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“Fuuuuck, this ass is even tighter than your pussy,” he groaned, holding still for a moment, savoring the vice-like grip. “So hot and smooth inside. I’m going to ruin this hole, Grace. I’m going to fuck it until you can’t sit down tomorrow without remembering who owns it.”He started moving — slow, deep strokes at first, then harder, faster. The wet slap of his hips against my ass grew louder. Every thrust sent jolts of dark, intense pleasure through me. His hand stayed clamped firmly over my mouth, muffling my desperate moans.“Quiet, baby,” he hissed, fucking me harder. “Take this cock up your ass like a good girl. Don’t make me punish you.”But I couldn’t stay quiet. A broken moan slipped out despite his hand.Alexei snarled and pressed his palm tighter over my mouth, nearly smothering me as he started pounding my ass with brutal, punishing strokes.“Shut the fuck up,” he growled right against my ear, his voice rough and dangerous. “You want them to hear you getting your ass reamed

Alexei stepped away smoothly, adjusting his sweatpants to hide his massive erection. I quickly turned back to the counter, pretending to chop vegetables, my face burning, legs shaking, pussy still throbbing desperately.Mom walked into the kitchen first, smiling brightly. “Oh, you two are making lunch? That’s sweet!”“Yeah,” Alexei said casually, voice perfectly normal as he grabbed a knife to help. “Grace was handling it, but I figured I’d pitch in.”Dad followed, setting down some grocery bags. “Smells good already. Need any help?”I could barely speak. My pussy was clenching around nothing, aching for the orgasm that had been ripped away. Fresh cum was slowly leaking down my inner thighs. Every small movement made me feel it.“I’m… fine,” I managed, voice slightly hoarse. “Just finishing the salad.”Under the counter, Alexei’s hand found my thigh again. He slid it higher, pushing my skirt up just enough to brush two fingers against my dripping pussy lips. I nearly dropped the knife

He started fucking my face slowly at first — deep, deliberate, merciless thrusts that forced inch after thick inch of his heavy cock down my throat. The fat head pushed past my tonsils and slid into the tight tunnel of my esophagus with every controlled stroke. I gagged hard, my throat convulsing violently around the massive invasion, but Marcus didn’t stop. He held my head firmly in place with both hands, feeding me more and more until my nose was pressed flush against his pelvis and my lips were stretched obscenely wide around the thick base of his cock.Tears streamed down my cheeks in hot rivers, mixing with the thick strings of saliva that poured from the corners of my stretched mouth and dripped onto my tits. My throat bulged visibly with every thrust, the obscene outline of his cock clearly visible in my neck as he used me like a toy.“Fuck… look at you,” Marcus groaned, his voice rough and dark with raw pleasure. “My perfect little stepdaughter on her knees choking on her step

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was wearing the shortest, thinnest sundress I owned — the pale yellow one that barely covered my ass and had thin spaghetti straps that could be shoved down in seconds. No bra. No panties. Exactly what he’d demanded.The office door was already cracked open, a warm slice of lamplight spilling into the dark hallway. I pushed it open and stepped inside.Marcus was waiting for me behind his desk, leaning back in his leather chair like a king on his throne. He’d changed into a crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong, veined forearms. His blue eyes raked over me slowly, dark and hungry.“Close the door, Haley,” he said quietly. “And lock it.”My hands shook as I obeyed. The soft click of the lock sounded final.He stood up and walked around the desk, towering over me. Without a word he reached up and loosened the silk tie from around his neck. The expensive fabric whispered as he pulled it free.“Turn around

The heavy door clicked shut behind me like a gunshot in the quiet, and every drop of saliva in my mouth dried up instantly.I stood frozen just inside the private back room of the club, the low amber lighting casting long shadows across the green felt poker table. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my teeth. Six—no, seven—men watched me. All of them cut from the same dangerous cloth: tailored black suits, heavy gold watches, faces that had seen things I didn’t want to imagine. Some lounged back with drinks in hand, others leaned forward like wolves scenting fresh blood. The air smelled of cigar smoke, expensive leather, and something sharper underneath—pure, electric anticipation.And at the head of the table sat Luca Moretti.God, he was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful. Dangerous. Magnetic. The kind of hot that made smart girls do stupid things. Black hair swept back from a sharp widow’s peak, a few strands falling loose like he’d run his fingers through it after