MasukKaitlyn I left the door unlocked and went straight to the bathroom when I got home. I turned the water on hot and stepped under the spray without waiting for it to fully warm. Steam filled the small space. I stood with my hands against the tile and let the water run down my back while I listened for the front door. It opened at 8:01. I heard the lock turn. Footsteps moved through the apartment and then the bathroom door pushed wider. Byron stepped into the steamy room already unbuttoning his shirt. He watched me through the glass while he stripped. Jacket. Shirt. Belt. Trousers. When he was naked his cock was already hard, hanging heavy between his legs as he opened the shower door and stepped in behind me. The hot water hit his shoulders. He pressed against my back, cock sliding along the cleft of my ass, and reached around to cup my breasts. His fingers found my nipples and pinched them firmly while his mouth settled against the side of my neck. “You listened,” he said against m
Kaitlyn The text came at 7:48 the next evening. On my way. Door unlocked. I want you on your hands and knees on the bed when I walk in. I read it once and felt the immediate drop of heat between my legs. I stripped, left the clothes on the chair, and got into position on the mattress. Knees spread. Chest down. Ass up. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of my own breathing. I stayed like that until I heard the front door open and close and the lock turn. His footsteps moved down the hallway. He stopped in the doorway behind me. I did not look back. The silence stretched while he looked at me presented on the bed for him. Then I heard the soft sounds of him removing his jacket and loosening his tie. He walked over. A warm hand settled on the small of my back and slid up my spine to the base of my neck. His other hand gripped my hip. The thick head of his cock dragged through my folds, already wet and ready. He rubbed himself up and down, coating the tip, and then pushed i
Kaitlyn I left the door unlocked again when I went downstairs the next morning. Byron’s car was already waiting at the curb. I got in and closed the passenger door. He pulled into traffic without comment. The silence lasted three blocks before his hand settled on my thigh, higher than the day before. “You’re walking easier,” he said. “I’m fine.” His fingers pressed once against the inner seam of my pants. “Still sore?” Heat crawled up my neck. I kept my eyes on the road. “A little.” “Good.” He left his hand there for the rest of the drive, thumb moving in slow, absent strokes that made concentration difficult. When he parked in the garage he did not immediately remove it. “I have a late meeting,” he said. “I will be at your place at eight. Door unlocked. I want you naked when I walk in.” The instruction landed low in my stomach and turned into immediate heat. I nodded once because speech felt unreliable. He released my thigh and got out of the car. I followed on slightly unste
Kaitlyn I woke up sore between my legs and sticky along my inner thighs. The sheets still held the smell of sex and the faint trace of his cologne. For a long minute I stared at the ceiling and let the full weight of the previous night settle. Byron had walked into my apartment, ignored every refusal, and fucked me until I came three times. Then he had left with the calm instruction that he would drive me to work. My phone lit up on the nightstand while I was still lying there. Be ready at 8:15. Door unlocked. I read the message twice. The rational part of my mind listed every reason to reply with a hard no and take the bus. Instead I got up, showered, and dressed for the office. I left the door unlocked when I went downstairs to wait. His car pulled up at exactly 8:15. I opened the passenger door and got in. The interior smelled like leather and the same cologne that had been on my sheets. Byron glanced at me once as I fastened the seatbelt. “Morning.” “Morning.” He pulled in
Kaitlyn The kiss deepened until my back hit the wall of the entryway. Byron’s body pressed fully against mine. One hand stayed at the side of my neck. The other slid down and gripped my ass through my skirt, pulling my hips against the hard line of his cock. I made a sound into his mouth that started as protest and turned into something else halfway through. He broke the kiss just enough to speak against my lips. “Bedroom.” “This is a mistake.” “I know.” He kissed me again, harder. “Show me where it is.” My hands were still twisted in the front of his shirt. I should have pushed him back. Instead I moved down the short hallway with him following close enough that his chest stayed against my back. The bedroom door stood open. He walked me through it and turned me around the second we cleared the threshold. His hands went to the buttons of my blouse. I grabbed his wrists. “Byron. Stop.” He looked at me while he waited. His breathing was steady but deeper than before. The restra
Kaitlyn The office had mostly emptied by the time I finished the last of the reports. The overhead lights in the hallway were already dimmed. My car sat in the far end of the parking garage with a dead battery and a note on the windshield I had ignored for two days. I stood by the elevators with my bag over my shoulder and my phone in my hand, scrolling through rideshare options that all said fifteen to twenty minutes. Byron came around the corner carrying his jacket over one arm. He worked on the executive floor. Everyone knew who he was. Married to the woman who signed off on half the contracts in the building. He slowed when he saw me. “You look stuck,” he said. “Battery died. I’m trying to get a car.” He glanced at the phone in my hand and then at the empty hallway behind me. “I’m heading out. I can drop you.” I hesitated. Accepting a ride from the boss’s husband felt like stepping over a line I usually stayed behind. The garage was quiet. The alternative was standing there
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le







