LOGINI listened to the shower run, the sound of water hitting the tiles giving me a short moment alone. I moved fast. I picked up my clothes from the floor and put them on quickly. My hands shook a little as I pulled on my shorts and top. My phone. Where did I keep my phone? I searched the bed with quick hands, moving pillows and sheets. It was not there. Then I remembered. It was downstairs. I headed down the stairs to the couch. The movie we started earlier was no longer playing. Another movie was on now, some action scene with loud sounds. I picked up my phone from the couch. Right next to it was the strange device too, I slipped both into my purse, my heart beating fast.I opened the blackmailer’s message. The words were clear and cold:TAKE HIM TO MELLY PARK, AND WAIT THERE WITH HIM.I read it again. Now I wasn’t sure what was going to happen at this park. It sent a little chill down my spine. A cold feeling that made my skin tingle. What did they want? Was this safe? I had come this
I could hear his heart beating fast under my ear.I snuggled in, feeling the heat from his body and the softness of the sheets. My jaw ached a little, and my throat felt raw, but it was a good kind of tired. Being with Adrian like this always left me worn out but satisfied. But in the back of my mind, my thoughts were busy. I knew he liked me a lot. He showed it in little ways , the way he carried me up the stairs, the gentle kiss on my forehead, the way he held me now. Yet I had seen and heard things I couldn’t forget. The strange phone calls. The way he sometimes looked around like someone might be watching. Curiosity kept me here. I needed to know more. Ignoring the blackmail messages would have been easier, but I had to keep going. I had to understand what he was . For now, I stayed quiet and let him hold me. His fingers traced slow patterns on my back, calming and gentle.We lay together in the quiet room. The movie we started earlier felt like it happened hours ago. My body wa
I looked up at him through my lashes, maintaining eye contact as I sank down again. The eye contact always drove him wild. His dark smile returned, thumb wiping a tear of effort from the corner of my eye.“Good girl,” he whispered, voice strained with building pleasure. “Just like that. Nice and slow… make me feel every second.”I obeyed, pouring myself into the slow, sensual blowjob. My hands moved from his thighs to cup his balls, massaging them gently while my mouth continued its unhurried rhythm. The room felt smaller, hotter, filled only with the sounds of my sucking, his heavy breathing, and the occasional wet pop when I pulled off to breathe and lick along his shaft.Adrian’s hips started rocking subtly, fucking my mouth in time with my slow motions. He was getting close again, I could tell by the way his thighs tensed and his grip in my hair tightened just a fraction. Yet he let me set the pace, enjoying the drawn-out pleasure. I doubled down on the slowness, dragging my lips
Each downstroke let me feel the heavy weight of him on my tongue, the way his cock throbbed and pulsed with fresh life. I hollowed my cheeks on the upstroke, sucking harder, my saliva mixing with the wetness already there and dripping down his shaft onto his balls. obscene sounds filled the quiet bedroom, soft slurps and gentle gags as I pushed myself deeper on each pass.Adrian’s head fell back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded as he watched me work. “Fuck… look at you. So eager to taste yourself on me.” His free hand reached down to caress my cheek, thumb brushing over my stretched lips where they wrapped around him.I loved this side of him,the caring lover mixed with the insatiable beast. But knowing what I knew now it’s so hard to reconcile with the sweet sex and his lovey dovey side. I continued the slow, rhythmic sucking, bobbing my head with luxurious patience. My hands rested on his thick thighs, feeling the muscles tense and flex beneath my palms. Occasionally I’d pul
the fullness of him stretching me, the heat of his body pinning me down, the raw power in every snap of his hips. He flipped me onto my stomach suddenly, pulling my hips up so I was on all fours again. His hand slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming hotly as he slammed back into me from behind. The thrusts grew punishing, deep and fast, his balls slapping against my clit with every impact. I cried out into the pillow, gripping the sheets as he railed me.“Gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name,” he promised, one hand tangling in my hair while the other reached around to rub my clit furiously. My pussy leaked around his cock, creaming with every thrust, the wet sounds filling the room.The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I shattered around him, walls pulsing and squeezing his thick length as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. My vision blurred, moans turning into screams of his name. Adrian groaned loudly, fucking me through it, chasing his own release. He pulled o
He carried me straight to the bed and dropped me lightly onto the soft mattress, my back sinking into the pillows. I bounced once, legs splayed, skirt still shoved to the side from our couch activities. He stared down at me with that predatory, dark smile, his chest rising and falling heavily. Without wasting time, he started unbuckling his clothes. His fingers worked the button and zipper of his trousers with practiced speed, shoving them down his hips along with his boxers in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free immediately, thick, veined, and rock-hard once again. It bobbed heavily in the air, the head glistening with a fresh bead of precum and the remnants of my wetness from downstairs.“Damn babe, look at you,” he murmured, kicking the pants aside and crawling onto the bed between my spread legs. His hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it slowly from base to tip as he positioned himself. “Still so wet for me. That little couch ride wasn’t enough, was it?”I shook my head,
A QUIET KIND OF HOPE The drive back home was silent. The kind of silence that fills the air when two people don’t know what to say after doing something they shouldn’t have. The radio played softly, a low hum of guitar strings and a voice that sounded too close to sorrow.Adrian kept one hand on t
FOLLOWING HIMThe sun was sinking behind the glass walls of Skybound when I parked at the corner across the street. From where I sat, I could see the entrance of Daniel’s office clearly, the tall silver doors reflecting the orange sky, the busy workers hurrying out with their bags and half-finishe
THE SOUND OF HIS RETURN When I get home, everything feels too quiet. The house is calm, but not in a peaceful way , it’s quiet . The door clicks shut behind me, echoing through the apartment like a reminder that I’m alone again. The faint smell of Daniel’s cologne still lingers somewhere in the ai
THE MORNING AFTER When I wake, the first thing I feel is warmth. His warmth. His arm is still draped over my waist, heavy and steady, like it never moved through the night. My face is pressed against his chest, my legs tangled with his. For a few seconds, I don’t remember where I am. The sheets sm







