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LILA POVHe kept his word.The next evening he picked me up in the black car I had never noticed before. No phone. No bag. Only the soft dress he told me to wear and the knowledge that I would not be home until Sunday night. My mother thought I was on a silent retreat with the youth group. The lie tasted like sin on my tongue the entire drive.We left the city behind. Trees thickened on both sides of the road. The further we went the quieter everything became until the only sound was the low hum of the engine and my own heartbeat. He did not speak much. One hand stayed on the wheel. The other rested high on my bare thigh, thumb stroking slow circles that kept me wet and restless the entire way.The cabin sat alone at the end of a long dirt path. No neighbors. No lights from other houses. Just dense woods and the kind of silence that made every breath feel louder.He parked, turned off the engine, and looked at me.“Once we go inside you do not leave until I say. You do not put clothes

LILA POVMorning light slipped through the thin curtains and found us still tangled together.I woke to the feel of his mouth on my shoulder and his cock already hard against the back of my thigh. He did not speak. He simply lifted my leg, guided himself between my folds, and pushed in from behind in one slow, deep thrust. I was still sore from the night before. Every inch burned in a way that made my breath catch. He held me tightly against his chest and fucked me with long, deliberate strokes, as if he was trying to memorize the exact shape of me.“Last time in this bed,” he murmured against my ear. “Take all of it.”I did. I pushed back to meet every thrust, fingers gripping the sheets, letting the pleasure build until it spilled over in a quiet, shaking orgasm. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling me one final time. We stayed joined while the light grew stronger. His hand rested over my heart. I could feel both of our pulses racing and then slowly calming.Even

SOPHIE POVI left the T-shirt on the floor just inside his bedroom door.My heart was still racing from the kitchen. My thighs were slick. Every step across the dark carpet felt like I was walking deeper into something I could never undo. The big bed dominated the room. King-sized. Dark sheets. The faint scent of his cologne hung in the air.I climbed onto the mattress naked and sat on my knees in the center, waiting. The minutes stretched. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers inside me. My clit throbbed. I pressed my thighs together and tried to breathe.The door opened.Nathan stepped inside and closed it quietly behind him. He didn’t turn on the light. The hallway glow was enough. His eyes moved over my naked body slowly, thoroughly, like he was deciding exactly how he was going to take me apart.“Good girl,” he said, voice low. “You listen.”He unbuttoned his shirt while he walked toward the bed, shrugging it off and letting it fall. The hard lines of his chest and stomach

SOPHIE POVBreakfast was torture.I sat at the kitchen island in one of Mia’s old hoodies and a pair of shorts, thighs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the slow, sticky slide of Nathan’s cum still leaking out of me. Every shift on the stool sent a fresh reminder between my legs. My best friend sat across from me, hair messy from sleep, scrolling through her phone and complaining about her hangover like it was any other morning.Nathan moved around the kitchen in dark sweatpants and a T-shirt, making coffee and scrambling eggs like he hadn’t spent the last twelve hours burying himself inside me. Every time he passed behind me, his fingers trailed once across the small of my back—light, proprietary, invisible to Mia.“You okay, Soph?” Mia asked, squinting at me. “You’re quiet.”“Just tired,” I said. My voice sounded almost normal. “Late night.”Nathan set a plate in front of me. His eyes met mine for half a second. The look in them said he knew exactly how late, and exactly ho

SOPHIE POVI stayed naked on his lap for almost an hour.Nathan worked like I wasn’t even there at first—one hand on the mouse, the other resting heavy on my bare thigh, thumb stroking slow circles that never quite reached where I needed him. Every few minutes his cock would twitch against me, thickening, and he would shift me slightly so the head rubbed through my slick folds without ever pushing in. The teasing was deliberate. Cruel. Perfect.My skin felt too tight. My clit throbbed. I tried to stay still like he had told me to, but small, helpless movements kept betraying me. Each time I squirmed he would tighten his grip on my thigh in warning.“Be still,” he murmured without looking away from the screen. “You’re not in control here.”I bit my lip and forced myself to stop moving. His cock was fully hard now, hot and heavy between my legs. A slow trickle of my own wetness had already dampened the front of his jeans. He noticed. Of course he noticed.He saved whatever document he w