LOGINHe continued fucking me through my orgasm, his pace relentless, his focus on prolonging the pleasure rather than achieving his own release."That's it," he groaned. "I can feel you coming. Jesus, you're incredible when you're coming."My orgasm was beginning to subside, but already I could feel another one building. The sensitivity was intense, almost painful, but I didn't want him to stop."You want more?" he asked, reading my body."Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop.""I'm not stopping," he said. "I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't think. Until all you know is my cock inside you. Until you understand that you completely belong to me."He repositioned me, angling his thrusts differently, hitting that perfect spot again. I was building toward another orgasm, my body completely surrendered to his intensity."I'm such a dirty whore," I gasped, the words coming from somewhere deep inside. "I'm such a fucking slut for wanting your cock this badly. I'm such a disgus
He moved toward me slowly, deliberately, giving me time to protest, to leave, to take back my agreement.Instead, I stood my ground.When he reached me, he didn't kiss me immediately. Instead, he simply looked at me, his eyes raking over my body."You're so beautiful when you're uncertain," he said. "You, who are so confident at the poker table. But now, alone with me, you're not so sure. Are you?""No," I admitted. "I'm not.""Good," he said. "Because I'm going to make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you know exactly what you're dealing with."He reached for my dress and began lowering the zipper slowly, deliberately. When it fell to the floor, I was left in just my underwear and heels."Leave the heels on," he commanded. "I want to see you like that. Powerful. Dangerous. Mine."He began removing his own clothes, his movements deliberate, giving me time to appreciate what I was seeing. His chest was muscular, defined, covered in a light dusting of dark hair. His abs were the
I'd been winning all night.Flush after flush, full house after full house. The poker table was stacked with my winnings, and I was riding a high that came from pure dominance. Everyone at the table knew they were outmatched—everyone except him.His name was Adrian Cross, and he was exactly the kind of man who couldn't resist a challenge. At forty, he was a venture capitalist with a reputation for making risky bets and always coming out on top. Tonight, he was losing to me, and it was clearly eating away at him.My name is Catherine Williams, and I'm a professional poker player. I've built a career on reading people, on understanding risk, on knowing exactly when to push and when to fold. Adrian was a businessman playing in my world, and he was drowning."One more hand," Adrian said, his jaw tight. "Everything on one hand."I should have folded. I should have taken my winnings and walked away. But there was something about Adrian—the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying
He kissed me then, deeply, passionately, while continuing to move inside me. It was a complete claiming, a complete confession of his own feelings reflected in his actions.He began moving again, and this time there was emotion underneath the intensity. This wasn't just sex. This was a declaration."I love you too," he said against my mouth. "God, I love you so much. I've been in love with you since the first day you looked at me like that."I was building toward climax again, the pleasure mingling with emotion in a way that was overwhelming."Come," he commanded. "Come while I'm inside you. Let me feel it."I came hard, my entire body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him. He continued fucking me through my orgasm, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate."I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to fill you with my release.""Yes," I gasped. "Come inside me. I want to feel you come."He drove into me one final time, his release flooding inside me, his body shaking a
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire."You're so beautiful," he said roughly. "Even more beautiful than I imagined."He guided me to the sofa and sat, then pulled me down to straddle his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his pants, and the sensation made me immediately aroused.His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them through my bra, his thumbs brushing across my nipples. The sensation shot straight through me, making my pussy clench."Tell me what you want," he said."I want you inside me," I said. "I want to feel your cock inside me.""Not yet," he said. He unhooked my bra with one hand, and when it fell away, he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth.I gasped as he began sucking, his tongue circling my nipple, his hand moving to cup the other breast. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His other hand was on my hip, holding me
I'd been watching him for two months.Not in a creepy way. More in the way where your body automatically responds to someone's presence, where your pupils dilate when they enter a room, where you find yourself doing things just to get their attention.His name was Marcus. He was my father's personal security detail—a former Marine turned protection specialist. At thirty-six, he was exactly the kind of man who was completely off-limits to someone like me.My name is Sophia Garrison, and I'm the twenty-five-year-old daughter of Senator Richard Garrison. I've grown up in the public eye, carefully controlled, carefully managed. My father had plans for me—good marriage, successful career, political connections. None of those plans involved developing an obsession with my bodyguard.But that's exactly what had happened.Marcus was always professional. Always distant. Always maintaining the exact boundaries that his job required him to maintain. Which, of course, made him even more attractiv
His pace increased, and I realized I had to focus completely on staying silent. My mouth was open, my body shaking with the effort of keeping quiet, my throat tight from holding back the moans that wanted to escape.Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me. The wall was cold against my breas
I'd been waiting for this moment all week.The museum closed at 5 PM on Fridays, which meant I had exactly one hour between when the last visitor left and when the final guard made his rounds. One hour to do something completely reckless.One hour with Marcus in the Egyptian wing, surrounded by 3,0
I stood over him, looking down at his body—his chest heaving, his cock still hard and desperate."You want to be inside me again," I said.It wasn't a question."Yes," he gasped."Beg me for it. Tell me what you want.""Please, Sophia. Please let me fuck you. I need to be inside you. I need to feel
He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking—slowly, like I'd commanded. But I could see the strain in his face, the desperation."Tell me what you're thinking about," I said."About being inside you," he gasped. "About fucking you. About making you mine.""You're never going to own me,