Arya's POV.I can't do much but be a warm wet hole for him to fuck with how fast and rough his is. He was going in so fast that the slaps of his balls are starting to hurt a little. I moaned thinking about how good it's gonna feel having his cum pump down my throat."Fuck, your mouth feels so incredible!!! You you are my fucking slut." Lucas growled insanely as he pumped in and out of me with rough movements.He let out a loud growl as he shoved in as deep as he could, thrusting his whole length in for the final time before I start to feel his cock swell in my mouth and hot cum hit the back of my throat. He moved the smallest amount back and forth as he had his cock buried in my face. His cock and balls rippling and twitching as he unloaded in my face.After a few strong pumps of cum i realized if I don't start to swallow it's gonna start bubbling up my nose or drip down in my lungs. I tried to swallow the cum as quickly as it is pumped in me but there is so much flowing into me that
Arya's POV."There you go." He released my face and gave two gentle taps on my boobs.His large hands caressed my curves as they moved down my sides, finally settling on my ass. Those same hands my her ass cheeks as he leaned down to kiss me, hungrily, passionately. I returned the kiss, my tongue flicking against his.He pressed up against me, leaning into me so I had to back up against the cool tile wall. Moaning, I arched my back, my nipples, rock hard, were pressing into him as my nails pressed into his skin. His hands leisurely skimmed back up my body. He took a step back to gaze at me, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of his lips.I bit my lip, looking away, I always got anxious when he looked at me this way, sometimes not understanding what he saw in me. He makes me feel so fucking sexy every time he looked at me like that, and that was why I had decided to match up to his energy. "Look at me, babydoll, I want to see your eyes," he directed. His hands were on my breasts,
Arya's POV.The morning sun peeked through the curtains, hitting directly on my face, probbing me to flicker my eyes open.I stretched lazily on the bed, my body still buzzing with excitement from last night’s escapade, my heart fluttered just thinking about it.Lucas has finally succeeded in turning me into something I absolutely do not recognize whenever I'm in the mood, it felt like we were on a fucking spree. We could literally have sex anywhere, and I loved every bit of it. I love the different ways we do it.It could be a slow romantic love making, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.It could be the roughest hardcore fucking, with Lucas forcing his entire length into my mouth, and pounding me like a desperate animal, and surprisingly, I love when he treats me like that, like his slut. However, it all revolves around the fact that we loved each other so much and we are comfortable enough to do these things. I couldn't have asked for a better man.Sometimes I couldn
Arya's POV.I found my way back into the room, my heart pounding against my chest. I really tried not to bother about it, but how could I not? Martin seemed pretty determined. I needed to speak to Lucas, he is the only one capable of taming him. Almost immediately the sound of my phone ringing broke through the air and I quickly picked it from the bed. My eyes lit up in excitement as I realized it was Lucas calling. He called at the perfect time, now I can speak to him about Martin before it skips my head. I quickly clicked on the receive button and placed the phone over my ear. "Lucas, I have to talk to you about....""Babydoll." His cold voice suddenly sounded through the phone, I could recognize that tone even in my sleep. He was turned on. But at work? How?At this point, it was obvious I can't raise the discussion that I wanted. Lucas has a huge charm on me. Just hearing his cold voice alone over the phone sent warm shivers down my spine. No, Arya, snap out of it and te
Arya's POV.The hours drew by fast, and for my advantage. I really wanted to sun to fall so Lucas could return home to me. My heart pounded in excitement and anticipation as I stood before the full length mirror, taking in my own reflection.Lucas will be here soon. I wanted everything to be perfect for his return. Not because I needed to impress him.Lucas had made it clear time and time again that he was already captivated by me. But tonight, I wanted to take his breath away. I wanted to leave him utterly speechless.The red lingerie I had picked out for the night hugged my curves like a second skin. The lace was sheer, almost scandalously so, revealing the delicate swell of my breasts and the smooth expanse of my stomach. The silk straps traced along my shoulders, teasingly thin, while the intricate floral designs barely covered what they needed to. The matching thong sat high on my hips, emphasizing the dip of my waist and the curve of my backside.I turned slightly, observing m
Arya's POV. Slowly Lucas circled behind me as I tried to remain still and keep my lowered eyes on him, highly anticipating what he was up to. When he moved behind me, he placed his strong hands on my narrowed shoulders, and I felt his hot breath on my neck."Lean forward and grip the edge of the bed," he whispered into my ear, his hands easing me forward, encouraging to bend at the waist."Huh?" I raised a brow in confusion as I wondered what he was driving at.Lucas ignored my confusion, as he guided me forward until gravity and balance forced me to reach out and grip the edge of the bed as instructed. He ran a hand down my back as he moved to my left, taking in the feel of my petite frame until his hand slid down over tiny fabric of the lingerie and gave my ass a squeeze."Did you wear this purposely to disobey me because you wanted to be punished?" He asked as his hand lingered on my sensitive skin. I let out a little moan. "Yes,""mhmm." He mumbled, just as he pushed two finge
