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She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

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—*ALISON*— I know I sound crazy for asking Santa for a ‘good fuck’ for Christmas, but right now, it’s the only thing I want. It’s been ten months since my last breakup, and all that time my body has been craving release. I'm so pent up it’s starting to drive me insane. When I get really horny, I use my sex toys but they barely do anything anymore. They don’t satisfy me or make me cum. I need something real—flesh, thick and warm.

"Yes, fuck me... harder..." Sweat beads on my skin. The room smells like sex, musk, and strawberries, and I imagine hands on me, not mine, just rough palms gripping my thighs and spreading me wider. A mouth on my neck, biting, and damn it, it's Alex's face again. His voice in my ear: "You like that, don't you?" I shake my head, but the fantasy pushes me higher with faster thrusts now, vibrators on medium. My clit begs for attention, so I free one hand and rub it furiously.

"Okay, have your seat, and what brings you here?" "My eighteenth!" Anna grinned. "Ah! Yeah! It's in two weeks time" Faye laughed. "What would you like as a present?" Anna pouted, " I want to move in with my boyfriend" Faye sighed. Deep down they both knew even though their parents are alive, Daylan ruled over his baby sister like a prison warden. Even though Anna was finally eighteen, Faye knew that it would not matter to daylan even if she was twenty he would never allow his baby sister move in with a man.

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

Alex fucked her harder, leaning down to kiss her passionately. “This is mine now,” he growled, pounding into her. “This pussy is mine. Say it.” “It’s yours, Alex,” she gasped, nails digging into his back. “All yours.” He fucked her through another orgasm, then pulled out and flipped her over, taking her from behind. His hand fisted in her hair as he slammed into her, the new angle hitting even deeper. Elena was lost in pleasure. The taboo of fucking her husband’s son on his expensive sofa only heightened every sensation. She came again, clenching around his cock.

Every time I looked at her face I wondered what those lips would feel like around my cock. What was wrong with me? Eighteen years of happy marriage without indiscretion, and suddenly I was getting blowjobs from my own teenaged daughter, and was having a fantasy about getting the same from a girl I'd just met, who was barely any older. None of these thoughts stopped me from rubbing my cock while I watched the girls.