LOGINWilliam's POV What was I about to do just now?I questioned myself as I walked back down the hallway toward the living room, my pulse still hammering hard in my ears and my cock throbbing painfully against the front of my pants. For a moment there I hadn’t been myself. It was as if something darker, hungrier had taken over — pure, raw lust that had me seconds away from ripping those loose shorts down her thighs, bending her over the nearest surface, and burying myself deep inside her virgin cunt. I wanted to be her first. Wanted to stretch that tight little pussy open with my thick cock, feel her walls flutter and clench around me as I fucked her senseless, turning her into a woman with every brutal thrust until she was moaning “daddy” and creaming all over me.The fantasy had been so vivid I could almost taste her — sweet, wet, dripping for me.I wanted it so badly my hands had trembled when they touched her waist. But then I stopped. Pulled back like I’d been burned. Why? I still d
Kate's POV “Can we talk in private please?” I said to Mr. William.He just stared at me for what felt like an eternity, though it really shouldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Those storm-gray eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, making my pulse stutter and heat crawl up my neck. I felt exposed under that gaze, like he could see straight through the oversized T-shirt and shorts to the way my nipples had tightened against the fabric, to the persistent, traitorous ache still throbbing between my thighs.“Better not finish the drink or else we will have problems,” he turned to say to his friend before getting up.“Ladies first,” he gestured to me, voice low and rough.“Thanks,” I murmured, then walked toward the stairs. I could feel him following close behind, his presence heavy at my back, the faint scent of cedar and smoke wrapping around me with every step. My skin prickled with awareness, every nerve remembering how his hand had felt on my jaw last night, how his thumb had
William's POV “Are you not going to explain yourself? Are you not going to say anything as to why you left without a word?” Marcus was still pestering me.“She was there… at the concert,” I said with a low tone.“Who was?” He asked and I only gave him a look for him to understand.“Oh,” his voice became low. “Kate was at the concert?” He asked.“Yes. With her boyfriend. Let’s just say a few things happened yesterday that I don’t want to talk about right now,” I said.“I see. Well I will definitely remind you about this because I am very much curious to know what exactly happened.” He said and I just frowned slightly with my eyes fixed on my cup.He reached for a glass and poured himself a drink. After taking a shot he asked,“So is she at home? I would like to say hi,” he said in his mischievous tone.I didn’t have to respond.At that moment Kate walked through the door and my heart and spirit were set ablaze at the sight of her. It felt like I hadn’t seen her in a decade, like I had
Kate's POV It's always Mr. William. I have imagined his big hand fisted in my hair—not gentle, not careful—guiding me down onto his thick cock, stretching my lips wide, filling my mouth until tears pricked my eyes and my clit throbbed untouched. His low growl—“That’s it, good girl”—rasping against my ear while he fucked my throat slow and deep, hips rolling in controlled, deliberate thrusts.“Fuck,” I whispered into the quiet room, voice barely audible. “What has that old man done to me?”Frustration coiled tight in my chest—hot, restless, edged with shame. I rolled away from Jeremy carefully, not wanting to wake him, and slipped out of bed. My bare feet hit the carpet; the cool air kissed my thighs where the borrowed shorts had ridden up in sleep. The T-shirt clung to me—wrinkled, slightly damp from night-sweat—nipples tight and sensitive against the fabric.I stood there for a second—watching Jeremy’s back rise and fall—guilt and longing twisting together until I couldn’t breathe a
Kate's POV “Are you upset with me?” Jeremy asked, voice soft but laced with worry, his eyes searching mine like he was afraid of the answer.“No,” I said truthfully. The word came out quiet, almost gentle. I wasn’t upset with him. Not really. The anger, the hurt, the burning ache in my chest—they weren’t for Jeremy. They were for someone else entirely.“Thank you,” he breathed, relief flooding his face. “I’m so relieved. But… does that mean you believe I’m not cheating on you?”I looked at him—really looked. The earnestness in his eyes, the slight tremble in his lower lip, the way his hands hovered like he wanted to touch me but didn’t dare. He was good. Too good, maybe. Too patient. Too careful.“You’re an adult, Jeremy,” I said softly. “You know what’s best for you.”He reached for my hands again. This time I let him take them—his palms warm, slightly damp, fingers curling around mine like they were something precious. He held on like he was afraid I’d slip away.“You are best for
Kate's POV “Great. You’ve changed,” Jeremy said when I opened the door, voice low and a little rough around the edges.I nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of how his T-shirt hung loose on me—soft cotton brushing my nipples every time I moved, the hem skimming the tops of my thighs, barely covering the curve of my ass. The shorts were too big; the drawstring had slipped low on my hips, leaving a tempting strip of bare skin between fabric and shirt. I tugged at the hem self-consciously, feeling the air kiss the sensitive skin between my legs where I was still damp from the shower and my own guilty fingers.“Are you comfortable in those?” he asked, eyes tracing the line of my bare legs—slow, deliberate—before flicking back up to my face. His pupils were dark, throat working on a swallow he couldn’t hide.“Yes,” I said softly, voice catching just a little.He looked at me a beat longer—too long—gaze dropping again to where the shirt clung to the swell of my breasts, the faint outline of my ni







