เข้าสู่ระบบAnabel woke to the ache between her legs. Her thighs felt heavy. Every shift of the sheets sent a dull throb through her pussy and ass. Last night still lived on her skin…marks from hands, the faint sting where mouths had touched. She stayed still for a long minute, staring at the ceiling. A knock sounded on the door. She did not answer. Or maybe she was lost in thought and couldn’t hear the knock on her door. Her fingers moved to her pussy, rubbing it slowly, while picturing the bodyguards. The handle turned. The six bodyguards walked in without waiting for her to respond. Sam first, then Kane, Don, Chris, John, and George. They closed the door behind them. The lock clicked. Anabel pushed herself up on her elbows. The sheet slipped down to her waist. She was surprised to see them again inside her room. “I didn’t say come in.” Sam’s eyes moved over her bare shoulders. “We know… we thought you wanted us to come in.” Kane stepped closer to the bed. “How do you feel?” “Good,” she
The bathroom door was half open. Six muscular men in dark suits kept their posts in front of the president’s room the way they always did. Their orders had been clear. Stay close to my wife. Never forget who she was. And no relatives were allowed while I was away. Anabel’s voice cut through the quiet. “Help! George! Sam! Somebody help me!” Sam moved first. The others followed without a word. Their boots hit hard on the tiles like some giants. The bathroom light was on. Water ran over the edge of the tub. Anabel lay on the floor, naked, one leg bent under her. Soap still clung to her skin. She looked up at them, breathing fast. “Ma’am,” Kane said. “Are you hurt anywhere?” “My ankle…” Kane knelt on one leg. Don passed him the spray. He rinsed her body, unbothered by how his fingers were brushing her nipples. Anabel’s breath changed the moment she felt his hand on her folds. The other five men stayed gallant. “Don’t try to stand,” Kane said. He slid an arm under her back and ano
Elena. My heart hammered against my rib. One mind was telling me to run for my life and the other was telling me to stay. “No… I mean,” my voice broke. My eyes were glued to his giant cock. “I mean… Shit… I’m gonna take it.” “There’s still time, baby, you can leave if you want to.” “No, I can.” His hands found my hips. He pulled me to the edge of the desk so I was facing him. He guided his giant cock with his hand, the head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and bare and ready. My heart wouldn’t stop rising and falling. He paused. His eyes met mine. “Last chance.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Don’t you dare… I said I can take it.” He pushed inside me, just a quarter of his cock was inside, but it felt like I was feeling him in the back of my throat. The stretch was glorious, a fullness that made me gasp. He filled me inch by inch, watching my face, his jaw tight with the e
Elena. He didn’t waste time asking any more questions or saying any more words. He grabbed my big ass, dragged my back against him till there was no space between the two of us. His mouth located the crease just behind my ear, sending hot breath over the tender area. “You have no idea,” he said, and his voice had changed, darker now, rougher, stripped of pretense, “how long I’ve wanted to touch you, to shove my fingers in your little holes, to suck on those two candies.” My knees went weak. I leaned into him, let him take my weight, felt his arms wrap around my waist, and held me upright. “Let’s see what you have, stepdad.” I could feel the pressure of his lips on the curve of my neck; his mouth open, wet, hot, my head tilted back on his shoulder, presenting my throat to him like some damn offering box. He took it without wasting any time. And finally - finally! I was getting my dream man; my mother’s husband. My stepfather. He trailed his mouth down my throat, tasting
Elena My fingers trembled around the brush handle, the sable strands drifting inches from the canvas where a woman’s face waited to emerge from shadow. “Your grip.” Julian’s voice came from behind me. “You’re holding it like it might bite.” My throat tightened. “How else do you expect me to hold it?” His hand found mine before I could finish the sentence. Calloused fingers curled around my knuckles, rough, warm. The brush dipped, touched canvas, and a line of burnt umber followed the curve of a jaw I hadn’t known was there. “Like this,” he said. His voice was low and dark. “You don't need to hold it like you two are fighting.” My skin prickled where he had touched me. His chest pressed against my back through my clothes; it was solid and warm. I could feel the shape of him…lean and corded, a man who had spent years leaning over restoration tables, coaxing dead paintings back to life. I should have just stepped away and walked the hell out of there. The thought arrived flawless
AliceThe ache between my legs still burned when I walked downstairs.Every step reminded me how deep Dominic had taken me in the neighbor’s backyard last evening. My asshole was swollen, and the simple friction of my thighs rubbing together made me wet all over again.I carried the textbook against my chest. Dominic sat on the couch in the sitting room wearing only boxers. The soft light from the bulb caught the hard lines of his chest and stomach. His legs were spread, one arm stretched along the back of the couch. He looked up the second my bare feet hit the bottom step.“I want to start the lesson today,” I said.His eyes dropped to the book, then back to my face. “Come here, angel.”I walked straight to him and sat on his lap, straddling one of his thighs. The textbook rested between us for half a second before I shifted forward and pressed my bare pussy against the thick cock that was already growing under the thin fabric of his boxers. I rolled my hips just enough to feel him t







