LOGIN~JOYCE~I sat on the plush leather sofa in the dimly lit sitting room, my eyes fixed on the flickering television.On screen, the World Cup match unfolded in a blur of green pitch and shifting jerseys.Beside me sat Marcus Hathaway—my stepfather, my university's soccer coach, and the most soccer-obsessed man I'd ever met.For the past few weeks, sitting here watching matches with him and mom had become my nightly routine.Truthfully, I didn’t care about soccer.Yet I sat through every agonizing ninety minutes of shifting green pitch for one reason: it was the only time I ever got to spend with Marcus.He was the one man I had a massive, undeniable crush on.And lately, he’d become the driving force behind my wildest dreams—the kind that left me waking up breathless in the dark, my pussy so incredibly wet it felt like a dam had broken, and my entire body aching with a desperate, lingering heat.They were the best dreams I’d ever had, so vivid that the phantom touch of his hands lingere
*{RUE}*"Why the fuck are you holding that?" I screeched.My eyes remained fixed on the leather whip coiled in his hand. The dark, braided length swayed slightly as he adjusted his grip, and my heart slammed against my ribs, the pulse in my throat pounding hard enough to make me dizzy.Damon's smirk stretched wider, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that told me he'd been waiting for this exact moment."Because I can," he said simply."Damon—"The rest of his name lodged in my throat as the whip cracked against my ass.Fire bloomed across the already stinging flesh, a sharp burst of pain sending sparks racing through me.I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste copper, swallowing the cry clawing its way up my throat.My chest heaved with every ragged breath, my entire body trembling as though I'd been pushed beyond the edge of endurance.I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to speak, to curse him, to tell him exactly what I thought about his little whip and his smug face and his st
*{RUE}*I felt the blunt, velvet heat of Damon’s cockhead press against my soaked entrance.Before I could draw another breath, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust.A choked moan tore from my throat. "Nghhh, fuck!"He didn't give me a single second to adjust. Didn't pause. Didn't wait.His hips snapped back and then slammed forward again, driving his cock deep into my clenching pussy with a force that rattled the table beneath us."Fuck," he grunted, the sound rough and strained as he rammed into me again and again. "I just fucked your greedy little pussy, but it's still clenching and gripping my cock like a desperate little bitch."I couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a reply.Every sharp retort I wanted to throw at him lodged in my throat, dissolving into nothing more than breathless, broken moans. "Ahh... mhmmm... oh fuck..."His hips kept pounding, his cock plunging in and out of my pussy, dragging along my slick, swollen folds as the wet,
*{RUE}*A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, raw and startled. "What the fuck was that?""Relax, Rue," Damon murmured, his voice infuriatingly calm right against my ear."Relax?" I craned my neck, straining fiercely against the cuffed wrists pinned above my head. "How the fuck do you expect me to relax when you just shoved something up my ass out of nowhere?"A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my skin. "No need to be so uptight. It's just a butt plug."The breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding escaped in a shaky sigh.My heart still pounded against my ribs, but some of the tension eased from my shoulders. "You could have at least warned me first.""Then it wouldn't have been a surprise." I could hear the smirk in every syllable.I shot him a withering glare. "I don't appreciate that kind of surprise."A laugh burst out of him. "Okay, okay. My bad."I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt, tugging uselessly at the cuffs biting into my wrists. "Just g
*{RUE}*I stared at Damon, my lips parting, but no words came out.The words I desperately wanted to say got tangled somewhere in my throat, trapped behind the shock that rippled through me like ice water."Rue?" His voice cut through the sudden silence, low and laced with a quiet amusement that made my skin prickle. When I didn't immediately answer, he leaned in slightly. "You still with me?""Yeah," I managed to squeeze out, the single word scraping against my dry throat."Did you actually hear what I just said?""Yeah… I did. I heard you." My voice sounded distant to my own ears, hollow and strange.He dragged his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving mine. "So, should we get started with the sex toys?"The question snapped something loose inside my chest."Of course not! Are you out of your fucking mind?" I blurted, my voice rising.He shrugged one shoulder, entirely casual and thoroughly infuriating. "Come on. I just want us to have a little fun.""Yeah, wel
*{RUE}*Damon didn’t give me a single moment to catch my breath, let alone adjust to the brutal, tearing stretch of his size.He immediately began ramming his cock into my pussy with a relentless speed that shattered every thought in my head.With every savage, bottoming-out thrust, his heavy hips slammed violently against mine, jarring my entire body.I was completely consumed by the sensation of his rigid shaft burying itself deep inside me, stretching my wet walls to their absolute limit as he remorselessly fucked me.“Fuck,” he groaned above me, his voice a raw, guttural rasp that vibrated straight through my chest. “You feel that? You feel how fucking deep I’m inside you?”“Ahh! Yes,” I moaned, the word tearing from my throat as my fingers clawed desperately at the hardwood floor, searching for any anchor. “More… oh god, fuck me more!”He pulled back, his massive cock dragging agonizingly slow along my sensitive, friction-heated walls until just the swollen head remained inside m







