Ana
"I hope you're not tired because I'm not done with you angel." My step daddy growled as he pulled away from my pussy.
His face was covered with evidence of my desire and my release.
"Dear God," I whimpered, too exhausted to even resist him. I couldn't say no to him because I wanted him so much. I wanted him to use me like his slut and fill me up.
Suddenly, I was lifted off the desk and deposited on his lap, "You're going to sit on my cock baby. You're going to ride me till you cum."
"Hmm," I moaned.
"Did you hear me?" He spanked my ass, and I sighed, nodding eagerly.
My body was already reacting again to his words and the sight of his swollen cock was enough motivation for me.
"Yes, daddy." I replied.
"Good girl." He lifted me by my hip and I raised up my ass for him, and then he began to push me down on his cock, slowly, slowly till I was completely speared on his hard length.
My eyes flew wide as I felt him almost at my stomach.
"Fuck," he hissed out a breath, "You feel so good. Your cunt is perfect. So tight and perfect. I'm going to ruin you for any other man, fill you up, and then you'll sit at dinner with your mum and sister, and no one will have any idea that your little pussy is full of my seed."
His dirty words were making my body ignite like fireworks and i loved every second of it.
He wrapped his hand around my throat, and tightened it till my breath was cut off just a little bit. The danger felt so exciting and it made me even hornier. I grabbed the back of the chair and rolled my hips a little, experimenting to know how it felt.
" Fuck! " I grunted when my stomach quivered with heat, my pussy tightening around him.
"Fuck yourself on my cock baby girl," he growled, "bounce on it. Use me as your sex toy."
Gasping, even while he continued to tighten his hand around my neck, I began to rock forward and backward, combing it with little bounces, until I found my rhythm.
When I bounced and moved at the same time, jerking my hips, It felt so good that I decided to keep that rhythm. I spread my legs wider, anchoring my knees more firmly on either side of his hips then began to grind on him, fucking myself with his cock.
"It's in my stomach daddy. I can feel it," I told him breathlessly, "You're so big. It hurts so good."
He gripped me by my hips, impatient and began to slam me down on his cock. I screamed loud as he brought me down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time. It felt like I was being pounded by an animal and I loved it so much.
He was so big, so powerful, biceps bulging as he moved me on him, controlling my body like I weighed nothing.
Christian pulled me into a smashing kiss, tongue pushing into my mouth. I could taste my cum on his mouth, and the faint taste of his own cum. It was so fucking filthy, and I felt like a sex crazed animal.
His mouth began to kiss down my neck and down to cover one of my nipples, biting at it.
My step daddy gripped my ass cheek, spreading me open to allow his cock to burrow deeper into me. His finger brushed against my asshole and i shivered, wondering what it would feel like for him to fill me up there. Would his massive cock even fit? He would just end up splitting me apart.
A part of me felt terrified by that, but another part of me was excited by the idea.
He moved to my other nipple, lashing his tongue against my stuff nipple, biting at it and making me cry.
"Oh God, please, Christian."
His hand cracked down on my ass, "What the hell did you just call me?"
"I'm sorry daddy!" I screamed as he spanked me over and over again till my ass felt bruised and raw. Tears ran down my eyes at the pain, "Daddy, please. I can't take it anymore."
"I'll tell you when you can't take it anymore," his voice was rough with lust, "You wanted daddy's big cock in your greedy little cunt didn't you? You wanted me to teach you how to pleasure yourself?"
My head trashed from one side to the other at how good it felt. I wanted to come so badly. Christian continued to pound me down on his cock, my breasts bouncing up and down aggressively. His fingers started to trace around the rim of my back hole and I pushed back against his finger, wanting him to push it inside, fill every single hole in my body.
He laughed, "You're so greedy angel. You want me here don't you?" He tapped at my asshole and it clenched, feeling suddenly empty.
I nodded, "Please, d-daddy."
"You're not ready yet!" He growled, "Only your pussy is going to take my cock for now. Is that clear?"
"Yes, daddy." I cried, "Fuck me harder! Harder, harder! I need it."
"I'll give you what you need angel."
"Nghhh," I growled, nails raking down his back and almost drawing blood. Sweat slicked over his face and body, his muscles popping with the effort of bouncing me on his erection, fucking into me like a wild animal.
"You're going to cum for me, angel," he told me, "You're going to cum when I say so and I'm going to fill you with my seed. You're going to clench your pussy and make sure none of it gets out or there will be hell to pay."
The dark warning in his voice made me shudder and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"cum for daddy, Angel." He ordered, and I immediately fell apart, start lights going off behind my shut eyes. Christian stilled and with a guttural groan began to cum too, pouring inside me till there was nothing left.
At that moment, I knew that I couldn't let him go. Daddy was mine. And I would do anything to make sure it stayed that way!
