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I sat across from him with my knees together and his cum locked inside me.The plug shifted every time I breathed. Four men in suits took the chairs along the glass, talking margins, a waterfront bid, something Callum’s new firm wanted a piece of. None of them looked at me longer than a polite second. Roman had introduced me as a consultant. The coat stayed belted. Under it I was bare, bitten, and so full I had to focus on a point past his shoulder or I would have made a sound.He didn’t look at me either. That was worse. He spoke in the same low voice he had used when he told me to clench, and every time he said the word hold I felt it.My phone buzzed in the coat pocket against my thigh. I didn’t take it out. I already knew the name.Halfway through the meeting Roman stood, came around the desk, and set a folder in front of me. His hand stayed on the back of my chair. Two fingers dropped, hidden by the leather, and pressed the base of the plug through the coat. A slow push. I swallo

LenaThe cabin only had one room left.Mom said it like it was nothing, waving a hand while she carried grocery bags past me. “You and Cole can share. It’s just a few nights. The other rooms are full.”Cole looked at me over the top of his car. He’d driven up separate. He always did. Twenty-six, taller than I remembered, jaw sharper, the same black hoodie he used to wear when he still lived at home. We hadn’t been under the same roof in two years. Not since the fight that made our parents stop trying to force family dinners.“Fine,” he said.It wasn’t fine.The room was at the end of the hall. One bed. Queen size. A dresser, a window that faced the trees, and not enough floor space to make a second bed out of blankets without everyone hearing me move them. I stood in the doorway with my bag and felt him stop behind me.“I’ll take the floor,” I said.“Don’t be stupid.” He dropped his duffel. “It’s cold. Get in the bed.”I changed in the bathroom down the hall. Shorts and a tank. No bra

He woke up hard.I felt it before I was fully awake, the thick press of him against my ass, his hand already between my thighs checking how much of last night was still in me. His fingers came away slick. He pushed them back in, slow, and I clenched around them on instinct.“Morning,” he said against my neck. “Open.”I opened my legs. He didn’t bother with more prep. He lined up and sank into the mess he’d left, one long stroke that shoved a broken sound out of me and into the pillow. I was sore. Swollen. Still full. He felt all of it and groaned, hips flush to my ass, cock buried to the root.“Fuck, you’re creamy. Kept it all night like I told you.”He started to move. Not the frantic pace from last night. Deep, grinding strokes that pushed his old cum out around his cock and down onto the sheet. Every thrust rocked the bed. I bit the pillow and took it, one hand fisted in the covers, the other reaching back to grip his thigh. He caught my wrist and pinned it to the mattress.“Stay q

He kept the lamp on.I locked the door and he was already naked on the bed, cock hard in his fist, watching me strip. No rushing to the dark this time. He wanted to see it. I climbed over him and he caught my hips, dragged me down, and pushed into me in one long stroke that made us both groan. I was swollen from three days of him. Slick with everything he’d already left. He bottomed out and held me there, hands bruising my waist, eyes on where we were joined.“Ride it,” he said. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock with the light on. No hiding.”I moved. Slow at first, then harder when he slapped my ass and told me to stop teasing. The wet sound was loud. Every time I dropped, his cum from earlier squelched out around him and ran down his balls onto the sheet. He watched it happen, jaw tight, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple while the other stayed on my clit, rubbing in tight circles.“Look at you. Soaked. Messy. Taking it like you’ve been waiting all trip for me to sto

I stayed in my room until the garage went quiet.When I finally came downstairs, Mom was on the couch with a glass of wine and Mason was at the kitchen counter eating leftover pizza like he hadn’t just bent me over my dresser and filled me. He looked up when I walked in. His eyes dropped to my shorts for half a second, then back to my face. I felt the slow leak of him every time I moved.“Pizza’s still warm,” he said.“Not hungry.”Mom glanced between us. “You two fighting again?”“No,” Mason answered before I could. “She’s just being weird. Usual.”I grabbed a bottle of water and left before my face gave me away. Upstairs I locked the door, shoved a towel between my legs, and tried not to think about the way he’d looked at me in the kitchen. Like he already owned the next four days.He texted at eleven.Garage. Ten minutes. Don’t make me come get you.I stared at the screen. The friends were gone. Mom had gone to bed an hour ago. I could ignore it. I put on a hoodie over nothing and