All Chapters of Sin-hub: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

XANDERMy eyes remained glued to the back of a familiar figure, the image that had plagued my mind. The ribbed body that had been the cause of my fucking sex dreams since he joined the fucking team. Zane Rory. New teammate, a good catch, perfect on the rink, coach’s new favourite.I watched him try to act cool and calm, distancing away from the rest of the team while I remained on the last seat in the bus. Taking a make-believe nap that really was shitty, my cock was hard. Again. It had been doing that a lot with Zane always breathing around me.The bloody eighteen-hour bus trip could have been an hour flight. Except my teammates believed, of course, they needed a joyous fun ride. I could have shoved their opinions aside. After all, I was Xander Woodsen, hockey captain. Rink god. Four-time winners of nationals since I began playing… would be five times when we won this away game.“Fuck,” I breathed out, digging the heels of my palms into my straining boner, trying to will my dick into

LAYLA The doorbell rang at seven forty-two on a Tuesday night. I was in the kitchen, eating cereal out of the box because I couldn't be bothered to find a bowl. My father was upstairs, probably still crying into his pillow. The divorce had been final for three weeks, but he hadn't stopped crying. I didn't blame him. My mother cleaned out the bank account and took the dog. Some people just knew how to leave. I heard my father's footsteps on the stairs. Heavy. Slow. He opened the front door. "Mark." "Hey, old man." I froze. That voice was Deep and Rough. Like gravel and whiskey like I leaned around the corner. Mark stood in the doorway. He was my father's best friend. Had been for twenty years. He was also the reason I started touching myself at … He was fifty-two. I was twenty-three. The age gap was disgusting. I didn't care. Mark stepped inside. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans that fit snugly against his thighs. His hair was gray at the temples. His jaw was sharp a

"Your father's coming back," he whispered pulling his cock out and shoving me under the table, plugging his cock right back into my mouth. My father's footsteps returned, I could hear him resting the ladders against the wall before walking back inside Mark shoved his cock deeper. Hit the back of my throat. I gagged. My father looked up. "You hear something?" Mark shook his head. "Just the pipes. Old house." He pushed again. Deeper. My throat stretched. My eyes watered. Mark held my head there. His cock blocking my airway. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't swallow. Saliva dripped down my chin. He pulled my head back. Let me breathe. Then shoved me down again. I gagged louder this time. Muffled. Desperate His fingers tightened in my hair. He started fucking my throat. Slow at first. Then faster. I could feel his cock in my damn throat… Could feel every vein. Every pulse. The head pressed against the back of my throat. He pulled my head back. Let me gasp. Then shoved me down again. I

ZANE My cock twitched as soon as every inch of Xander’s cock was buried deep in me. He stopped, eyes on me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and all my brain could think was—more. I wanted more. “Move harder, please,” I squirmed. Shameless. Needy. I’d wanted this. Oh, for years. I’d stalked him. Worshipped him. Jerked off at every possible minute I could to thoughts of him. And yes—finally, I had his big, fat dick in me. This was my first time. I’d fucked myself with lots of toys, yes. But this was a first—feeling a real cock plunging through my ass. “Fuck… harder…” I asked. Xander grinned like a madman, dragging out his full length and ramming it back into me with such force the bed rattled. He dragged it out again, pounding straight into me, my legs flailing off his back from the force. It was too much. I felt intense pain and absolute fucking pleasure. My head was clouded. My ass clenched every time he thrust into me, my thoughts shattering when I felt his cockh

The gentle plop of my pussy juice on hubby’s face drives me wild. “Just like that he found the leaking pipe.” I squeeze my legs and clasp his face between my knees. “Yeah— fuck…” He groans beneath me, hands on my knees as he rubs and strokes firmly. “What did he do?” He mumbles, his face gradually getting soaked from my leaking pussy. “Oh, Ben.” I groan and rock my pussy in the air as if sitting on his face and riding him like a bicycle. “He slaps my fucking cunt.” I jerk, remembering how the ripples from the plumber’s hand send me dancing in the air.“Hmm,” he squeezes my knees and gently guides me above me. “Tell me, what did you do to the naughty man?”My body is on the edge. When I look down to see his face under the dim blue light, coated in my precum, I lose everything. “When you smack a bruised pipe…” I collapse, almost leveling his favorite lips right on top of him, my muscles go rigid from the intense wriggling, I grab the sides of his face and rock my ass forward in line