ANMELDEN“Ohh, fuck, I want to feel that sweet pussy come all over my cock.” He rears up and places me so his cock is still inside me and my butt on his thigh. I watch, unable to do or say anything as he strokes through my slut. He’s teasing my clit, and even though it wasn't long enough, I felt pleasure and was about to cum in a jiffy. I moaned once more, and finally I cum, I could feel the pleasure rising inside me. I want this, I want to come more so hard and so badly. He kept pounding inside me harder, and each stroke builds my arousal until I can't stand it anymore, and I finally cum again, hard, it tears a scream from my lips. “Yeah, that feels so good.” as he keeps on stroking my clit, speaking dirty words that echo off the walls. I never knew I could feel like this, and it's driving my needs higher. “There was no comedown from him as he held my hips and let's go all restraint. He pounds inside me, fucking me harder than before. I wrap my legs around his waist, his lips cl
The command he stripped was an order, and his voice was rough and demanding, and it was getting under my skin. But I forced myself to ignore the irritation. I had a job to do, and the job was to bring in money for my brother’s hospital bills. “Stand up.” I moved immediately, my knees slightly shaky. I wasn’t exactly a runway model, but I was hoping he saw something worth the ten grand. He walked toward me, his presence overwhelming. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. The blue depths were intense, scrutinizing, and for a second, I saw something other than just a buyer in there. “There it is,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “That fire I saw earlier. I like that.” His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tracing the outline before pressing firmly against it. I kept my mouth shut, clenching my teeth, refusing to make it easy for him. “So you want to have that orgasm of yours taken away from you? You want to be fucked by a real man?” His voice dropped an
It was hands down the craziest scheme I’d ever concocted, but honestly? It wasn’t exactly the most original idea in the world. The concept of young women selling their virginity isn't exactly breaking news, yet here I was, ready to jump off the deep end anyway. "Not really." "I’m twenty-two years old," I told him. "So technically, I have the right to decide what I do with my life." I had dropped out of college because the reality of the situation hit me like a freight train: money was needed for my younger brother. He was sick. Our parents were gone, leaving me alone to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. We had been living with our uncle, but his wife never made us feel like family. The final straw came when she threw us out into the street. "I love my brother more than anything," I confessed, the guilt gnawing at me. "And I won't lie about it. The guilt eats me alive because I can't provide for him. I have to work hard." I pushed those heavy thoughts aside and f
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the windowpane, now reduced to a gentle lullaby. For a few minutes, as the adrenaline of the moment began to fade, I thought they had finally succumbed to exhaustion. I shifted slightly, testing the mattress for comfort, and turned my head slowly to glance at Michael. The candlelight flickered across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the softness of his lashes as he slept. He looked so peaceful, innocent even, in the way only someone who trusts implicitly can look. Then, I shifted my gaze to his side of the bed, where Divine was lying. His eyes were open. He was watching me, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. I froze for a second, then turned to meet Michael’s gaze. He was watching me too, his dark eyes reflecting the fire that still burned within him. I shifted again, turning my face toward Michael, and he didn't hesitate. His lips found mine, the kiss
I watched as Divine took off his shirt in one smooth, fluid motion, and the sight of his torso sent a fresh rush of heat through my veins. His body was lean and muscular, with defined abs that glistened slightly in the dim light. I had seen him without a shirt before, of course, but today, the air felt different, charged with a tension that made his skin look even more tantalizingly desirable. Michael pulled his finger from my mouth and followed his suit, his shirt joining the pile of discarded fabric on the floor. He was broader, more cut than Divine, the result of years of rigorous training that made his physique look like a work of art carved from stone.Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were both staring at me, their eyes dark and hungry. It was a look that stripped away any remaining hesitation I had. I felt completely exposed, yet utterly owned.Michael reached for his belt, his movements deliberate and slow. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said, his voice drop
Michael moved closer to the couch again, his presence undeniable and magnetic. His knees nudged mine apart, opening me up just wide enough that a cool draft of air kissed the damp heat between my legs. It was a sensation that shot straight through me, making my thighs tremble. His hand came up, large and warm, to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. His fingers were so rough, just a little bit calloused from who knows what, and they sent shivers down my spine. I felt a sudden, desperate need for more, a hunger that went beyond simple curiosity. "Are you sure about this, Emma?" he asked, his voice dropping to a rough, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate right through me. He was asking because he knew once we started, I didn't think any of them would be gentle with me. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I had spent years convincing myself, repressing these wants, pretending I was fine with just friends. But I was here, in this moment, with the two men I had wante







