LOGIN"I will fuck you so hard, Stacey… make you scream my name… Yesssss!” He moaned, stroking himself faster.
At this point, she wanted to step inside and replace his hand with hers. She wanted to suck him, straddle his lap, and let his fantasy spill into reality. Her body ached with the need to touch him, to feel his dick in her pussy. But she couldn't muster the courage. She was scared. What if he got angry and sent her away? Her feet stayed rooted to the spot. So she stood there, watching, wishing, letting his filthy confession burn into her.
“Ah… Stacey…” he groaned with a thick and desperate voice. “Fuck… I’m going to cum… I’m gonna cum so hard for you.”
This time, her pussy throbbed and started dripping, soaking her panties as she pressed her palm between her legs.
She couldn’t help herself anymore. She slid her hand inside and found her swollen clit. She rubbed it above her panty, but it wasn't giving her what she wanted. She hooked her finger in the waistband and pushed the damp fabric aside to rub her bare pussy. As she watched him stroke faster and faster, she began to rub her pussy.
“Yes… yesss…” Luca’s head fell back in ecstasy. He grabbed the armrest with his free hand as his voice dropped to a guttural growl. “Take it… take my hot cum, Stacey…”
With a final, shuddering jerk, his dick erupted, and he began to shoot his hot cum at the picture, splattering it across her smiling face. He groaned, milking every drop out.
Stacey began to wish it was her real face and not her picture. She imagined him standing over her, shooting his cum on her face. She would open her mouth and let him spill it in her mouth.
She kept her eyes on him until his breathing slowed and turned lazy before he let his hand fall away.
She slowly eased her panties back into place, wiped her damp fingers on her thigh, and stepped away from the door.
She got to the sitting room and adjusted her dress before calling him.
“Luca?” She called as if she’d just arrived.
“Who is that! Just a second,” Luca’s voice came from inside, sounding a little hoarse, as if he’d been running or… she knew better.
Stacey stood in the entryway. Her pulse was still thudding from what she witnessed moments earlier. She smoothed her hair with one hand, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. Soon, he walked out to the sitting room to see who was calling his name.
When his eyes landed on her, they widened slightly. “Stacey? You are here. How… how did you know where I live?”
She held the package a little higher, swallowing the heat that was still lingering low in her belly. “My dad sent me to deliver this. I’m… sorry for coming inside without permission. I knocked, but you didn’t answer.”
Luca glanced toward the door behind her, then back to her face. There was no sign in his expression of the raw, hungry man she saw just minutes ago. The only thing she could see was polite curiosity.
“Alright,” he replied, stepping closer to take the box from her hands. “Thank you. And thank your dad for me.”
She nodded quickly. “Alright. I will.”
For a moment, they were silent. This was a perfect time to say something more, something reckless, something that would pull the truth into the light. Her mouth opened… then closed again. The words stuck like a stone in her throat.
“Uh… I guess I’ll be going,” she finally said, though it wasn’t what she wanted to say.
“Thanks again,”
She nodded once more, turning toward the door. She walked into her car and looked back to know if he was watching her. And yes, he was watching her. He waved at her with a smile, and she opened her door.
The moment she slid into the driver’s seat, her hands tightened on the wheel. Her body still hummed, a leftover ache from the way she touched herself while watching him. Every blink brought the image back. The way he was stroking his dick. The way he groaned her name, how he loved her body, and how he wanted to fuck her.
She bit her lip and started the car, trying to will the heat away, but she couldn't.
On her way home, she imagined what would’ve happened if she had walked in instead of standing outside and watching. Maybe... just maybe, they would be fucking their brains out now.
