Se connecterHe pushed in slowly this time, inch by inch, letting me feel every thick ridge. When he bottomed out, he stayed there, grinding deep in slow circles. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. The fullness was perfect. Overwhelming.He started thrusting. Long, deep strokes that made my toes curl. His mouth found mine again, kissing me sloppy and hot while he fucked me. One hand pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The other held my hip, angling me so he hit that sweet spot every time.The bed creaked softly. Our bodies slapped together. Sweat slicked our skin.Then came the surprise.Carter reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. He opened the camera, holding it above us. “Smile for me, baby. Want to remember how pretty you look stuffed with my cock.”I should have said no. Instead, the thrill shot through me. I moaned louder as he angled the phone, recording my face, my bouncing tits, the way his cock disappeared inside me. He sped up, fucking me ha
The party finally died down around midnight. Mark had passed out in our suite, snoring heavily after too many toasts. I waited twenty minutes, heart pounding, before slipping out of the room in just a silk robe over my slip. The hallway was quiet, lights dim. Every creak of the floor made me freeze.Carter’s room was three doors down. He’d left it unlocked like he promised.The second I stepped inside, he was on me.He pulled me against him, kicking the door shut and locking it. No words at first. Just his mouth claiming mine, hungry and deep. His hands roamed under the robe, pushing it off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. The cool air hit my skin, but his body heat warmed me instantly.“Been waiting for this all night,” he murmured against my lips. “Thinking about my cum still inside you while you smiled at everyone like a perfect wife.”I shivered. His hands cupped my ass, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the big bed. He laid me down gently at
My juices coated his cock, dripping down my thighs. Carter reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles while he railed me. His other hand stayed tangled in my hair, forcing me to watch every expression on my face — the way my mouth fell open, the tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering in my eyes.“Look at you,” he grunted. “Married less than twenty-four hours and already bent over like a slut for your father-in-law. Taking this dick so fucking well.”He was rougher now. Deeper. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. The mirror fogged slightly from our heavy breathing. I pushed back against him, meeting every stroke, lost in the filthy sounds and the way he filled me completely.Carter leaned over me, chest against my back, teeth grazing my shoulder. “Gonna cum so deep you’ll feel it for days. Every time you sit down next to your husband, you’ll remember who fucked you better.”His fingers on my clit sped up. The pressure built fast and vicious. I was shaking, l
I was right there, teetering on the edge, his cock pounding deep and relentless when a sharp knock rattled the door.“Occupied!” Carter barked, not stopping. His hips snapped forward harder, driving me against the counter. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my cry, but my body clenched around him anyway.The knock came again. Louder. Then the handle jiggled.“Dad? You in there?” Mark’s voice. Slurred a little from the drinks. “I saw June head this way. Everything okay?”My blood ran cold. Panic hit me like ice water, but Carter didn’t pull out. If anything, he thrust deeper, grinding against that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. His hand clamped over my mouth, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. Dark. Commanding. Don’t make a sound.“Yeah, I’m good,” Carter called back, voice steady like he wasn’t buried balls-deep in his son’s new wife. “Just taking a piss. Be out in a minute.”Silence. Then Mark laughed. “Alright, man. Tell June I’m looking for her if you see her. She’s
“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against my lips. He kissed me harder, then moved to my jaw, my neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below my ear. I gasped, tilting my head to give him more. His stubble scraped deliciously, sending shivers down my spine.His hands roamed. Slow. Deliberate. He traced the curve of my waist, up my ribs, thumbs brushing just under my breasts. I arched into him, wanting more. He chuckled darkly.“Greedy girl already.” He cupped one breast through my dress, squeezing gently, then harder. His thumb circled my nipple until it ached. I whimpered, pressing my thighs together.Carter spun me around suddenly, so I faced the mirror. He stood behind me, tall and broad, one arm banded across my chest to hold me against him. His other hand slid down my front, bunching up the skirt of my dress.“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice rough. “Look how flushed you are for me.”I did. My lips were swollen, eyes glassy with need. His hand disappeared under my dres
The morning after the wedding, sunlight poured through the hotel curtains like it was mocking me. Mark slept soundly beside me, one arm draped over my waist. His breathing was steady and peaceful. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my body still buzzing from last night. Carter’s words kept echoing in my head. The way his thumb had felt against my lip. The heat of him pressed against me on that terrace.I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Felt his hand on my waist. I squeezed my thighs together under the sheets, ashamed at how quickly my body responded. Mark stirred, pulled me closer, and kissed my shoulder. I forced a smile and let him.But it wasn’t his touch I craved.The whole day dragged. Brunch with family, photos, small talk. Carter was everywhere and nowhere. He’d nod politely when our eyes met, but that intense stare from last night was still there, simmering underneath. Once, when I reached for a glass on the table, his fingers brushed mine. No
"No." He crosses to me in three strides, grabs my shoulders. "Don't you dare. I made the choice. I'm an adult. I'm the professional. I knew the consequences and I did it anyway. This is on me.""But if I hadn't—""If you hadn't what? Been you? Been beautiful and smart and completely impossible to r
And he does.We make love—not fuck, make love—slow and sweet and perfect. Like we have all the time in the world. Because we do.No more sneaking around. No more hiding. No more shame.Just us.After, we lie tangled together in the dark, and I think about how we got here.About the first session wh
"I've wanted to do this since session three," he says, kissing down my neck. "When you described your fantasy. About being bent over my desk.""Do it," I beg. "Please. Fuck me on your desk like you wanted to."He groans, flipping me over so I'm face-down on the cool wood. His hands pull my hips bac
The silence that followed was deafening. Cade just stared at me, his expression cycling through shock, disbelief, and something darker that made heat pool low in my stomach."You're joking," he said finally."Do I look like I'm joking?""Lily, you're—" He stopped, ran a hand through his hair, clear







