LOGINMy core clenched tightly at the image of him studying those photos this morning, perhaps stroking his hard cock in bed.I was already soaked, thighs slippery just picturing his response. I wanted this. I’d wanted him to see me like that for years. But not in this accidental, mortifying way. My hands trembled as I typed back a single, weak ‘Okay’. Then I rushed to the shower.Steaming water beat against my skin while I scrubbed quickly, mind spinning with filthy possibilities. What if he locked the door and bent me over his desk immediately? What if he demanded I apologize by taking his cock deep into my mouth?I shaved every inch smooth, just in case, and dressed in my tightest white button-up shirt—no bra, letting my nipples poke visibly against the thin material like open invitations. The black skirt I picked clung to my ass and hips like it was painted on, short enough that any bend would flash the delicate lace of my thong.I looked exactly like an intern who wanted to get
Harper.The night Dad mentioned the project coordination internship, I went out with my friends to celebrate and build up enough liquid courage to finally hit send.We downed shots at the bar, music pounding loud, dancing until my feet throbbed and my head felt delightfully fuzzy. I was properly drunk—the warm, reckless kind where everything seemed possible and consequences felt distant. By the time I staggered home around 2 a.m., the house sat dark and silent.I suddenly remembered I hadn’t sent my documents to Cole yet, and the alcohol made me bold enough not to overthink it. My laptop rested on the kitchen table. In my hazy state, I opened it, located the résumé and cover letter like a responsible girl, and pressed send.Tomorrow, I thought with a wicked little smile, I’d finally see him face to face. Tomorrow I’d sit across from him, keeping a polite expression while my mind raced with every dirty act I’d always wanted him to perform on me. And if I actually landed the intern
The idea sent a hot flood straight to my center. I pressed my thighs together, already growing damp from the mere thought.“Really?” I tried keeping my tone even, but it came out husky. “That’s… incredible, Dad. Thank you. I’ll send it right away.”“Good girl. Cole’s straightforward. Stay professional. He doesn’t tolerate laziness, but he spots real ability fast.”Professional.Sure.If only Dad knew the kind of skills I truly wanted to demonstrate for his brother.My thoughts were already tumbling into raw filthy fantasies.I imagined stepping into Cole’s office for a follow-up meeting, short skirt on with nothing underneath, leaning over his desk to “retrieve a dropped pen” so he could stare directly at my exposed, glistening folds.Would he finally lose control? Would he slam the door shut, pin me face down, and pound me savagely while growling about how long he’d been waiting for this too?“Love you, Dad!” I added quickly.“Love you too. Your mother and I will be back later.”I di
Harper.I’d craved fucking Cole ever since I turned seventeen.That dark, forbidden hunger ignited during my parents’ anniversary party that summer. He stood out in the backyard, shirtless under the warm sun, sweat tracing shining paths across his broad chest and those thick, powerful arms that seemed strong enough to hold me down effortlessly.He was my father’s brother—completely untouchable, still married back then, and more than twice my age. But none of those barriers could stop the filthy images flooding my brain whenever he came near.I’d steal quick looks at the heavy outline in his jeans, picturing how thick and full his cock would feel forcing me wide open, how he’d growl my name while destroying every other man for me.Even then, I’d retreat to my room after he left, fingers diving under my panties, frantically circling my aching clit to visions of Cole bending me over the kitchen island while Dad chatted just steps away in the living room.Now, at twenty-three, freshly g
Cassie. “You’re fucking mine…”“Come here…” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with raw need. He smacked my ass hard—left cheek first, then right—in a stinging double blow. Heat exploded across my skin in blooming red welts. The burn sank deep into my flesh, making my pussy clench tight with desperate hunger and drip fresh, hot slickness down my quivering thighs.“Take my fucking cock… make it yours, princess…” he growled, eyes blazing dark with pure lust, his gaze pinning me like prey.I spun quickly, still on my knees on the hood. His cock jutted out proud and demanding—still glazed with our mixed cum, thick veins throbbing angrily beneath the surface.He was already stroking it rough and fast, his big fist pumping from base to swollen tip. Fresh beads of precum oozed out, glistening in the low light.“Take it, princess… it’s all yours…” he urged. His free hand tangled deep in my hair, fingers twisting tight to guide my head closer, controlling every inch.My mouth watered
Cassie. I twisted my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Dante’s zipper rasped open—slow and deliberate. He didn’t bother shoving his trousers down. They stayed bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined cock that sprang free. The angry red head already glistened with precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his abs before he fisted it. He dragged the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that made me whimper. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolted through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.” I couldn’t look away. He notched himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating every inch of his length in my juices. “Beg for it,” he demanded, one hand still pinning my neck while the other gripped his shaft. “Please… fuck me, Dante… harder,” I sobbed, pushing back, ass grinding desperately against him. He thrust in one bruta
Marina.Fucking my uncle was something I didn’t think I’d ever do.But that didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to dream about it and finger myself to the fantasies of it.Ever since that day I saw him naked, nothing else had mattered but the thought of him spreading me on a table and fucking me into ob
Ava.I was still shaking.Still coming down from the last shattering orgasm when the three men finally pulled out of me. My body felt ruined in the most delicious way.My pussy gaping wide and red, asshole twitching and leaking a messy mix of my virgin blood, their brief cum, and my own squirt.
Marina.My heart hammered so loud in my chest matching the throbbing ache between my thighs.I leaned back on my elbows, the cool sheets bunching under my palms as I fought to steady myself.This was it—the moment I'd fantasized about in the darkest corners of my mind, the one that made me soak m
Marina.The air seemed to thicken, charged with an electricity that was both terrifying and enticing.It felt like I was on the edge of an irreversible line. My body hummed with need, my mind a whirlwind of filthy fantasies of me on my knees, sucking him off instead of that candy, his hands fistin







