I lay there trembling on his massive bed, my pussy still throbbing from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me in the kitchen. Daniel towered at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring me like he owned every inch of my body. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. My fingers shook as I peeled off my oversized sleep shirt, revealing my perky breasts and flushed skin. His gaze darkened further, nostrils flaring as he stroked his thick cock through his sweatpants. Then he shoved them down, freeing himself completely. My breath hitched. He was huge. Veined, thick, long – his cock stood proud against his abs, pre-cum beading at the tip. My cunt clenched involuntarily at the sight. I had no idea how he would fit inside me, but the thought of him stretching me until it hurt made my clit throb with aching need. “On your knees.” I scrambled onto all fours, my ass facing him as he climbed onto the bed behind me. His rough hands grabbed my hips, spreading me open. I squ
I always knew Mr. Carter was dangerously attractive, but tonight, under the dim kitchen light, barefoot in his sweatpants and a white shirt clinging to his muscled chest, he looked sinful.“Hey, Maddie. Couldn’t sleep?” His deep voice rumbled as he poured himself a glass of water, his forearms rippling with veins and strength. My mouth went dry instantly.“Yeah… um, just thirsty.” I grabbed a glass too, trying not to stare at how his shirt sleeves strained against his biceps.I was staying over at my best friend’s house for the summer, but lately, all I thought about was her dad. I was twenty-two, freshly out of college, and Mr. Carter was forty-two, ruggedly handsome, divorced, with that arrogant confidence only older men carried. His black hair was streaked with a touch of silver at the temples, making him look like every taboo fantasy I never knew I had.He leaned against the counter, sipping his water slowly. His eyes scanned me from head to toe, lingering on my exposed thighs ben
Nina spent the entire night restless, her body aching for Tyler’s touch. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt him slamming into her, his filthy words echoing in her mind.By morning, her entire body was tense with need.At exactly 8 a.m., Tyler arrived. He didn’t knock. He simply walked in, wearing a fitted black shirt rolled up to his forearms, dark jeans hugging his muscular thighs, and his hair tousled like he’d just fucked someone else before coming here.Her stomach twisted with jealousy at the thought.“Strip,” he commanded the moment he saw her. His voice was low and deadly calm. “All of it. Now.”She hesitated only a second before pulling off her tank top, letting her breasts spill free, her nipples already hard with anticipation. She hooked her fingers into her shorts and pushed them down her thighs, stepping out of them until she stood completely naked in the living room.His eyes roamed over her body slowly, possessively, making her shiver under his gaze.“On your knees
Nina didn’t sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Tyler’s fingers inside her, his cock down her throat, his filthy words branding her mind. When her alarm rang at 7 a.m., her thighs were sticky with arousal and her chest tight with anticipation.She showered quickly and dressed in a simple tank top and short pleated skirt with no panties underneath, just like he ordered in his midnight text:> “Be ready at 8 a.m. No panties. No bra. You’re not my student today. You’re my toy.”Her heart pounded with shame and excitement as she waited in the living room. When he walked in, he didn’t even greet her. His eyes flicked down her body, a cruel smile tugging at his lips.“Knees,” he ordered sharply.She dropped instantly to her knees on the hardwood floor. He dropped his bag on the couch and unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, revealing sculpted abs and deep V lines leading down into his jeans.“I see you followed instructions,” he said, crouching to grip her chin. “No pant
Nina shifted on her chair, her thighs rubbing against each other uncomfortably as she watched him pace around the small living room. Her father’s business trip came with the condition that she must pass her upcoming college entrance exams, and for that, they hired a private tutor – Tyler Grant – a 28-year-old Harvard graduate with a smug mouth, sharper eyes, and a body that looked like he moonlighted as an underground MMA fighter.“You’re distracted again,” Tyler snapped, slapping her textbook shut. The sound made her flinch. “Read the equation to me.”“I… I can’t focus.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. His scent, a heavy mix of cedarwood cologne and male sweat, clouded her mind each time he leaned over her shoulder.He scoffed, folding his arms across his broad chest. His veins bulged, and the sleeves of his black t-shirt stretched across biceps that had her imagining things she shouldn’t.“Why can’t you focus, Nina?” he asked, tilting his head as if studying her. His dark brow
Sasha didn’t sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Jay’s cock stretching her ass or Liam’s thick length pounding her pussy, filling her so completely that she thought she’d break apart. Her thighs were sore, her pussy raw, but her mind buzzed with only one thought:Tomorrow.When she walked into Flexzone Gym the next evening, her knees felt weak. Jay stood by the squat racks, arms folded, his tattooed biceps flexing with the movement. Liam was with him, dreadlocks tied back, sweat glistening on his golden skin from his own workout.Both men turned when she entered, their dark eyes raking over her body hungrily. Today, she wore a black micro-short set with no bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. She felt naked under their stare.“Get on the bench,” Jay ordered without greeting.Heart racing, she walked to the flat bench press station. A few men nearby glanced at her curiously as she lay back, her tits straining against the crop top. Jay loaded