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When we came back to the den they would take me right there on the grass outside, all five of them, knots locking, teeth sinking in, cum filling me until I could barely walk. One evening the heat came back stronger than usual. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the den and begged without shame. The pack surrounded me instantly. Thorne lifted me and impaled me on his cock while Jax pushed into my ass. The others took my mouth and hands. They fucked me for hours under the firelight, knots swelling and popping, blood shared from fresh bites, my screams echoing off the walls. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My belly felt full and heavy. My skin glowed with sweat and cum a

He questioned and I nodded violently. He pulled the vibrator away and I let out a shaky sob as I collapsed against the floor, my body trembling from being edged and overstimulated. “I don't like condoms.” He muttered and I chuckled, propping myself up to my knees again. “I hate them too. Just fuck me raw.” I whispered and he placed soft kisses on my ass cheeks while I wiggled on his face. I felt the tip of his cock rub against my wet pussy and I moaned just from the feeling as he hissed in pleasure.

Heat coils tighter and tighter in my core. I’m lost in the sensations, body writhing on the sheets. The ghostly touch feels everywhere at once—hands gripping my hips to hold me steady, mouth sucking and licking my breasts, fingers pumping relentlessly inside me. A third sensation joins, like a tongue flicking rapidly over my clit while the fingers continue thrusting. The combination is devastating. Pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, my thighs trembling, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the invading fingers.

’ My pussy clenches just by reading it, a rush of heat pooling between my legs. 7:15 PM, The cab ride to the hotel is pure torture. I'm in a simple black dress—short, very clingy, no bra, no panties underneath. My nipples harden against the dress, and I press my thighs together to ease the ache. Every bump in the road sends jolts through me, making my mind flash to memories of him. That first gym session, his thumbs on my hips. The office fucks, desk creaking under us. I bite my lip and slip my hand under my dress for a quick touch. My pussy is already wet and swollen. God, I need him.

Why do I feel like a piece of meat? "A man broke into the shop while I was there, and we came here so I could give my statement." They both look at Sherri in shock. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did Jon say?" Melinda asks. "I'm fine. I shot him in the kneecap, and Jon doesn't know yet. I'm going to call him when we sit down. If you could give us the special, I would appreciate it." Sherri says as she leads me to a small corner booth in the back. There aren't many people here, so it's quiet. Once we're seated, I move toward the center of the booth, and she does the same. We're a few inches apart, yet I can feel the heat from her body as though we're touching. Sherri pulls out her phone

Coming from him while his hands were on me like this, so close to the edge of my shorts, it made my face burn hot and my stomach flip. I shifted on the bench, trying to ignore how my panties were already soaked from the run but getting wetter by the second for a completely different reason now. The fabric between my legs felt slick and clingy, my pussy throbbing every time his fingers moved higher. His palms smoothed up again, slower this time, thumbs spreading out along the inside of my thigh until the tips of his fingers slipped just under the hem of my shorts. Then one thick finger brushed right along the edge of my panties, grazing the soaked cotton that was plastered against my swollen

The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts. The way he said my name, his scent; he smelled of sawdust, sweet and somehow masculine—when he passed me in the hallway. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him like this. But God, I was. My hand slid down my stomach, fingertips brushing the soft skin just above my mound. I was already wet, I could feel the slick heat between my thighs even before I touched myself. With a slow breath, I parted my legs a little wider, the cool breeze kissing my exposed pussy. My fingers dipped lower, gliding over my swollen lips, parting them gently.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

Some dripped down onto my shorts. Then he lowered me slowly, breathing rough. The closet smelled like sex and sweat. My back stayed pressed to the wall, my tank top twisted above my tits, my shorts bunched around one ankle. His cum cooled on my stomach in thick streaks, some of it sliding lower toward my freshly fucked cunt. I could feel the mess between my thighs, my pussy still twitching from the orgasm he’d forced out of me. My legs shook when I tried to stand straight.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.