What Happens In The Ending Of Sharing My Gay Husband'S Ass: Spoiled Twink?

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his c**k—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f***s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole. ** This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and c*m, red rooms equipped for flo****g, bo***ge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gr**ic, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a**-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

"Fuck… so wet," he groans. "Listen to that greedy little cunt sucking me in." I reach back between my legs with one shaking hand, fingers slipping through my dripping pussy to rub frantic circles over my swollen clit while he fucks me harder. *** What happens when the wrong twin touches you exactly the right way? Ciara has spent years craving passion her husband never gives. One night, in the dark, she gets it—fingers, lips, release so intense she sees stars. Only it wasn’t Simon. It was Cain. The twin she never knew existed. The one who’s rougher and hungrier. For seven years, Cain watched Ciara from the shadows—his brother’s perfect wife, the woman he could never have until the night she mistook him for Simon… and begged for more. Now he’s moved in and the mansion feels smaller every day. She tells herself it’s wrong, she tells herself to stop but when the lights go out and the house is quiet… …her body remembers who made her cum alive.

NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah.   A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss.   Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le.   I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere.   Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.”   “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed.   “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?”   _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings

In a world where power and pleasure collide, dominant men from every walk of life claim the men who crave their control. From the ruthless Alpha werewolf and his loyal Beta, to the strict college professor and his tempting student, the arrogant doctor with his curious patient, the prison warden who breaks every rule with his inmate and lot more... each forbidden pair fights against society, duty, and their own hearts while surrendering to raw, unrelenting passion. But behind the scorching nights of knotting, breeding, domination, and ecstasy lies deeper struggle: secrets that could destroy careers, jealous rivals, dangerous family expectations, and the constant fear of being exposed. Every intense encounter brings them closer… or threatens to tear them apart forever. This never-ending MXM saga blends filthy, kinky, no-limits s*x with real emotional stakes, slow-burn tension, and addictive plot twists. New arcs and professions added regularly. Warning: Extremely explicit. For 18+ only.

When Ronan agrees to an arranged marriage with the daughter of an allied Mafia family, he expects a life of convenience and duty. But everything changes when he meets Liam—his new brother-in-law. Liam has always known he's gay, but falling for his sister's husband was never part of the plan. Caught between family expectations and personal desires, the line between right and wrong starts to fade. In the confines of shared spaces and stolen glances, an undeniable attraction grows. But with so much at stake, can they resist the pull of forbidden love especially when it comes with intense pleasure?

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?