MasukMy chest rose and fell as I tried to recover, my body still trembling.
"Lay back," he muttered. I did. He climbed over me, straddling my torso, his cock still thick and slick with my juices. My breath hitched as he took my breasts in his hands, pushing them together before sliding himself between them. Slowly. Deliberately. "Fuck..." he groaned, watching the way my breasts pressed around his cock as he started to move. In. Out. His hips rocked forward, his cock sliding between my breasts as a deep groan escaped him, his head tipping back, thrusting slowly between my tits, his hands holding them tight around him. A low, guttural sound left his throat before he looked down at me again. "Just like I imagined," he muttered. "I'm gonna cum on your tits, Janny." "Yes... please," I whispered, my voice shaky as I watched him unravel. His movements grew faster, more erratic, his control slipping as he chased his release. "Fuck—“ He stilled, his body tensing as he came, spilling warm over my chest, his breath coming out in sharp, uneven bursts. "Good God, Janice.." he groaned, finishing, his head dropping forward slightly. For a moment, neither of us moved. Just the sound of our breathing. "You're so fucking beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice rough, still breathless. "I already wanna fuck you again." I smiled, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. He leaned down and kissed me, slower this time. I kissed him back. "Come on," he muttered softly against my lips. "We should clean you up before Hayden gets back." Reality crept in. "You know what he's gonna do if he finds out," Jake added, his tone quieter now. "This has to stay between us." Our little secret. “Sure,” I said, even though my heart was pounding hard against my chest. Jake pulled away and didn't give me time to recover before lifting me into his arms, carrying me bridal style toward the bathroom. I barely caught my breath before he turned on the shower. Warm water poured over us, washing away sweat and everything we'd just done—but somehow making it feel even more intense. He kissed me under the stream, slow this time, deep, like he was finally taking his time after all that chaos. Then he dropped to his knees. Like he wasn't done with me yet. His mouth found me again, and the way he ate me... like a man starved... made my legs tremble all over again I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured me, his tongue working me over with a hunger that made my knees weak all over again. It didn't stop there. He stood, pushed me back against the tiled wall, lifting me easily as my legs wrapped around his waist. And then he was inside me again. Deep. Slow. Before picking up speed, driving into me like he couldn't stand being apart from me for even a second. Water ran down our bodies as we moved together, my back pressed to the wall, his hands gripping me tight, holding me in place as he took what he wanted. His hands gripped me tight, holding me in place as he lost himself in me all over again. It was messy. Intense. Completely addictive. And I didn't want it to stop. That night should've been the end of it. It wasn't. It became our thing. A secret we kept going back to every chance we got. Whenever I needed him—I told my parents I was going to visit Hayden. And they never questioned it. Jake was always there. Always ready. Always waiting. And just like that, I became the girl who couldn't stay away from her brother's best friend. Not because I had to. But because I didn't want to. *** Enjoying this so far? Don’t be shy… tell me what you think. Your comments and reviews keep these stories coming—and trust me, it only gets more forbidden from here. 😈“Take off your top.” The command came low. Firm. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the fabric over my head, letting it fall to the floor, my chest rising and falling as his eyes took me in slowly. Damien moved with calm precision, removing his jacket and setting it aside neatly—like he wasn’t about to ruin me. Then his tie came off. And before I could react— He stepped behind me. The silk wrapped around my wrists, pulling them together behind my back. Securing me. Trapping me. A sharp breath left my lips. He tightened it just enough. Not painful. But enough to remind me I wasn’t in control anymore. His hands moved to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing more of his chest with each movement. “On your knees, baby.” My body responded instantly. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my breath catching as I watched him undo his pants. His cock sprang free—hard, thick, already leaking. I licked my lips unconsciously. Needing it. W
