LOGINSweethearts, as we all know, Lucas' roommate's name is Albert and we also have Albert Morrison, the Mafia heir. So to avoid confusion or mistaking them for the same person, I decided to address Albert, Lucas' roommate as "Fred" which is his surname.
~MARCELLA~I really can't wait to spoil Lucas silly.And just like that, the excitement settles into something warm and electric inside me.I'm going shopping with him.God… I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about something so simple.We step out of the house together, fingers still loosely intertwined, like neither of us wants to fully let go.The walk to the garage feels shorter than usual… maybe because I’m hyper-aware of him beside me. Every brush of his arm against mine. Every little glance he steals when he thinks I’m not looking.My heart does that annoying fluttery thing again.Ugh.Get it together, Marcella.We reach the garage, and I stop in front of my car, pulling the keys out of my bag.Then I turn to him.A slow smile spreads across my lips as I extend the keys toward him.“Drive, baby.”He blinks. “What?”I tilt my head, playful. “You heard me. I want to be a passenger princess today.”For a second, he just stares at me like he’s trying
~MARCELLA~I can still feel it.Even as the warmth of the bathroom fades behind us… even as the air in my room brushes against my skin… even as Lucas’ arm wraps securely around me, guiding me forward….I can still feel everything.My body hums.My legs are weak….not just physically, but like something inside me has been completely unraveled and put back together in a different way. My heart won’t stop racing, and every little movement reminds me of what just happened… of how he touched me… how I let him.How I wanted him to.God.My cheeks burn as the memory flashes again….his voice in my ear, his hands on me, the way I completely lost control. I’ve never… ever felt like that before.And the craziest part?I’m not embarrassed.I’m… overwhelmed. Soft. Full. Safe.“Careful,” Lucas murmurs beside me, his voice low and steady as he tightens his hold on my waist.I lean into him instinctively.“I’ve got you.”And I believe him, completely.He helps me slowly towa
~LUCAS~I begin the way she did, by lathering her back. Her body is so soft and smooth and I decided to be very careful with her.I rub her gently, being sure not to give her any pain.Instead of trying a massage like she did, I run my hands up and down her shoulder blades and lower back, until I finally reach the bottom.She is very curvy with her deliciously built hips, and a perfect shaped ass that makes my dick ache just by looking at it.I don't even know what I'm doing, or if I'm doing it right.But I'm trusting my instincts, and the few times I decided to watch porn, I'm hoping I would do just great.Her moans last night told me she enjoyed my dick, but she's also doing part of the work.Now, I want to be in full control, and I just hope I do just fine.I fill my hands with her ass cheeks, hearing her little gasp of surprise as I rub and grip her there.This is where I'll hold her if she's riding me.I can't help thinking as I pictured Marcella straddlin
~MARCELLA~I'm loving this!I'm loving what is happening right now.I'm actually jerking Lucas off in the bath tub.Last night, I wasn't able to feel his thick, long, dick in my hands.But now, I'm making up for last night.I watch, mesmerized, as my hands move over his huge cock. He is so exactly the opposite of Xavier, my ex, that it doesn't feel real. I could have stroked Xavier with my thumb and forefinger…he was really not big. But with Lucas, it takes me both hands and when I get to the thick knot at the base, I can't even wrap all my fingers around it!Thoughts of him licking my pussy starts to fill my head. All the sinful thoughts I have always had every night start to flood my head again.Just the thoughts of him licking my pussy makes an image rise in my mind.I can almost see my Lucas, down on his knees with his face buried between my thighs as his tongue explores me.The mental image remains as I stroke his cock.Lucas is groaning now and I like ho
~LUCAS~The moment I step into the bathroom, everything shifts.The air is warmer in here… thicker somehow. Steam already clings faintly to the mirrors, like the room itself is anticipating what’s about to happen.And then there’s her.Marcella.Still in my arms… still soft against me… still very, very naked.My throat goes dry instantly.I try not to think about it, but I fail.“Lucas…” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, a little breathless, like she’s suddenly aware of everything too.I don’t answer immediately. I just walk us toward the bathtub, my grip tightening slightly as if I’m afraid she might disappear if I loosen it.Carefully, I lower her down into the tub.She settles against the smooth surface, her hair falling over her shoulders, her skin glowing under the soft bathroom light.For a second…I just stand there, looking at her.Completely gone.Completely lost.Marcella tilts her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she notices the wa
~LUCAS~Warmth.That’s the first thing I feel.Not just any warmth… the kind that seeps into your bones, slow and deep, like you’ve been wrapped in something soft and safe for hours. My body feels heavy, relaxed in a way I’m not used to. No tension. No pain. Just… peace.For a few seconds, I don’t open my eyes.I just breathe.Soft sheets beneath me. A mattress that feels too good to be mine. The faint scent of something sweet and feminine in the air. My brows pull together slightly.Where am I?My eyes finally blink open, slow and lazy, still half-lost in sleep.The ceiling above me is unfamiliar….too clean, too perfect. Not the cracked paint of my apartment. Not the cheap fan spinning lazily above my bed.Confusion settles in, and then it finally hits me.I'm in Marcella's house. My girlfriend's house!And then I remember everything that happened last night.My heartbeat picks up slightly, not from panic… but from the sudden rush of memory.And that’s w
~ELENA~I open my eyes, and the world seems to stop breathing.Moonlight slants through the half-drawn curtains, silvering the air, and there he is.Riccardo.I gasp out softly.He’s sitting beside me on the bed, breathing hard, shadows cutting across his face. His eyes catch
~ELENA~Someone is here. Someone is really here.My eyes flutter open immediately, half awake, half conscious.For a heartbeat, everything is dark…. shadows dancing across the ceiling, moonlight spilling faintly through the rain-smeared glass. The air feels heavy, thick wi
~ELENA~“Now, lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to watch you touch yourself and moan out my name while touching yourself,” Riccardo commands in a very seducing and dangerous voice. “Then I'll fuck you after that.”I don't disobey at all. Like the good, obedient,
~ELENA~The minutes crawl by after Riccardo leaves. I can still hear the faint echo of his words…“learn to live with it.” How can I? How do you live with something like that?I stand up from my bed and walk to the dressing mirror to look at myself.My reflection in the







