LOGINI was shaking.Not from fear.Not from cold.From him.From the way his breath hit the back of my neck as he stood behind me, so close I could feel the heat of his cock without him even touching me. My heart was racing. My thighs were already slick. I didn’t even know when I bent forward, when I started arching my back like some desperate little slut, but I did it anyway.And then his voice—God, his voice—“Open your legs wide,” he said, low and rough, like he was holding himself back from breaking me in half. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”Fuck.My pussy clenched so hard I nearly moaned out loud. I did what he said. I opened my legs until my knees trembled and the cool air kissed my folds. I was dripping. I could feel it. I didn’t even care. I wanted him to see how wet I was. I wanted him to know he was the reason.He grabbed my waist, one hand splayed on my lower back, pushing me down even more. “Wider,” he growled, and I swear I almost came just from the sound of it.“Like this?
knew it was a bad idea the second I opened his bedroom door. I swear, I did. But I still walked in, still sat on his bed, still hugged my knees and told myself I was just going to wait a few minutes until the cramps passed. Just a few. Just until the dizziness stopped. Just until the ache between my thighs calmed down.Except it didn’t calm down. It got worse.Like something inside me had been switched on and now it was crawling through my skin, scratching at my womb. I wasn’t stupid. I had heard about this. I had read about it. First heats were supposed to be uncomfortable. Emotional. Exhausting. But this wasn’t a heat. This felt like possession.My entire body was throbbing. My breath wouldn’t settle. My legs kept rubbing together and the more I tried to ignore it, the more slick I felt dripping down the inside of my thighs. I could smell myself. That was the worst part. I smelled sweet. Warm. Open. I didn’t even need a mirror to know my eyes were probably glossed over with need.
He grabbed me by the waist and bent me over the desk like he didn’t have the patience to wait one second longer. His hand slid down my spine, pressing me flat to the cold wood as his other hand gripped the base of his cock, thick and veiny, already soaked with my spit and pre-cum. He dragged the swollen head through my soaked folds, teasing me for just a second before slamming in hard—deep enough to knock the breath out of me. I screamed. But before I could take another breath, his hand flew over my mouth, strong and demanding, pressing down with just enough pressure to make my heart stutter. “Don’t be loud,” he hissed, his lips right at my ear, “Unless you want the entire school to know I’m fucking you.” My pussy clenched around him like it wanted to betray me anyway. He started to move. Slow at first, dragging that thick cock out of my cunt, just to slam it all the way back in, making the desk shake beneath me. I moaned into his palm, thighs trembling as the stretch bur
I shouldn’t have been there, not that late, not dressed like that, not with my thighs already sticky and my panties soaked through from thinking about him all fucking day. But I was. Standing in front of his desk, skirt hitched up, breath trembling, eyes locked on the thick, hard length in his hand as he leaned back in his chair like he’d been waiting to wreck me.“You skipped class again,” he said, voice deep and slow like he was savoring the power in every word, like he knew exactly what kind of ache I had between my legs. “So now you’re going to learn the hard way.”My knees hit the floor before he even finished that sentence. My palms pressed to his thighs, and my eyes drank in every inch of him as I bit my lip, heart racing, nerves shot. His cock looked massive up close, veins bulging, tip already glistening like it knew my mouth was about to swallow it whole.“Get to work,” he said, tilting his hips forward, his fist pumping once at the base of his shaft. “Stroke it, baby. Use
He flipped me over so fast I couldn’t even beg.“You just squirted. Fuck. And you didn’t wait for daddy to cum” I whimpered.And then he slammed into me again. My hands gripped the edge of the couch like I was holding on for life.“Daddy—” I moaned, my voice broken, “it’s too much—I can’t—”“You can,” he growled, gripping my waist like a man on the edge. “You fucking can. Take it!”His hand reached forward and slapped my ass again, then gripped my hair, yanked me up until my back arched like a porn star on camera, and his lips came right to my ear.“You love this, don’t you?” he whispered. “You love how Daddy ruins you.”“Yes,” I moaned, crying now, breathless. “I love it—I love when you fuck me like this—I love when you own me—I want you deeper—I want you to break me—please, Daddy.”His cock slammed harder, faster. “You’re gonna cum for me again,” he said. “You’re gonna squirt all over my cock like the filthy little whore you are. And then I’m going to fuck your throat.”He spanke
I wasn’t supposed to touch myself.That was Daddy’s number one rule.And I broke it. Like the greedy, needy, disobedient little slut I am. I had my thighs wide open under the covers last night, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Thinking he wouldn’t hear my moans echoing off the walls while I pressed my fingers into my soaking cunt and whispered his name like a prayer. I thought I was quiet. I thought I got away with it.But Daddy doesn’t miss a thing.Now I’m bent over the leather couch in his office, my arms tied behind my back with the same belt he ripped from his waist when he caught me. My face is flushed, drool sliding from the corner of my lips. I’m bare. Completely naked. My knees are trembling, legs spread wide, pussy dripping, ass in the air like I’m begging to be ruined.And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.“Say it,” he growls from behind me. “I touched myself without permission, Daddy,” I breathe, trembling, my voice laced with shame and arousal. “I’m sorry.”“Sorry doesn’t fix it







