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THREE DAYS WITH MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

I was already soaked before I typed the first word.The lace of my black lingerie clung to the wet heat between my thighs, the thin fabric darkened and sticky where my pussy had been dripping for the last twenty minutes. My bedroom was dark except for the blue glow of my phone. Outside, the campus was quiet. Inside, I was alone with the only man who had ever lived rent-free in every filthy corner of my mind.Dominic.My brother’s best friend.My obsession since I was sixteen and he was already a man who looked at me like he knew exactly what I would sound like when I came.I opened his WhatsApp chat just to stare at his profile picture while my free hand slipped under the waistband of my lingerie. His face filled the screen—dark eyes, the small scar near his left eyebrow, the mouth I had imagined between my legs more times than I could count. The sight of him alone made my clit throb. I pushed two fingers through my folds and found myself embarrassingly wet, the slick sound of it loud

Three Days with My Brother’s Best Friend(2)

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat. I scrambled upright, fingers still shiny and sticky, staring at the screen like it might explode. The dots bounced. Vanished. Bounced again. My stomach dropped through the floor. I watched them for what felt like an eternity, every second stretching into something sharp and unbearable. He was reading it. He was reading every filthy word I had written about him fucking me, owning me, making me come on his cock while calling me his dirty little secret.The dots stopped.Nothing came through.I waited.One minute.Three.Five.Still nothing.I almost gave in to the urge to type an apology, a lie, anything—wrong chat, ignore that, I’m so sorry—but my hands were shaking too hard. Instead I locked the phone, threw it face-down on the pillow, and sat there in the dark with my lingerie still pushed to the side and Dominic’s name burning behind my eyes.He never replied.Three months passed like a slow, private punishment.I told

Three Days with My Brother’s Best Friend(3)

The silence stretched until my brother cleared his throat.“I’m gonna finish packing,” he said, already heading toward the hallway. “You two catch up. Dom, make sure she eats something. She’s been living on caffeine and stress.”The bedroom door clicked shut behind him.Dominic still hadn’t looked away from me.I could feel every inch of the space between us. The apartment felt smaller than it had thirty seconds ago. His sweatpants sat low enough that a strip of skin showed above the waistband when he shifted his weight. The dark shirt clung to the hard lines of his chest, still damp from the gym. He smelled like clean sweat and whatever soap he used—something sharp and expensive that had lived in the back of my mind for years.I opened my mouth. Nothing useful came out.He took one step closer.Then another.My back met the edge of the kitchen counter before I realized I’d moved. He stopped just short of touching me, close enough that I had to tip my head up to hold his eyes. Up clos

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I stood under the spray longer than I needed to.The water ran hot over my shoulders, down my back, between my legs. I kept my hands on the tiled wall and forced myself not to touch. Every time my fingers twitched toward my clit I heard his voice again—if you do, I’m coming in—and the threat alone made me wetter.When I finally stepped out, the bathroom mirror was fogged. I wiped a clear streak with my palm and stared at my own flushed face. My nipples were still tight. My thighs pressed together like they could hide how empty I felt.I pulled on one of my brother’s old T-shirts and a clean pair of underwear. Nothing else. The shirt hit mid-thigh. I left the bathroom door open the way he’d told me to and walked into the guest room.The lamp on the nightstand was already on. The bed was made. The door to the hallway stood wide.I sat on the edge of the mattress and listened.Quiet footsteps moved somewhere in the apartment. A cabinet closed. Then silence again.I lay back against the p

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Morning light cut across the guest-room floor in thin gold strips.I woke to the ache between my legs and the memory of him still inside me. The door stood open exactly as he’d left it. My brother’s T-shirt was twisted around my waist. The sheets smelled like sex and Dominic’s skin.I sat up slowly. My thighs felt sticky. When I shifted, a dull, satisfying soreness reminded me exactly how hard he’d taken me.Footsteps in the hallway.Dominic appeared in the doorway already dressed in black joggers and a dark hoodie, hair still damp from a shower. He leaned against the frame the same way he had the night before and looked at me like he was cataloguing every mark he’d left.“Breakfast is on the counter,” he said. “Eat. Then come find me.”He turned and walked away before I could answer.I pulled on clean underwear and the same oversized shirt, then followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen. He’d made eggs again. Toast. A glass of water sitting next to the plate like an order. I ate

