Control Freaks Book Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

4. PREYE We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier. Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.

What will happen when the one they control becomes the one they can’t control? Get ready for chapter 10

he promised, determination evident in his tone. Hideous offered him a grateful nod. "Thank you, Mr. Park. We need to act swiftly to contain this situation." Mr. Park's fingers started to dance over the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen, as he opened the email from Sherly's underworld account. He really felt that this third child of his boss, the only woman, was much more fearful than the first two. When Mr. Park was busy downloading the document, as soon as the email was downloaded, it vanished without a trace, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

I clenched my fists, letting the calculated calm return, burying the ripple of frustration and distraction beneath layers of discipline. I returned to my desk, the monitors reflecting in my eyes. The same movements, the same gaps, replayed endlessly. Every frame a question, every pause a challenge. Whoever had orchestrated this knew the system, knew me—or at least thought they did. I would test them. I would force them into exposure. “Control was fragile,” I murmured almost to myself, my fingers tracing the edge of the notebook. “One wrong move, and everything would crumble.” But I would not crumble. Not now, not ever.

"She brought me the flash drive, and after a while it exploded on its own." Kevin's explanation received a strange response from his assistant. "Isn't your room restricted today so that people can't enter it while you're not there?" It's not often that Kevin's room is deliberately restricted from entry, usually even though Kevin is traveling the room is entered by assistants, OBs, or some other staff who have an interest in entering. But this time it was deliberately restricted. "I just remembered about that," Kevin said rubbing his forehead after monitoring the golf ball that was knocked far away by his shot. "Glena was surprised too. The explosion wasn't very big, but if I had been hit by