LOGINThe next morning, I sat stiffly at the dining table, the edge of my chair pressing into the back of my legs. My hands clutched my coffee cup like it was the only thing keeping me steady. The steam had already faded, leaving the drink lukewarm, but I still held it close, raising it to my lips now and then just so I had something to do.
The plate in front of me was filled with scrambled eggs and toast, but my stomach twisted too tightly for food. I poked at it with my fork, pushing the p
With no warning, he aligned himself and thrust forward, slamming his cock deep into my pussy in one brutal stroke. The stretch was exquisite—burning and full, my walls clenching around his girth as he bottomed out, his hips grinding against my clit.I cried out, the sound sharp and needy, echoing off the marble. His hand clamped over my mouth instantly, palm firm against my lips, fingers splayed along my jaw. His eyes blazed down at me, wild and possessive. "Quiet," he ordered, voice rough as gravel."Or everyone out there hears how desperate you are, Sasha. How this tight little pussy milks a stranger's cock like it's starving for it. They'd know what a filthy slut you are, begging to be fucked again right after I pumped you full."His words ignited something primal in me, filthy and owning, making my inner muscles flutter and squeeze him tighter. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest at the sensation, vibrating through where we were joined.Then he moved—pulling back almost t
Sasha’s povThe awkwardness hit me like a wave.We just sat down. Even the menus were still closed in front of us. The candle lights were dancing over our faces.I could still feel the ghost of him inside me. The ache. The fullness. The mess. Every shift in my seat reminded me.How were we supposed to do small talk now?Are we supposed to act like we had not just fucked as if we were animals inside a stalled elevator?Our server appeared. It was a young guy, all smiles.“Evening folks.” He started. “Can I start you with some drinks? House red? Cocktail specials?”“Whiskey neat.” Kai said without missing a beat.“Same.” I echoed. Make it two. Or ten maybe.He nodded and vanished.Kai rested forward. His elbows on the table. “So… this is not exactly how I pictured tonight going.”“Me neither.” I Said. Toying with the edge of the napkin that was in front of me. I made sure not to look at him. “I mean, I was expecting some kind of awkward conversation over appetizers with a weirdo. Not… w
Sasha’s povThe elevator came back to life.But it did not come alone.It came with a mechanical growl that brought me out of whatever post orgasm haze that I was floating inside of.Kai had pulled out of me slowly. And the sudden emptiness made me hiss through my teeth. He arranged himself quietly and with efficient movements. His zipper up. Belt fastened.While I just stood there pulling my dress back in place. My panties were somewhere on the floor and I snatched it and shoved it into my clutch. It felt warm and sticky. Like evidence of what we had just done trickling down my inner thighs.We did not look at each other after that. Not really. It was just quick glances we stole through the mirror— me fixing my hair. Him straightening his collar.My lips were swollen and my cheeks were flushed. His shirt had a small wrinkle at the spot where I had held it too hard. We looked like we went through a storm.The car moved upward again. The floors kept on ticking by in display: 28… 30… My
With my dress hiked up high around my waist and my hips tilted back toward him, I stood completely exposed and on display, my ass presented like an offering, pussy still slick and swollen from his tongue.The red emergency light cast a crimson glow over our reflections—me bent forward, vulnerable and arched, him towering close behind, his large hands locked onto my hip bones, fingers digging in with possessive force.The sharp clink of his belt buckle rang out, metal scraping against metal in the confined space, followed by the rasping slide of his zipper being yanked down. He freed his cock with a low grunt, the broad, heated tip brushing between my folds, rigid and unyielding, already coated in the slick evidence of my arousal. It nudged at my entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh, making me clench in anticipation.“Tell me you want it,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl that vibrated against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my neck and sending shivers racing down my spine.I p
Sasha’s povThe soft thud of Kai's knees hitting the elevator floor reverberated through my body, a primal sound that made my pulse thunder in my ears. His strong hands gripped my thighs, shoving my dress up even higher, the fabric bunching carelessly around my waist like it was an insignificant barrier to what he craved.The dim red emergency light bathed his face in flickering shadows, highlighting the sharp line of his clenched jaw and the fierce hunger in his eyes as they locked onto mine.Without a word, he hooked his fingers into the delicate lace of my panties, yanking them down in one swift, decisive pull. They slid over my hips and pooled at my ankles before he kicked them aside, leaving me utterly exposed.The sudden rush of cool air against my overheated skin sent a sharp gasp tearing from my lips, my pussy already slick and aching from the anticipation.“Spread for me,” Kai murmured, his voice a low, gravelly command that brooked no hesitation, roughened by the raw desire
Sasha’s povThe emergency light turned everything into red. It was a deep and throbbing kind of red. It felt like we had stepped inside someone’s fever dream. My skin looked flushed even before the heat really started getting to me.I pressed my back harder on the mirrored wall. My arms were crossed tight over my chest like that was going to keep my heart from hitting so hard like it wanted to escape.The air started to feel wrong. Thicker. Warner. Carrying that faint metallic elevator smell that was mixed with the clean, woodsy hit of his cologne. Every breath that I took pulled more of him into me.He had mashed the emergency button three times. Each press made him even more pissed off than the last. Now he was standing in the middle of the tiny box, hands on his hips.He was glaring up at the ceiling panel as if he could bully the lights to come back on through sheer stubbornness.“Guess we’re gonna be here a minute,” he said, voice low and calm, like this was just a minor annoyanc
Marie’s POVThe next evening the house was quiet except for the bubbling sound of the soup on the stove and the ticking of the kitchen clock. The air smelled of onions, garlic, and the faint sweetness of carrots, and I was standing by the counter with the knife in my hand, trying to focus on choppi
My heart ached at those words. I wanted to believe him, to let the warmth of them sink into me, but I couldn’t. My husband hadn’t called me beautiful in so long that the word felt foreign, like a lie meant to soothe me. I shook my head quickly, my eyes darting away, fresh tears threat
I plunged a finger inside myself, imagining it was his hard cock filling me up. I fucked myself with my hand, imagining it was him driving into me, claiming me. I wanted him so badly, needed to feel him inside me."Oh god, Jamie," I moaned, adding another finger, pumping them in and out of my wet h
The steam clung to my skin, making me feel sticky and hot all over. My breath came fast, shallow, and I pressed my lips together to keep any sound from escaping. Shame curled in my stomach, but right beside it was something hotter, sharper, something that made my thighs squeeze together.I told mys