DADDY'S FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

I hadn’t seen Hazel in three years.The last time I laid eyes on my best friend’s daughter she was eighteen, all long legs and skimpy little outfits that barely covered anything. She was always brushing against me—accidental hip bumps in the hallway, soft tits pressing into my arm when she reached past me for something, fingers “accidentally” grazing the front of my jeans like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. I told myself it was harmless. Teenager testing boundaries. Nothing more.Then came the night Cane and his wife took her on that weekend trip. House empty. I invited Rita over. She was already riding me on the living-room couch, tits bouncing, cunt gripping my cock like a fist, when the front door opened. I expected a scream. Hands over eyes. Panic. Maybe even a call to her parents.Hazel just stood there in the doorway.Wild eyes. Flushed cheeks. Watching every filthy second like she couldn’t look away. Rita noticed her, pulled off me with an awkward laugh, and scramb

Daddy's Forbidden Obsession(2)

I couldn’t stay.The second I closed the door to the guest room I knew it. My cock was still half-hard from the kitchen, throbbing every time I replayed the way her tits had brushed my chest, the way her fingers had traced the outline of me like she already owned it. I grabbed my travel bag and started shoving shit back inside. My place would be finished tomorrow. Until then I’d book a hotel. Anywhere. Just not here. Not under the same roof as her.I yanked the zipper.It caught.I yanked harder. The metal teeth refused to close, jamming halfway like the bag itself had decided to fuck me over. I’d dragged this same black case through airports and hotel rooms for three years without a single problem. Of course it chose tonight—right when I was trying to run from the one person I should never touch—to finally give out.“Fuck.”I didn’t waste time fighting it. I hauled the half-open bag over my shoulder and headed downstairs. One a.m. The living room lights were still on. Cane sat on the

Daddy's Forbidden Obsession(3)

I woke up with her soft body curled against mine.Hazel’s head was on my chest, one leg thrown over my hip, her bare tits pressed warm against my side. Soft morning light slipped through the curtains and caught in her hair. She looked so peaceful—lips slightly parted, lashes dark against her cheeks, the faintest little smile still on her mouth like she was dreaming something filthy. Something about the quiet rise and fall of her breathing made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to name.Fuck.I hoped to God I wasn’t falling for my best friend’s daughter.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it carefully so I wouldn’t wake her. One message from the renovation crew:Apartment’s finished. You can move in whenever.I shoved the phone under the pillow and turned back to her.Even in sleep her pussy was dripping. I slid my hand between her thighs, parted her soft lips, and pushed one thick finger inside. She was still soaked from last night—hot, silky, and clenching around

Daddy's Forbidden Obsession(4)

She came downstairs almost an hour later.I was leaning against the wall by the front door, arms crossed, watching the clock. When she finally appeared I let a slow smirk pull at my mouth.“I gave you thirty minutes.”Hazel rolled her eyes, but there was heat behind it. “Thirty minutes is not enough for a woman to get ready, Daddy.”She had changed into a short black dress that clung to every curve and almost nothing underneath. I didn’t answer. I just opened the door and led her to the car.The drive to my newly finished apartment was quiet, thick with the kind of tension that made my cock stay half-hard the entire way. She kept glancing at me, thighs pressed together, already restless. I kept my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel, because if I touched her before we got there I wasn’t going to stop.The second the door to my place closed behind us I took her straight to the room at the end of the hall. The one I had almost torn out during the renovation… and then decided to k

OBSESSED WITH MY ROOMMATE'S BROTHER

“Absolutely not, Jennifer. Your brother is not staying here.”Jennifer stood with her hands on her hips, suitcase half-zipped on the couch. “His roof is leaking, Vic. What do you want him to do, sleep in a puddle? He’s just annoying, not contagious.”“Annoying is putting it mildly. He walks around like he owns every room he’s in, and the last time he crashed here he left his gym clothes on the bathroom floor for three days. I am not living with that energy again.”“He’s my brother.”“And this is my apartment too.”The front door opened without a knock.Speak of the devil.Maddox stepped inside, duffel bag hanging from one hand, the other pushing the door shut behind him. Rain still clung to the dark waves of his hair. He looked like he’d walked straight out of every bad decision I’d ever almost made.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat.Why the fuck did he always have to look like that? The kind of face that made you believe in mathematics—perfect angles, s

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