Andy"Where are we going?" I asked as the expensive Mercedes slid away from the curb, my boxed cake on my laps."Curious little thing." He chuckled.I blinked at him, "Shouldn't I be?""I want you to trust me," he told me."I don't even know your name." I pointed out.His mouth curved up into a small smile that made him even more breathtaking. For the hundredth time, I wondered what little, silly me was doing with a man like this."My name is Gio." He replied, "Do you trust me, Alexandria?""N-no." I said honestly.Laughing, he grabbed the knot of his tie and tugged at it till the tie slid off, undone. "Let's correct that. Come here."I inched closer to him, and to my shock, he placed the tie around my eye and carefully tied it behind my head, blocking out my vision, "W-what's going on?"I heard him opening the cake box, "Open your mouth, Alexandria."I obediently parted my mouth and he fed me some cake. He fed me three more bites. There was something about the act that made my stomac
Andy"Sixteen dollars and fifteen cents," the store attendant said with a bored glance at me.Pulling out all the money in my purse, I began to count it, sweat beading on my forehead, "I-I have sixteen dollars and two cents.""Where's the rest of it?" She sneered.I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, "I don't have it. Please it's just a few cents, can I just get the cake? I've been saving for months to be able to afford this cake and it's important to me," I pleaded."Do I look like I care?" The lady snapped, "Go give someone else your sob story. If you don't have the money get out of my sight."The tears spilled over, shoulders hunching forward as I stared at the carrot cake in longing. My mother had been a terrible cook, but the one thing she had known how to make to perfection was carrot cake. It had been three years since I lost her, and I had been looking forward to commemorating my eighteenth birthday by getting myself one."Please," I sobbed, cheeks wet with tears, "I'll clea
Camille“You’re mine,” Jace growled, his breath hot at my ear. “Every inch. Every hole. Mine.”I barely had time to answer before he slammed into me, hard. I screamed out, loud. There was no warning, no mercy. His cock filled me in one ruthless thrust, tearing a sob from my throat.“Jace, fuckkkk!”“Shut up,” he growled, grabbing my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You don’t speak unless I say.”His hips snapped against mine, again. And again. The headboard slammed into the wall in rhythm, every stroke brutal, possessive, punishing.“Louder,” he snarled, thrusting deeper.I cried out, my throat raw and dry. “Yes! Oh my God—yes!”“You like being used like this?” His voice was pure gravel. “Is this what you wanted when you ran to that pretty-boy hotel?”“No! Just you, I only want you.”He pulled out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss.“On your knees. Face down, ass up. Now.”I obeyed, my heart racing, skin flushed, pussy dripping. My knees sank into the mattress, cheek pressed to
CamilleI stood in the hotel suite, shame burning in my throat. I loved Jace. What would his reaction be? What if I had ruined everything before it could even become anything?I had to see him. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone and texted : 'Where are you? We need to talk. Now.'I stared at the screen. His reply came in. Just an address. No other words. Typical Jace.I was already out the door. The Uber ride to his place was suffocating. The city blurred past but couldn’t breathe properly until I saw him. I arrived, heart pounding as I made my way to his door. I knocked once. The door swung open fast.Jace. He had on a black T-shirt, low-slung jeans and bare feet. No smirk, just those gray eyes cutting into me.“What’s going on?” he asked, voice flat.“I need to talk,” I whispered.He didn’t say a word, just stepped aside. Inside, it smelled like him. The furniture minimalist. A bed, unmade. I didn’t belong here. But I stepped in anyway. He closed the door behind me with a cli
I didn’t want to be here. But I needed to know.I sat at a new bar, heels dangling, my dress black, short and tight. My fingers curled around the stem of my wine glass, my thoughts on Jace’s gray eyes, the way he had said, 'Don’t fall in love with me.'I shoved the thought away. There was absolutely no way I was in love with Jace.A man slid onto the stool beside me. Broad shoulders, good looking, a collared shirt open at the throat. His cologne was expensive and masculine.“Mind if I join you?” he asked, voice low.I sipped my wine slowly, then looked him over. “Only if you buy me another.”He signaled the bartender. “Two Champagnes, please.”He turned back. “I’m Harvey.”“Camille.” I offered a small smile.He lifted his glass. “To new friends.”I clinked. “And future mistakes.” I tasted the wine, eyes on him. “You come here often?”“First time.” He laughed. “I like the music, the crowd.”I leaned forward. “I like a good crowd.” My gaze flicked over his lips. “And good company.”He s
The photo went viral in under an hour.Me, in a gold, backless, silk dress. Laughing with a shirtless male model at a campaign advertisement. His hand was low on my waist, and his lips were too close to my ear.Jace saw it.And I knew exactly what it would do to him.So I wore the same dress to the club that night.Gold. Backless. No bra. No panties. Just skin and silk, my nipples poking through.I walked in like nothing had happened, but I barely made it five steps in when I felt his grip on my hand, the anger flowing through.“Hey,” I said, tugging slightly. “What the hell?”He didn’t answer, just dragged me past the bar down the hallway, until we reached the manager’s office. Then he slammed the door and locked it.“Are you insane?” I hissed.He turned on me. “You wore the same dress.”I smirked. “I look good in it. You jealous?” I asked, meeting his stare, voice low, almost teasing.He didn’t answer, moving toward me.“You think I didn’t see that bullshit on your feed?” he growled