Rough Novels & Stories

He pushed me onto the bed on my back, spread my legs wide, and thrust into me in one deep stroke. “Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, starting to pound me hard. “This pussy was made for alpha cock. Take it, baby. Take every inch like the dirty girl you are.” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Cole… slower… someone will hear…” He laughed low and dirty, hips snapping faster. “Let them hear. Let them know I’m balls-deep in my stepsister’s cunt. You love it when I fuck you rough, don’t you? Your pussy is creaming all over my dick.”

Damn ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

dark cologne and sweat, faint smoke, something sharp and clean underneath. It didn’t feel like home, not yet, but it was starting to feel like something I didn’t want to leave. The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Ryan appeared in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, his hair damp from the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. He leaned against the door frame, watching me with that half-smile that always looked like he was seconds away from tearing me apart. “You’re awake,” he said, voice rougher than the coffee in his hand.

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