MasukTwo days later, a different couple sat in Dr. Stone's office.Sophia, twenty-six, sat nervously beside her fiancé Marcus, twenty-eight. They'd been together four years and were getting married in six months."We want to try anal," Sophia explained, her cheeks pink. "But we don't know how. And I'm... scared it will hurt.""It will hurt if done incorrectly," Dr. Stone said matter-of-factly. "Which is why you're here. Marcus, same arrangement as I explained on the phone. You'll observe while I demonstrate proper technique with Sophia."Marcus nodded, his jaw tight. He'd agreed to this, but now that they were here, he wasn't sure how he'd handle watching another man touch his fiancée."Sophia, undress and position yourself on the couch. On your hands and knees."She obeyed with shaking hands, and soon she was naked, ass in the air, completely vulnerable.Dr. Stone moved behind her, and Marcus sat in the observation chair, his fists clenched."Anal requires three things," Dr. Stone began,
"So, Maya, you're telling me you've never had an orgasm with Jason?"Dr. Adrian Stone sat in his leather chair, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional sex therapist his credentials claimed. Across from him on the therapy couch sat Maya, twenty-four years old and visibly uncomfortable, with her boyfriend Jason fidgeting beside her."Never," Maya admitted quietly. "I mean, I've faked it. But I've never actually...""And you, Jason?" Dr. Stone's sharp blue eyes fixed on the young man. "Do you understand female anatomy? The clitoris, the G-spot, the importance of foreplay?"Jason's face reddened. "I mean, I try, but I guess I don't really know what I'm doing.""That's why you're here." Dr. Stone stood, and his presence immediately dominated the room. At six-foot-three with broad shoulders and an air of absolute authority, he commanded attention. "My therapeutic method is unconventional, but it's effective. I don't just tell you how to pleasure your par
"This is the shot," Mark said, his voice awed. "This is perfect. Do it."They did it.Both men pushed forward simultaneously....Dante entering her ass while Marcus filled her pussy....and Jessica screamed.The stretch was impossible. Overwhelming. Two fifteen-inch cocks, both buried inside her, separated only by a thin wall of tissue. She was fuller than she'd ever been in her life, fuller than should be humanly possible, and they weren't even moving yet."Breathe," Dante commanded in her ear. "Breathe through it."Jessica tried, but then they started to thrust.Synchronized. Brutal. Relentless.They pounded into her suspended body....one cock slamming into her pussy while the other destroyed her ass—and Jessica couldn't do anything except take it. Her feet couldn't touch the ground. Her hands clutched at their shoulders. She was completely airborne, completely helpless, completely impaled on two massive cocks that filled every inch of her."MARK!" she screamed, tears streaming down h
One week.Jessica had counted every single hour of the seven days since Dante had fucked her in front of her husband. She'd barely been able to think about anything else...the size of him, the way he'd claimed her, the brutal pleasure that had ruined her for anyone else.Mark knew. Of course Mark knew. He'd seen the way she touched herself every night, whispering Dante's name. He'd watched her check the window obsessively on Thursday, waiting for the gardener to arrive.And when Dante finally walked through the gate at precisely 2 PM, he wasn't alone."Mr. Richardson," Dante called out with that confident smile. "This is my friend Marcus. Thought I could use some help with the lawn today. Hope that's okay."Marcus was a revelation. Taller than Dante by an inch, broader through the shoulders, with the same dark skin gleaming with sweat and muscle that made Jessica's mouth go dry. Where Dante's energy was confident and predatory, Marcus radiated something darker....something more brutal
She scrambled onto the bed, her heart pounding, and he stood at the edge watching her with dark, hungry eyes."Take off your shorts."She obeyed, shoving them down along with her panties, and his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs."Spread your legs. Show me."She did, and the sound he made was almost feral."You're fucking soaked." He reached out, dragged two fingers through her folds, and she gasped. "All this for me?""Yes....""Good girl." He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucked them clean, and her pussy clenched at the sight. "You taste even better than I imagined."Before she could respond, he was on her. His hands gripped her hips, and he buried his face between her legs from behind, his tongue dragging through her pussy in one long, devastating stroke.She cried out, her elbows nearly buckling."Stay up." His voice was muffled against her. "I want to see you fall apart."He ate her like a man starving. No finesse, no teasing—just raw, relentless hunger. His tongue circ
Mara Hastings had wanted Jude Brennan since the first time Cassie brought him home sophomore year.She'd been sprawled on the couch in their shared apartment, chemistry textbook open on her lap, when he'd walked in....all six-foot-three of him, dark eyes, that infuriating smirk, leather jacket slung over one shoulder. He'd looked at her like she was furniture. Nodded once. "You must be the roommate."That was three years ago.She'd watched him come and go for eighteen months while he dated Cassie. Watched him cook breakfast shirtless in their kitchen, all lean muscle and ink crawling up his ribs. Watched him kiss Cassie against the doorframe before he left for his shift at the bar. Watched him exist in her space like he had every right to be there, untouchable and completely off-limits.And then six months ago, Cassie had dumped him.Something about him being "emotionally unavailable" and "refusing to commit." Mara had made the appropriate sympathetic noises while her roommate cried,