Slowly, I pulled the toy out of me and turned around. And there he was. Damien. Standing by my open bedroom door. Watching me. His grey eyes were dark—heavy with something that made my breath catch instantly. “W–what…” I stuttered, my legs snapping shut instinctively, the toy still in my hand. “How the fuck did you get in here?” He didn’t answer immediately. Just kept staring. Like he couldn’t look away. “Don’t stop,” he said finally, his voice low. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Please… don’t stop because I’m here,” he added, his tone dropping even further. “I heard you moaning my name.” My stomach tightened. “Let me watch you.” He moved closer to the bed, slow, controlled, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Spread those beautiful legs for me, Camilla,” he whispered. My breath hitched. And just like that— I obeyed. Slowly, deliberately, I parted my legs for him again. His gaze dropped instantly. Hungry. Focused. He slipped his han
“This can’t happen again, Camilla.” Is he serious? He had just used my mouth—roughly, unapologetically—and now he was standing there telling me it couldn’t happen again? Why? “Why, Damien?” I stepped closer, grabbing his tux jacket. “I thought you liked it.” He let out a breath and gently removed my hands, holding them away from him. “Your father is my friend. You know that,” he said. “This is wrong.” “Wrong?” I laughed, sharp and disbelieving. “You just fucked my mouth. Your best friend’s daughter, in case you’ve forgotten. And you enjoyed it. You were moaning.” “Stop it,” he snapped, his voice tightening. “Camilla, stop. That was wrong. You’re my best friend’s daughter, and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you.” “Advantage?” I echoed, laughing again. “You think that’s what that was?” “Listen,” he said, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “You’re a beautiful young woman. I admire you. But this can’t work. You know that. If your father finds out—” “I do
I was eighteen when I discovered I had the hots for Damien Brock—my father’s best friend. A man I’d always called uncle. He was my dad’s best friend, his business partner, and practically family. And now, he was turning forty. As I checked my reflection in the mirror, I smiled in satisfaction. Tonight’s mission? To make Damien notice me. Every night when I closed my eyes, he found his way into my dreams—those grey eyes, those long fingers, touching me in ways that left me breathless even after I woke up. I knew it was wrong. Improper. But that didn’t stop me. When I was alone, I let myself imagine it—his hands all over my body, gripping my hips, his face buried between my legs. A fantasy I wanted to make real. I slipped into my red, sleeveless dress, the fabric hugging every curve. Red was Damien’s favorite color. And yes—I knew that for a reason. I’d asked around. Paid attention. Listened. Every woman who’d been with him said the same thing. He noticed red. Tonight,
He groaned, low and rough, curses slipping past his lips as his hips rolled, pushing deeper into my mouth. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat. Breathing became difficult, but I didn’t pull away. I took him, relaxing around him, letting him move, letting him use my mouth the way he wanted. That only seemed to push him further. “Fuck…” he muttered. Then suddenly, he pulled out. I gasped softly, catching my breath as I looked up at him—my makeup already smudged, my lips swollen. He smiled down at me. Dark. Satisfied. “Get up,” he said. “Bend over the desk.” The command sent a shiver through me. I stood immediately, pushing my dress up as I bent over his desk, my hands braced against it. I barely had a second— Before his fingers were inside me. I bit my lip, pressing my chest against the surface as he pushed deeper. “You’re so tight,” he groaned behind me. His fingers moved faster, curling just right, hitting that spot that made my knees weaken instantly. My
I had never felt this confident before. Confident that the man I couldn’t stop thinking about… wanted me just as much as I wanted him. That thought alone changed everything. The following week, I took my time getting ready for class. I always looked good—but this time, I wanted to look better. Deliberately. I slipped into a tight dress that hugged every curve, curled my hair, and added just enough makeup to enhance what was already there. Grabbing my bag and jacket, I took one last look at myself before leaving my dorm. Anyone who knew me would’ve known something was different. I didn’t dress like this unless I was going out. But today wasn’t just any day. Today… I was done imagining. — I got to class early. For one reason. The front row. I wanted him to see me clearly. No distractions. No distance. And just like I’d hoped, the seats were empty. Perfect. I sat down, pulled out my earphones, and plugged them in—not because I wanted music, but because it kept people fr







