MasukThen a knock came hard and deliberate against the wood.My heart slammed so violently I felt it in my throat. I sat up fast, still naked, thighs sticky, the sheets damp beneath me.“Who is it?” My voice came out thinner than I wanted.“Craig.”Just one word. Low amd certain. My chest dropped at the voice, fingers trembled. The second knock followed immediately, sharper this time.I scrambled off the bed on shaking legs. My dress was still in a heap on the floor. I snatched it up, yanked it over my head without bothering with anything underneath, and smoothed it down with trembling hands. The fabric clung to the wetness still coating my inner thighs. I crossed the room, unlocked the door, and pulled it open.Craig stood there shirtless.Broad chest, the kind of solid muscle that came from years of real work instead of a gym, silver hair dusting his pecs and trailing down the hard plane of his stomach. In one hand he held a glass of the pale green smoothie Elaine had made. In the other,
Marcus’s eyes narrowed the second he sat back down. He reached across the table and brushed his knuckles against my cheek.“Babe, you’re flushed. You okay?”The heat in my face had nothing to do with the wine and everything to do with the soaked lace currently folded in his father’s pocket. My bare cunt was still pressed to the chair, slick and throbbing, every small shift of my hips making me feel how empty I was.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a soft smile. “Just tired. I think I need to sleep.”He nodded, already standing. “If you’re done, I’ll walk you up. You can rest before dessert.”I rose on unsteady legs. The dress clung to the damp insides of my thighs. Craig’s gaze followed me the entire time—heavy, knowing, and proprietary. I could still feel the ghost of his mouth on my panties, the way he had sucked the wet fabric like he was tasting me all over again.We were almost at the doorway when Craig’s voice cut through the room, calm and casual.“Marcus. The new Tesla you
I watched Elaine rise from the table with a soft excuse about blending a post-dinner smoothie for her “evening wind-down.” She leaned over Craig’s chair like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand rested on his shoulder. Then she kissed him.It wasn’t a quick peck. It was slow, open-mouthed, the kind of kiss that made soft wet sounds in the quiet dining room. Her tongue slid against his. I saw the tip of it. I saw the way his mouth opened for her, the way his hand came up to cup the side of her face like he still wanted her. The same mouth that had once been buried between my thighs. The same tongue that had licked my clit until I shook and soaked his chin. Those lips were on hers now—soft, married, familiar.She pulled back, smiled at him, then turned that same warm, genuine smile on me. “You two keep talking. I won’t be long.”I smiled back. My cheeks ached with the effort. Inside, something sharp and ugly twisted. Jealousy. Hot and immediate. Those lips had sucked my
He stood, pulled me up, turned me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. One hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down. The other guided his cock to my entrance. He rubbed the thick head up and down through my folds, coating himself, then pushed in.The stretch was immediate and intense. He was thick enough that the first few inches made me gasp and dig my nails into the leather. He didn’t stop. He sank in steadily until his hips met my ass and I was full—completely, almost too much. My cunt clenched around him automatically. He stayed buried for a second, breathing hard, then pulled back and drove in again.Hard.The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room. He fucked me with long, powerful strokes that forced air out of my lungs every time. One hand stayed on my hip, the other reached around to rub my clit in tight circles. I was so wet the slap of his cock was loud and filthy. My tits swung with every thrust. I pushed back to meet him, chasing the frictio
I sat at the long mahogany table in Craig’s dining room with my thighs pressed together so hard my muscles ached. The crystal glasses caught the low light. The roast smelled rich. My fiancé, Marcus, was talking about some deal at work, his hand resting casually on my knee under the table. His mother, Elaine, was asking about the wedding colors. And across from me sat Craig—tall, broad-shouldered, silver at the temples, the same heavy-lidded eyes that had once watched me like I was the only thing in the room worth looking at.He didn’t recognize me.Two years ago I was on stage at Velvet Room under the name “Sable.” He was the regular who always took the private booth, the one who tipped in hundreds and never rushed. Tonight he was just Marcus’s father, pouring red wine and smiling at me like I was the nice girl his son was going to marry.I should have been relieved. Instead, heat crawled up the back of my neck and settled low in my belly. My cunt was already wet. The memory hit me mi
The words made me clench. He groaned at the taste, then dove in like he’d been waiting years for this. Tongue circling my clit, then dipping inside me, fucking me with it while his thumb pressed firm circles over the swollen bud. I writhed, hips bucking, trying to get more. He pinned me harder, growling against my pussy.“Stay still or I stop.”I forced myself to obey, thighs quivering. He rewarded me by sucking my clit hard, two fingers sliding deep, curling against that spot that made white sparks burst behind my eyes. I was close—dangerously close—already.“Please,” I whimpered against his palm. “Daniel—please—”He pulled back just enough to speak. “You come when I say.”Then he went back to work, relentless. Fingers pumping, tongue flicking, until I was sobbing silently, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. My whole body was strung tight, right on the edge.“Now,” he ordered, voice muffled against me. “Come on my tongue.”I shattered.The orgasm ripped through me like lightn







