LOGINI came again within minutes—shorter, sharper waves that made my legs shake against his shoulders. “Daddy… I can’t… too much…”“You can,” he growled against my breast, biting down gently. “You will. Come on Daddy’s cock until you forget your own name, baby girl.”He kept me folded like that for what felt like forever, pounding me senseless. The wet squelching sounds were louder now, filthy and constant. My juices and his cum coated his abs, my thighs, the bed—everything. When my next orgasm hit, I screamed so loud I was sure the storm outside couldn’t drown it out.Marc finally released my legs and rolled us onto our sides, spooning me from behind. One strong arm wrapped around my waist while the other lifted my top leg. He slid back inside me easily, the new position letting him fuck me with long, slow, deep strokes while his hand reached around to rub my swollen clit.“Feel that?” he whispered hotly against my ear, nipping the lobe. “Feel how deep Daddy is? How full you are with my c
I braced my hands on his chest and started moving, rolling my hips in deep circles before lifting and slamming back down. The new angle let him hit even deeper. My breasts bounced with every movement and Marc’s hands came up to squeeze them, pinching my nipples until I moaned.“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, eyes glued to where we were joined. “So pretty riding Daddy’s cock. Your tight little cunt is creaming all over me.”I rode him harder, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. Another orgasm built quickly. Marc thrust up to meet me, hands gripping my ass and spreading me open as he drove into me.“Come again,” he ordered. “I want to feel you milking me.”I came with a broken cry, collapsing forward onto his chest as my pussy spasmed around him. Marc held me there, fucking up into me through my climax, then rolled us again so he was back on top.He hooked both my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. The position let him pound me with brutal, deep strokes.
He licked me softly through the aftershocks, then finally crawled up my body, caging me in with those powerful arms. He kissed me deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, still twitching with pleasure.Marc pulled back, eyes locked on mine, voice wrecked with need.“That was just the beginning, Harper. By the time this storm ends, you’re going to be completely ruined for anyone but Daddy.”I reached down between us, palming the massive, throbbing bulge straining his sweatpants. He was huge. And I needed every inch.“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, squeezing him. “Please, Daddy… I need you inside me now.”Marc’s eyes darkened to near-black at my words. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from deep in his chest as my fingers squeezed the thick, pulsing length of him through his sweatpants. He was enormous—longer and thicker than anything I’d ever felt, the head already leaking pre-cum that soaked through the fabric against my palm.“You sure you’re read
“Marc…” I whispered, voice trembling with need.“Shh. Just keeping you warm, baby girl.” But his big hand rested possessively on my hip, fingers flexing like he was barely holding himself back.I shifted deliberately, pressing back against him. My shorts rode up, and suddenly the heavy ridge of his erection slotted perfectly between my cheeks. A soft, needy whimper escaped me.He went completely still. Then, voice rough as gravel, “Harper… you keep rubbing that sweet little ass on me and I’m not gonna be able to pretend I don’t know how fucking wet you are right now.”My face burned with shame and arousal. My pussy clenched hard, leaking fresh slick into my panties. I’d been dripping for him since the moment the family drove away and I realized I was completely, deliciously alone with the man I’d craved for years.“I… I can’t help it,” I breathed, pressing back again.His hand slid under the hem of my thermal top, palm hot and rough against my smooth stomach. “You’ve been dripping for
The wind screamed outside like it wanted to tear the entire mountain apart, and every howl sent a fresh shiver racing down my spine. I clutched the thick wool blanket tighter around my shoulders, but the cold wasn’t the only thing making me tremble. My heart hammered so hard I could feel the pulse between my legs, a steady, needy throb that had been building for hours.This weekend was supposed to be simple: a quick family ski trip to celebrate Dad’s promotion. Mom, Dad, my little brother Tyler, and Marc—Dad’s best friend since college, the man who’d been a constant, larger-than-life presence in my world for as long as I could remember. Marc, with his broad shoulders, calloused hands, and that deep, gravelly voice that always made something low in my belly tighten. He was forty-eight, silver threading through his dark hair at the temples, a former Army Ranger who now ran his own successful construction company. To everyone else, he was Uncle Marc. To me… lately, he’d become something
“You’re tight as fuck,” Zion muttered, voice low and filthy. “Been dreaming about wrecking this hole since the first night I had my mouth on you.” He crooked his fingers, searching—and found it. Elias’s whole body jolted as pleasure sparked white-hot up his spine. A broken sound tried to escape; he buried his face in his arm and bit down hard on the fabric of his sleeve.Zion added a third finger, pumping faster, the wet squelch of lube obscenely loud in the quiet office. Elias’s cock was trapped against the edge of the desk, leaking steadily onto the wood. His hips rocked back despite himself, chasing the stretch.“Beg for it,” Zion whispered hotly against the back of his neck, teeth grazing skin. “Tell me you need my cock.”Elias shook his head, pride warring with desperate need. Zion twisted his fingers cruelly against his prostate. A strangled whimper escaped before Elias could choke it back.“Please—” The word came out muffled, broken. “Fuck— just do it.”Zion withdrew his finger







