We Shouldn’t Be Doing This

Athena He pulled me close, his lips hovering an inch from mine, teasing me, refusing to give me a kiss. Instead, he buried his face in my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my skin as he bit down on my collarbone.. "We're going to regret this," he growled against my skin, his hands gripping my waist. "But I need this sweet pussy." Before I could answer, he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. He didn't set me on his hip—he hoisted me higher, setting my thighs over his massive shoulders, placing my bare, glistening pussy directly at level with his mouth. The warm air from his breath hit my wet center, making me gasp and bite my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood. He turned around, wedging me firmly between his heavy body and the cold metal wall of the elevator, trapping me completely. He started with my inner thighs, pressing hot, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, teasing his way inward until I was shivering, my fingers holding his head.

Damien I stood in the bathroom with the taste of her still on my tongue and my cock so hard it hurt. Jordan’s voice came again, closer this time. “Athena?” I looked at her in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy and her makeup half ruined. Her wedding dress was still shoved up around her waist. The head of my cock was pressed right against her entrance, one thrust away from burying myself inside my son’s bride. I should have walked away. Instead I leaned in, lips against her ear, and spoke low enough that only she would hear. “Go. Marry him.” Her breath hitched. “Walk down that aisle. Say the words. Smile for the photos. But understand this—” I reached under the dress, hooked my fingers into the thin scrap of lace she had somehow put back on, and dragged it down her legs. I balled the wet panties in my fist and shoved them into my pocket. “This cunt belongs to me. Tonight, after the reception, you come to my room. Not the honeymoon suite. Mine. I’m

SarahThe last time I was fucked so good that my cunt was an oozing slimy mess was five years ago. Every other person I had sex with barely even knew what they were doing. Most times, they couldn’t even find my clit. It would make sense to just go have sex with the person who made me cum so much that I saw stars, right? Yeah, except he was my stepbrother. I thought about that summer lockdown for five years. Hell, it’s only when I use memories of him that I could have a good orgasm. It was a stupid mistake during the lockdown and we were lonely. We hadn’t seen anyone else in three months. It happened and we both agreed never to talk about it again. I moved countries and barely attended family events just so I could never come face to face with him again and force myself to admit what I’ve been avoiding. I wanted him. So bad. But wanting meant trouble. If Damien found out that I wanted Jordan, he would quite literally disown me and that meant he would stop the funding of my brother,

Sarah He chased me through the airport, boarded the same plane, dragged every filthy memory out of me in this house, and ate me like he was starving, all while knowing he was marrying someone else.I buried my face in the pillow.Of course. Classic man move. Make sure I still wanted him, then walk away. And like a horny fool, I fell for it.“Sarah!! Damien’s here. Come downstairs, the family meeting starting soon.” Olivia yelledI dragged myself from the bed, ignoring the tingling of my clit asking for more. I took a cold shower instead of my usual burning hot one to try to calm my raging need for dick down but there was only so much it could do. By the time I got downstairs, Olivia was making breakfast while Jordan assisted her. Damien sat at the head of the dining table with a king-size cigarette in between his index and middle finger and his phone in his other hand “A little too early to be smoking, don’t you think?” I took the cigarette out of his hand and dropped it in the ash

Sarah Callahan I stayed in the back row, bare under my dress because Jordan still had my panties. Every swoosh of air and the cold metal of the seats made my throbbing clit worse. Nothing was worse than watching Jordan at the altar waiting for Athena. His eyes searched the room and when they landed on me, relief crossed his face, like he’d thought I would run and take the next flight back.I wished I could.Damien walked in late and took his place beside Jordan, avoiding everyone’s eyes. Where had he been? He should’ve been the first person here. Olivia, in the front row, didn’t even look up when he passed her. Their marriage was arranged too. Damien adopted me when I was nine before he married her. I grew up watching them live like mere housemates. How were they even getting emotionally and sexually satisfied? Most times I wondered how they even birthed Jordan. It must have been in a drunk moment.Now the same thing was about to happen to Jordan. I guess that was life in a cartel