Arya’s POV.I followed Lucas out of the room, his hand firmly holding mine as he led me down the hallway. I was still very much naked, but thankfully, it was nighttime already and the houseworkers had all left. My heart pounded against my ribs in a rhythmic, almost deafening beat. There was something about the way he walked... slow, calculated, powerful. Like a predator leading its prey into the depths of the unknown. And yet, I wasn't afraid. If anything, I was electrified. The air felt charged, twirling with an energy that made my skin prickle.I really couldn't wait to see what he wanted to show me.We stopped in front of a door, different from all the others in the mansion. Unlike the sleek, modern aesthetic that adorned the rest of the house, this door was heavy, antique, almost gothic with its dark wood and intricate carvings. A silver handle gleamed under the soft glow of the hallway lights.Lucas turned to me, his lips curving into that sinful smirk that always left me breat
Arya's POV.I heard Lucas take a few steps back. A noise indicated he picked something up. He came closer, closer still until I could sense his warm breath on my shoulder, and I could smell him. I felt my nipples harden again, and, oh god, my pussy tingle. I was totally unprepared for the senses that engulfed me, and they hit me like a thunderstorm.I sighed deeply. Lucas's lips were now on my chest. He slowly licked my skin, going down between my breasts. His touch ever so lightly, tickling, teasing. With a finger he followed the curve of my breast, carefully as he started rubbing it.My mind formed an image of how this would look. Lucas with his head near my chest, his hand almost on my breast, his finger rubbing my nipple.Then I felt his hands on them, softly squeezing them. His caresses made me feel good; my arousal was growing. With a deep sigh, I let this wonderful feeling sink in to me. Being tied up now helped kind of surrendering to his touches and enjoying the arousal tha
Hailey's POV I don’t know what pushed me to step outside.Maybe it was the walls closing in again, the repulsive air of my room pressing against my ribs. Or maybe it was the way my mom kept tiptoeing around me, pretending everything was okay when it obviously wasn’t. Either way, something inside me screamed for fresh air.So, I slipped on sneakers, tied my hoodie tighter, and stepped out. No grand plan. No dramatic playlist in my ears. Just me, wandering into a neighborhood I hadn’t bothered to explore yet.The streets here were a different kind of quiet than back home. Clean sidewalks, lined with little trees that looked like they were auditioning for a catalog. Everything was so put together it made me feel even more out of place.I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. Just movement. Just something different.I kept walking until I saw something.A small corner shop with a neon “OPEN” sign buzzing in the window. My stomach grumbled quietly.... I hadn’t eaten anything since ce
Kiara's POV."I have an idea, let's do something different, how about truth or dare?""Okay? Sounds interesting, you go first.""Fine. I dreamt you sat on my face. Pinned me down. Wouldn't let me breathe till you came all over my face. Woke up leaking like a pathetic mess. Couldn't even move." My thighs clenched. The image of him, whatever face I made him out to be, buried between my legs, tongue desperate and greedy, fists clenched fuck. That hit hard."Okay... You won that round. Second, truth or dare?" I sent. "Truth. But you better make it hurt." "What's your biggest kink?"Mental control. Getting someone to cum with just my voice. Just words. No hands. No touching. I love being inside their head. Watching them squirm. Making them beg just by telling them what to feel, exactly what I'm doing with you." My lips parted. My nipples were stiff beneath my shirt already.I was already squirming under my sheets. My panties clung damp between my legs."You... That's fucked up. And so
Hailey's POV. The drive back home felt longer than usual. My head was in a state of chaos and it was all because of him.I couldn’t get his face out of my head.I had only seen him for a second, maybe two, before Mom dragged me out. There was something... familiar about him, even though I’d never seen him before.Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his forehead, just a little too long, or how his eyes, those brief, shadowed eyes, looked calm.Maybe he looked like someone I knew back in California but I really doubt that. I couldn't stop replaying that fleeting moment over and over.Who was he?I didn’t even catch his name. I had been too caught up in my own anxiety. I really wanted to know who he was.I wanted to know why seeing him made my heart stutter like it had forgotten how to beat.I leaned against the car seat, pressing my back against it and letting out a slow breath.What was it about him?Maybe it was the way the world seemed to tilt just slightly when our eyes coll
