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ROXETTEThe line went dead.I stood frozen on the sidewalk, phone still pressed to my ear like a lifeline, the afternoon sun suddenly too bright, too hot. My cheeks burned. My skin felt electric. Every inch of me flushed and tingling like I’d been struck by lightning and left smoking.Oh my god.Five thousand dollars. His voice saying “you are my exclusive prostitute.” The way he’d dropped that velvet command and then just… hung up.Heat pooled low in my belly, thick and insistent. My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it only made it worse. I was wet again. Just from a phone call. From his words. From the memory of his cock buried so deep inside me while Diana stood right outside the door.“What the hell is wrong with me?”I should have been furious. I should have been dialing him back to scream that I wasn’t for sale. Instead my body was betraying me, nipples tight under my hoodie, pulse throbbing between my legs like it remembered every thrust, every growl, every “baby gi

ROXETTEI stayed in my room for more than three hours.The anger didn’t fade— it just settled into a heavy, burning knot in my chest. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the cracked wall, replaying every word my mother had said, every pathetic excuse, every time she chose her boyfriends over me. The apartment was quiet now, but I could still hear the echo of broken glass and the debt collectors’ threats.Fifty thousand dollars.The number wouldn’t leave me alone. Tomorrow they will come back. And the day after that. And the day after that. Until they took everything we had left.I couldn’t just sit here and wait.My fingers hovered over my phone. Shame crawled up my throat, but the fear of what would happen if I did nothing was stronger. I typed the message before I could talk myself out of it.[Can I serve you tonight?]I stared at the screen, heart hammering. Ten minutes later, a reply came.[Unit 4501, The Grand Residences, Bonifacio]It was an address Chandler had sent me. J

ROXETTEChandler stood towering above me, the black silk robe hanging loosely on his powerful frame. His steel-gray eyes darkened with satisfaction as he looked down at me.“Yes, Daddy…” I whispered, voice trembling but obedient. “I’m kneeling down now.”A low, approving rumble escaped his chest.“Good girl.”The praise sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. My nipples tightened painfully against my bra. I was already soaked, thighs slick under the short skirt.Oh gods… why does that sound so good?Chandler’s hand moved slowly, tugging the fabric of his robe aside just enough to free his massive erection. It sprang out heavy and thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum, veins standing out along the impressive length. It was even bigger than I remembered. More intimidating, dominant, pulsing with need right in front of my face.My mouth went dry.I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively as heat flooded between my legs. “Suck it,” he ordered, voice low and

ROXETTE“Daddy!!” My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. I screamed, body convulsing hard, my pussy clamping down around his thick cock in rhythmic, powerful spasms. “I’m coming… ahh! So good! Daddy… I’m coming so hard on your cock!”My vision whited out. My knees buckled, but Chandler’s strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as he fucked me straight through every pulsing wave, his own deep groans mixing with my broken, sobbing moans.He didn’t stop.Even as the first orgasm began to fade, he kept pounding into me, long, powerful strokes that dragged against every oversensitive nerve inside me. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into my drenched pussy filled the room.“Ahh—! Too much… nngghh… Daddy… I just came…” I whimpered, trembling and oversensitive, but he only drove deeper, grinding against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.His lips returned to my ear, breath hot and ragged as he whispered seductively, “You’re going to come again for m

CHANDLERRoxette’s body finally went limp against me, her head dropping heavy onto my shoulder as the last violent tremors of her final orgasm faded away. Her breathing was soft, ragged, completely wrecked. She had passed out right there in my arms, still pressed up against the cool glass with my thick cock buried deep inside her soaked pussy.A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at my lips.“Good girl.”I held her there a moment longer, savoring the way her cunt kept fluttering weakly around me even while she was unconscious. My cum was still leaking out of her in thick, slow drips, running down her trembling thighs and onto the marble floor beneath us. The sight sent a dark pulse of pleasure straight through my chest.She was mine now.Completely. Irrevocably.I finally eased out of her with a wet sound, catching her before she could slump down. I lifted her easily in my arms, cradling her small, spent frame against my chest as I carried her over to the bed. She looked so damn fragile li