LOGINThe bass from the Sigma frat house thumped through the warm night air like a second heartbeat as I stood on the front lawn, duffel bag heavy on my shoulder, stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves. It was just after midnight, and the party was in full swing. Red solo cups littered the grass, couples made out against the porch railing, and the scent of weed and cheap beer hung thick in the air. I adjusted the hem of my short black skirt for the tenth time, suddenly self-conscious about how much leg it showed.I was twenty years old, visiting my stepbrother at college for the first time.Rhys had texted me earlier: Come straight to the house when you get in. Don’t worry about the dorms. I’ll take care of you, little sis. The message was innocent enough on the surface, but something about the way he’d written “little sis” always made heat pool low in my belly. It had been like that for two years now — ever since our parents got married and he started looking at me differentl
He smirked — a dark, satisfied, almost arrogant smirk — as he grabbed my hips and thrust back into my pussy in one deep stroke, right in front of his nephew.I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back.Damon looked straight at Liam while he fucked me, his hips snapping forward in a deliberate, filthy rhythm.“Get the fuck out, Liam,” he said calmly, voice rough with pleasure as he continued pounding into me. “Your girlfriend is busy getting fucked properly for once.”Liam stood there frozen, mouth open in shock, watching his uncle rail me doggy-style on the terrace.Damon only smirked wider, never breaking eye contact with his nephew as he drove his cock deep into me again and again.Damon didn’t miss a single beat.Even with Liam standing there frozen in the entrance of the private terrace, his face twisted in pure rage and disbelief, Damon kept fucking me. His thick cock continued driving deep into my pussy in long, powerful strokes, the wet slap of his hips against my ass loud and obs
“You feel like heaven, Caroline,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “So tight… so wet… so fucking warm around me.”He started moving — slow, deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged every thick inch along my walls. My soft body trembled beneath him on the wide daybed, my heavy breasts bouncing with each thrust, my belly and thick thighs jiggling in a way that would have made me self-conscious before. But Damon looked at me like I was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, eyes devouring every curve. “These breasts bouncing for me… this soft stomach… these gorgeous thick thighs spread wide for Daddy.”He leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while he fucked me harder, deeper. The wet slap of his hips against my ass mixed with my shameless moans. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, building the pleasure higher and higher.“Damon… oh god… you’re so deep,” I whimpered, nails digging into his strong shoulders.He released m
“These breasts,” he growled, moving higher. He cupped my heavy tits in both hands, lifting and squeezing them before leaning in to suck one sensitive nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The wet suction and gentle bites sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core.“Damon…” I whimpered, arching into his mouth.He spent long minutes lavishing attention on my breasts — sucking, licking, biting, groaning with pleasure as he worshipped them. Then he moved lower again, kissing and biting the soft flesh of my inner thighs, leaving faint red marks that made me shiver.“These thighs,” he rasped, voice dark. “I’ve been hard for hours imagining them wrapped around my face. So thick… so fucking juicy.”He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me completely bare. Then he buried his face between my thick thighs without
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Say the word, and I’ll show you exactly how a real man treats a woman like you. I’ll worship every inch of this gorgeous body until you forget that worthless boy ever existed.”My heart was racing. My nipples were tight against the fabric of my dress. I knew this was dangerous. Reckless. He was Liam’s uncle. But after the way Liam had torn me apart earlier, Damon’s hunger felt like oxygen.Before I could answer, Liam’s loud laugh cut through the air from across the terrace. He was still with his cousins, completely oblivious, drink in hand, acting like the perfect golden boy.Damon noticed my glance. His hand slid down to rest possessively on my wide hip, squeezing gently.“Stay with me tonight,” he said softly. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing. Let me make you feel beautiful the way you deserve.”I looked up into his dark, intense eyes, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and overwhelming desire.“Yes,” I whispered before I could sto
A gaze that felt like a physical touch.I turned toward the infinity pool and locked eyes with him.Damon.Liam’s uncle. Slightly older — early forties, I guessed. A billionaire who apparently owned half this island and had flown in from Monaco that morning. He was tall, commanding, dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms and an expensive watch. His dark hair had the faintest touch of silver at the temples, and his sharp jaw was clean-shaven.He wasn’t looking at me the way Liam did.He was staring.His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, over every curve of my body — my heavy breasts straining against the wrap of the dress, the soft swell of my stomach, the wide flare of my hips, the thick thighs visible when the fabric shifted with my movement. There was no disgust. No judgment. No hidden sneer.Only heat.Raw, unmistakable, hungry heat.He didn’t look away when our eyes met. Instead, the corner of his mouth curved into a slow, d