The laughter finally ebbed, though Henry was still shaking his head with amusement.Lesnar leaned against the arm of the couch. “You are cute when you’re angry,” he said. “But you really don’t know the game you are trying to play. You think about running to the cops? We have got enough proof to drag your son down before he can even open his mouth.”Catherine stiffened as her eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”"Your boy isn’t some innocent little victim, Mrs. Orton. He’s been busy making enemies. And if we want, we can make sure those enemies line up to bury him.”“Proof?” Catherine asked. “What proof?”“Stop talking as if you don't know what your son is capable of. We have messages. Witnesses. Fights he started that everyone saw. Things that can’t be washed away. If anyone’s getting arrested, it’ll be him. Not us.”Her heart thudded in her chest. For the first time, the floor beneath her resolve shook. She had walked in here ready to defend Orton, but hearing them speak s
Saturday morning came with sunlight spilling into Catherine’s kitchen. She had hardly slept since then, but that ends today. Today, she was going to visit Lesnar and Henry.She got prepared and put on a casual outfit with a composed appearance. A plain blouse, jeans, and hair tied neatly back. She didn't want to show any weakness. If Lesnar and Henry thought she would cower, they were mistaken.She stepped out of the house, locked the door, and made her way to the apartment where the two boys lived. She wasn’t naïve. She knew their kind; she knew they could be cruel and reckless. But she couldn’t let fear decide for her.At last she reached their apartment. She took a deep breath and climbed the stairs, then she stopped before their door. Without hesitation, she knocked on their door.Inside, muffled voices and the familiar electronic sounds of a video game slipped through the door.“Yo, are you expecting anyone?” Henry’s voice called from within.“No, I don't remember inviting any gi
“I can still do something. And... I don’t want you involved. This is my fight.”“No,” she firmly responded. “It’s not just your fight anymore. Not when you come home like this. You don't expect me to sit here and wonder if you will even make it home the next time they bully you."He turned away, frustrated, but she stepped around him, forcing his eyes back to hers.“Tell me,” she pressed with a softer tone. “Who are they?”He hesitated, his mouth opening then closing, as though the words were heavy on his tongue.Catherine’s expression softened, though her voice stayed steady. “If you don’t tell me, you may end up disabled. I'm sure you don't want this to keep happening."His shoulders slumped. He didn't want to involve his mom. He knew the people he was dealing with. They are dangerous and wild. “I don’t want you to get dragged into this. They’ are not your problem.”Catherine shook her head. Her heart ached at the boy standing in front of her, grown now, taller than her, but still
Catherine was curled on the couch as the television played in front of her. The late afternoon air was quiet and soft, broken only by the faint chatter of the show she had barely been paying attention to. Suddenly, the front door clicked open.She turned her head instinctively to check who was coming in. The moment she saw Orton, her son, her heart stopped.She couldn't believe her eyes. Orton had bruises on his cheekbone and a cut near his lip, and he was carrying himself as though every muscle was weak. His shirt was torn, and he had dirt clinging to his jeans.“Orton!” Catherine's voice raised in alarm. She jumped from the couch and rushed toward him. “Why are you looking like this? What happened to you?”He waved her off, moving past her toward the hallway. “It’s nothing, Mom.”Her brow furrowed. She reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Don’t you dare tell me ‘nothing.’ Look at your face. Look at your mouth. What happened to you? Did you get into a fight?”Orton shrugged,
The command was all she needed. It was the final key that unlocked the dam of sensation he had been building inside her. A sharp, broken cry was torn from her throat as her entire world shattered into a million points of blinding white light. Her back arched violently, her body seizing as an overwhelming orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down on his length, and she screamed his name into the rumpled sheets.But Desmond didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He rode out the violent waves of her climax. He kept his brutal, pounding pace."Again," he growled. "I'm not done with you. Give me another one."Stella could only sob. At this point, her body was hypersensitive and trembling from the first shattering release. "I can't... it's too much...""You can," he insisted, driving into her even deeper, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back in her head. "And you will. Cum for me again, Stella."Her body, still singing from the first orgasm, was already being wound right
Stella responded by raising her hips and going down in slow motion, which made him see stars. Her eyes were locked on his, watching his control unravel.“Oh, god… Desmond,” she moaned, her head falling back.But the slow burn wasn't enough. Not for her. The need for release, the one he had denied her, took over. Her rhythm changed. The gentle grinding transformed into a frantic, rising and falling motion. She began to bounce on him, her ass slapping against his thighs with a sharp, rhythmic beat. She was a vixen when it came to riding a man. His length appeared, glistening and wet, only to disappear deep inside her again with each forceful descent.“Fuck, Stella,” he choked out, his hands moving from her hips to grip her ass, urging her to ride him faster.She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and captured his mouth in a searing, desperate kiss. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, mimicking the rhythm of her hips below. She rode him fast through the kiss. At one point, S







