshift cock ring, but he shuddered, kissing his teeth as my hands came in contact with his balls. “Fill me. Please. Fuck me like your skank, like your fucking whore. Fuck me till I'm covered with your fucking cum. Yes. Use me…both of you, yes. Yes, yes, yes, like that, yes. Oh my freaking. Fuck.” Jade moaned contentedly, jumbled words, thrusting her ass backwards. How to fuck herself on Stefan's cock “I'm! Ma cum!. Fuck!” Stefan screeched as he clasped his teeth together; his fingers dug into her thigh, and I felt his balls draw up in my hands as he spurted cum into Jaded's ass, pumping her full of his cum. I watched his cock throb, and finally, as he fucked her through his slowly, he lipped his cock out. I mine against the streak of cum striking down from her asshole and her back in. “I'll fuck you, and when I cum, we go ahead.” I cooed, squeezing her back so much that her eyes bugged; I could hear the smacking of flesh against flesh. Was jerking off again, and his cum coated my cock in his hand. I looked out slowly, easily, gently. And then I rocked hard into her, fucking her ass, while she begged, and kept squirting, but I didn't stop. I fucked her till my dick was sensitive; I fucked her senseless till I was digging my own teeths in into my lips. Until I felt my own Orgasm hit me as I cum in her ass mixing my cum with my brother's before pulling out.ISLA’S POV ‘Sex is overrated. Get fucked and see it’s nothing but pain and shame.’ Wren, my childhood’s bestie's voice bangs in my head, coupled with the memories of Arlo and me beneath the sheets, sweaty, panting. We just had our first real sex, except it felt boring… “Bonnie?” My father’s voice breaks through my thoughts, jerking me back to reality, and how I’m stupidly in front of sex toys! Fuck! “Bonnie?” He calls out again, his voice soft with worry. I spin around but don't immediately see him. He’s lost behind long rows of machinery in the old county supermarket. Sure no one is watching, I grab a purple portable dildo, bury it underneath the packs of groceries in my basket, before dashing towards his voice. “Over here,” I gulp dryly and hurry in his direction as I make several attempts to hide the awkwardness on my face. I just slipped a dildo in my cart! I just slipped a fucking dildo in my cart! “Bonnie,” his sweet smile rocks his lips and he stretches a hand to c
NINA "Lie back." I lay back. The pillow was cold against my neck. He grabbed my scrub pants. Yanked them down my legs. My underwear went with them. I was bare from the waist down. The air was cold on my pussy. I was already wet. So wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets. "Look at this," he said. "My little nurse is soaked. And I've barely touched her." He spread my legs. His hands pushed my knees apart. He looked at me. Right at my cunt. My clit was swollen. I could feel it throbbing. "Please touch me. Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to remind me who I belong to." He slapped my thigh so hard that the sting made me jerk. "You belong to me. You belong to your boss. You're nothing but a fuckhole for me to use." "Yes." "You'd do anything I asked." "Anything." "Even if I told you to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the ER?" "Yes." "Even if I told you to suck my cock while the charge nurse is watching?" "Yes." He slid one finger inside me. Just on
NINA The hotel room was small. The curtains were thin and gray, barely blocking the lights from the parking lot outside. Ethan closed the door behind us. The lock clicked. He didn't turn on the lamp. I stood in the middle of the room. My bag was still in my hand. My heart was still pounding from the bus. From his cock in my mouth. From the way he looked at me when he tucked himself back into his pants like nothing had happened. "Drop the bag." I dropped it. He walked toward me. Slow. His shoes were quiet on the carpet. He stopped when his chest touched mine. I could feel his breath on my forehead. "You know this is wrong," he said. "I know." "I'm your boss. I could lose my license for this." I looked up at him, heart racing in my chest, was this it? Would he blame me for it all? Toss me out now?. "Then why are you here?" His hand came up. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. He pulled me close. His lips brushed my ear. "Because I don't give a fuck about my license
NINA The bus was dark. Most of the lights were off. The only glow came from the emergency exit signs and a few phone screens from people who couldn't sleep. We were six hours into a nine-hour drive to the medical seminar. Everyone around me was passed out. Heads back, mouths open, and Snoring. Everyone except Dr. Ethan Cross. He was sitting next to me in the back row. His thigh pressed against mine. His hand rested on the seat between us, palm up, fingers grazing my hip. He hadn't said a word in thirty minutes. Neither had I. But I could feel him. The heat of him. The weight of his arm. The way his thumb moved in slow circles against the fabric of my pants. I should have been tired. I wasn't. I was wired. Every bump in the road made our bodies press closer. Every curve made his shoulder brush mine. I could smell his cologne. Something woodsy. Something that made my mouth water. "Nina." His voice was low. Barely a whisper. I turned my head. His face was inches from mine. In the
NINA The patient was stable. The hallway was empty. And Dr. Ethan Cross had me pressed against the wall of the on-call room before I could say a word. His hand was on my hip, His other hand was on the door, pushing it shut behind us. The door was locked and then suddenly. The room was small there was just a bed and then A sink, the only source of air was a window that faced the brick wall of the next building. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "What I've wanted to do for three months." He kissed meHis mouth was hot. His tongue slid against mine. His body pressing on me. My hands found his shoulders. His scrubs were thin. I could feel the muscle underneath. The heat of his skin. He pulled back to look at my face. His eyes were black. His breathing was heavy. "Tell me to stop," he said. "You're my boss." I slurred already feeling my parties damp with wetness, I wanted to be railed by him so bad, he looked so fucking handsome. "Someone could walk in." I continued speaking tryin
NINA I had been a nurse for six years. I had seen men die. I had held hands while hearts stopped beating. I had been puked on, screamed at, grabbed, and cried on. Nothing shocked me anymore. Then Dr. Ethan Cross walked into the break room. It was three in the morning. I was drinking cold coffee from a styrofoam cup, staring at the vending machine as if it owed me money. I hadn't slept in twenty hours. My hair was falling out of its ponytail. There was a stain on my scrubs that I was pretending wasn't there. He opened the door and the whole room changed. Not because he was handsome. He was. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes the color of whiskey. But that wasn't it. It was the way he moved, like he owned every room he walked into. He didn't look at me at first. He walked to the coffee maker, poured himself a cup, and leaned against the counter. His white coat was unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up. I could see the veins in his forearms. "New?" he asked. His voice was low. Rough. L







