บททั้งหมดของ 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lines That Shouldn’t Be CrossedETHAN Calloway had always lived in the shadow of his father’s legacy. Wealth. Power. Influence. And rivalry.Across town, the Marlowes were the opposite side of the battlefield: rich, untouchable, and always in competition. Deals, politics, social events— everything was war. And yet, Ethan had never imagined that the war could get so personal.Until he saw her.Sophia Marlowe was young, striking, and utterly unaware of the world she had just stepped into. At twenty-two, she was poised to inherit her family’s media empire— but she was also carefree, rebellious, and curious.They met at a charity gala. Ethan’s presence was commanding. Broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed, eyes like tempered steel. He had the sort of confidence that could make a man forget his manners and a woman forget her caution.She approached him to discuss a mutual sponsorship, unaware of the current rivalry between their families. And he noticed her immediately— not just her beauty,

Two Pussies In One House IIAN hour later, Rachel had left for school, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a satisfied flush still lingering on her cheeks. Romi stood by the kitchen island, flipping pancakes, the scent of blueberries and maple syrup filling the air. She wore a silk robe, tied loosely at her waist, her bare legs peeking out from beneath. Kamil walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Romi giggled, leaning back into his embrace. “Morning, sleepyhead. Pancakes are almost ready. Rachel just left.” She turned in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You look… invigorated this morning.” Her eyes, sharp and knowing, searched his. He smirked, a glint in his eye. “I had a very… interesting start to my day.” His hand slid under her robe, finding the warm curve of her ass. He squeezed gently. She purred, a low sound in her throat. “Oh? T

Filing Aunty Up II“YOU like this, Auntie?” Harper asked, his voice rough with exertion, his hips slamming into hers. “You like my cock inside you?” “Yes! Oh, God, yes!” Deena cried, her voice hoarse, her hips bucking to meet his every thrust. Her orgasm was building, a tidal wave threatening to engulf her. The combined sensations, the sucking on her nipple, the rough handling of her breasts, the fingers still teasing her clit, and Harper’s relentless pounding, were pushing her over the edge. “Fuck me harder, Harper! Fuck me!” she screamed, her body convulsing. With one final, powerful thrust, Harper emptied himself deep inside her, groaning as he came. Deena’s body shuddered, her own orgasm exploding around his cock, waves of pleasure rippling through her, her muscles clenching, milking him dry. Her legs gave out, and she would have collapsed if Harper hadn't held her tight. He pulled out, his cock dripping, leaving her pussy aching and slick. “My turn,” the broad one announced, a

The AllowanceISABELLA King had never been told no.Not once in her twenty years.She was the kind of girl who moved through the world like it was designed for her- glossy hair, lazy smile, top of her class when she bothered to show up.She wasn’t cruel.She was simply… accustomed.Accustomed to attention. Accustomed to privilege. Accustomed to getting what she wanted.Until her father died and the money vanished.The world shifted under her feet.Suddenly, she was the broke girl at an expensive university, with her tuition overdue, her landlord threatening eviction, and a scholarship hanging by a thread.And Isabella discovered something she had never experienced before:Want.Want that wasn’t automatically satisfied.Want that frightened her.The email came in the middle of the night:> **PRIVATE DINNER – DONORS RECEPTION**> Scholarship candidates only.Isabella almost deleted it.Then she noticed the name at the bottom:Alexander Vale.She had heard the rumors.Vale was a tech bil

Punished By My Best friend's father IIHE rose, his gaze never leaving hers, and unzipped his fly. His cock, thick and heavy, sprang free, already hard and engorged, a dark vein pulsing along its length. It was bigger than she’d imagined, intimidating in its raw power. She swallowed hard, her eyes wide. He pulled her close again, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly. Her legs, still weak from her orgasm, wrapped around his waist almost instinctively. He guided his cock to her entrance, its head slick with her own wetness. “Look at me, Camille,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Look at what you’ve done.” She met his gaze, her eyes still hazy with pleasure and a rising anticipation. He pushed, slowly, deliberately. The head of his cock stretched her, a tight, burning sensation that quickly turned into a deep, fulfilling pressure. She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing around him. He eased further in, inch by agonizing inch, until his thick shaft was buried deep insid