Enceinte Ps5

Welcome to P*rnstation. No plot. No sweetness. No fade-to-black. Just raw, dripping, filthy s*x that will leave you soaking and aching for more. From massive c*cks stretching tight holes to messy cream-filled endings, each story in this collection is designed to make you cum as you read. If you’re ready for wall-slamming f*cks, obscene dirty talk, and shameless pleasure that never stops, this is your station. One-handed reading highly recommended.

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

Drugged. Framed. Betrayed. Petra Hudson thought the worst night of her life ended when she escaped a trap set by her husband and Vanessa Shaw - his sidechick. Instead, it left her divorced, penniless, and fighting alone to save her comatose mother. When a one-night encounter with a mysterious stranger leaves her unexpectedly pregnant, Petra's shattered world is turned upside down once again. But the stranger isn't just any man. He is Benjamin Shaw—the ruthless billionaire CEO, the most powerful man in the country, and a man believed to be sterile. “You don't have to worry or take pills. You won't get pregnant." Benjamin assures her. “Because I’m sterile.” But two months later, after she is divorced and struggling to take care of her mom at the hospital, Petra discovers she’s pregnant. And not for anyone else. For the same Benjamin Shaw – the same billionaire thought to be sterile. It turns out to be a twist of fate. The same Benjamin Shaw is Vanessa’s adopted father. Now, with Petra carrying his child – the now heir to the Shaw empire, Vanessa is bound to lose everything.

“You’re pregnant.” Gawin looked at the doctor and then blinked once, twice and then sighed. “I’m being serious here Doc, I’m an Alpha and it can’t be possible.” *******. Gawin and Joss grew up as close friends fighting against their parents’ deep hatred. Everything fell apart the day each thought the other betrayed them. Now they are bitter racing rivals who crave to destroy one another on the track. When Joss skips his enigma suppressants and his heat explodes, he pins a girl against the wall. Gawin rushes in to stop the assault and gets dragged into the darkness instead. Despite their hatred, Gawin has hidden a burning crush for years. Joss’ thick, dominant pheromones turn his legs weak and his skin hot with need. In the black room they tear into each other with angry, raw, wet s*x, crossing every line in messy thrusts and desperate moans. Joss doesn’t know whose tight heat he is claiming so hard, but the pleasure is unforgettable. One night of filthy passion forces them to face their old pain. Hate melts into scorching desire, but such secrets never stay buried, especially when the rival Alpha ends up carrying the Enigma’s child.

My wife had risen through the ranks of the Confidential Bureau, becoming its youngest team leader—all thanks to the "voice" of the baby boy in her womb, who could somehow identify traitors from within. When the holidays came, I went to visit her. But the moment I arrived, I heard the voice of that unborn child in her belly. "Ah, it's Bad Daddy! He's the one who's been secretly selling off the core technology!" I froze, stunned. Before I could even speak, my wife raised her gun and fired. The bullet tore through my shoulder. "Who did you sell the technology to? Talk!" Through the searing pain, I struggled to explain. "I don't even know what technology you're talking about. How could I possibly—" Her expression turned glacial. Without a word, she lifted the gun again and pulled the trigger, blowing my head apart. "Mommy is amazing! Bad Daddy is finally gone. The stolen data is all hidden on that USB drive." Even as I died, I couldn't understand how I had become a traitor. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the visit. This time, I took the initiative. I pulled out the USB drive and handed it to my wife. "If this is the evidence you want," I said, "go ahead, shoot me."

What is supposed to be a simple escort job turns into a fight for their very survival as Tristan, Rebecca, and Bailey are forced into the smoking ruins of mankind after an alien invasion. Can they survive a wasteland filled with infected, bandits, and aliens? *Inspired by The Last of Us*