Hailey’s POV.A week.Seven whole days since we moved.You’d think that might be enough time for me to at least unpack or open the blinds or look around the neighborhood. But no. I stayed in my room like it was a bunker and the rest of the world was at war. The most I did was drag myself to the kitchen for water or snacks, and even that felt like crossing enemy lines.I didn’t care about the house fridge or the stupid backyard with trimmed hedges that looked like they belonged in a brochure.I don't want any of that."Wakey wakeey, sunshine." Aiden's text was the first to wake me up. "Hey." I simply texted him. "Are you still pissed about moving?""Very much so.""C'mon, try to let it go, and enjoy the city." "But I won't be able to see you again." "What made you so sure that I lived in California and you could find me there?" That seemed to strike a bell. "I don't know, I just had a feeling." A knock suddenly came on the door before I could get his next message. “Hailey,” mom
Hailey's POV.The plane had barely landed before I was itching to disappear. Not into a new place or new beginning like everyone kept saying... but to dissolve. Just vanish. Because arriving didn’t feel like an arrival at all.I clutched the strap of my backpack tighter, head down, ignoring everything, my parents. Everything . It all made me sick.The drive from the airport took another eternity. I didn’t care about the clean streets or the fact that the weather here was “nicer.” My chest ached like a balloon filled too tightly, ready to burst with the slightest jab.When we finally pulled up to the new house... big, modern, ugly in its perfection... I didn’t wait for anyone. I grabbed my duffel bag, ignored Dad’s attempt at a half smile, and walked straight in without a word.I stomped up the stairs, turning corners I wasn't used to, passing empty rooms and unfamiliar walls. I picked the room at the end of the hall just because it was farthest away from everyone. It didn’t matter
Hailey’s POV.The rain had started just as we left the house, the kind of rain that blurred everything... buildings, streets, even emotions. It matched the heaviness pressing against my chest as I sat in the back seat of the car, silent, still, and aching in ways I couldn’t yet explain. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.Outside, the familiar streets greeted me. Trees I used to race past on my bike stood tall and wet, their leaves seemed to be whispering silent goodbyes. Mr. Howard’s bookstore with the bell that never worked right, the little coffee shop where Marissa , Liam and I used to cram for tests and gossip over muffins too dry and coffee too bitter. Everything looked softer in the rain, like the city was crying with me.Mom glanced at me through the rearview mirror. She didn’t say anything either. Maybe she saw the tears that had started to slide down my cheeks. Maybe she didn’t. I didn’t bother to wipe them away.This was it. We were really leaving.Dad’s transfer came three w
Third book alert!SEXT PARTNER.Hailey's parents moved to a new city due to job promotion and she transfers to a new school, only to discover that her secret sext partner was the hottest boy in school, and he was dating the hottest girl in school as well. She stood no chance of having him, but what if she was underestimating the intense hold she had over him. Chapter one."You know I'd really love to see you!" His text popped up on my phone just as I plopped down on the bed. "Well, I am not what you call the perfect lady!" I texted immediately. "I highly doubt that." His reply came and I chuckled to myself. Aiden and I bumped into each other in a weird app, exchanged numbers and have been keeping each other's company intimately, since then. We haven't met, neither have we seen each other. Our interaction was strictly over text and I think we are both okay with that. We are both 18 and in 12th grade."We will eventually see each other someday you know." He texted. "Yeah?" "Yes
Chloe's POV. The moment I stepped out of the elevator and into the wide, glass paneled lobby of Hayes’s firm, I felt like I was trespassing on a dangerous ground.I continued to feverishly put one feet after another, my footsteps thumping in sync with the unease curling in my stomach. I hadn't seen Hayes in days. Not since... the party. Not since the bathroom. Not since he found out. My heart clenched at the thought.The receptionist looked up with a warm smile that faltered the second she recognized me.“Um... Miss Chloe. I’m not sure if Mr. Hayes is available”“Please.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat quickly. “Just let him know I’m here. I won’t stay long. I promise.”She hesitated, clearly torn between professional courtesy and the pitiful look on my face. Eventually, she picked up the phone and dialed.A moment passed. Then two.Finally, she looked up at me with an apologetic glance. “He said… he’s busy.”“I’ll wait,” I said stubbornly and sat on the plush leather couc
Hayes's POV.I slowly opened my eyes trying to take in the environment but it posed a big threat, my eyelids were heavy and my head too.I squeezed my eyes back shut and relaxed, I didn't care about my environment anymore, it felt safe and conducive, not even the problems I was dealing with popped up in my head, I felt at peace.I suddenly felt a presence beside me, I assumed it was Chloe, she stirred and laid her head on my chest, snuggling deeper into me, and in turn, I wrapped my arms around her, in the process, I inhaled the scent of her hair and it sent an unexplainable calmness down my spine.It suddenly occurred to me that this is in no way Chloe's scent. And Chloe and I aren't even in a good place right now for her to be sleeping beside me. My nose suddenly caught her scent again, this time, my eyes popped open in shock.And to more shock, it was an unknown lady lying on my chest, looking closely, I suddenly realized that it was the lady from the club last night.What is she