LOGINThe footsteps stopped right outside our door. Jake’s voice mumbled something—probably on his phone—as Maxton stayed buried balls-deep inside me, his massive ten-inch cock throbbing like a heartbeat against my stretched walls. My ass clenched around him involuntarily, milking him, begging for the load I knew was right there on the edge.“Shhh,” Maxton breathed against my ear, his voice low and rough, but his hips gave one slow, filthy grind, stirring his cock deep in my guts. The wet squelch was obscene in the quiet room. “Don’t make a sound.”I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from my eyes. Being pinned under him, folded in half with his long runner’s legs powering that monster dick into me while our roommate stood just feet away… it was the most corrupt, disgusting thrill I’d ever felt.Jake’s footsteps moved away toward the other bedroom. The door clicked shut down the hall. We were “safe”—for now.The second the sound faded, Maxton lost c
“Nick? The hell are you—ahh, shit…”I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. Instead, I moaned around his girth, the vibration traveling up his shaft as I swirled my tongue desperately along the underside. Spit bubbled from the corners of my stretched lips, dripping down his heavy balls. He tasted so fucking good—salty pre-cum leaking steadily now, musky skin, pure straight-boy cock that had never been sucked like this before.“I—I’m sorry,” I gasped when I finally pulled off just enough to speak, my voice hoarse and wrecked. Strings of saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening, angry-red cockhead. “Maxton… I couldn’t help it. You were lying there naked, so fucking hard… I’ve wanted this for months. Your cock is perfect. Please… just let me finish. I’ll make it so good for you.”He stared down at me, chest heaving. His long, model-perfect body was tense, those slender runner’s legs spread wide around me, abs flexing with every ragged breath. His cock—God, that monster—stood straight u
God, what the fuck is wrong with me?I slammed the apartment door behind me a little too hard, the sound echoing down the narrow hallway like a confession I wasn’t ready to make. The place was quiet, the kind of late-night silence that pressed against your skin and made every heartbeat feel too loud. I’d stayed out until almost 2 a.m., wandering campus, hitting the dingy 24-hour gym just to exhaust myself, anything to avoid coming back here. Anything to avoid him.Maxton.My straight roommate. The one who had no fucking clue that every time he walked around our shared room in nothing but those tight black boxer briefs—or better yet, completely naked after a shower—my cock throbbed so hard I thought I’d pass out. He was oblivious. Beautifully, painfully oblivious.It all started when I moved into this cramped two-bedroom apartment at the beginning of the school year. Three straight guys and me. Complicated? Try fucking torture. The other two had their own room across the hall, but Maxt
My heart was still racing from Knox’s message when I arrived at Mom’s lavish birthday party the next evening. I obeyed him like the dirty slut he’d awakened in me. The shortest red dress I owned hugged my curves, the hem barely covering the bottom of my ass. No panties. Nothing. Every step made my swollen, bare pink pussy lips rub together, already slick with fresh arousal that threatened to drip down my thighs.The house was full of guests—Mom’s friends, family, business associates—all laughing and drinking around the massive cake. Mom looked radiant at fifty, but my eyes immediately found Knox. He stood tall and commanding in a fitted black shirt that strained against his muscles, his sharp jaw clenched as he spotted me. His gaze dropped to my legs, dark hunger flashing in his eyes.I spent the first hour in agony. Mingling, smiling, pretending to be the perfect daughter while my naked cunt leaked steadily. I could feel the warm trickle of my juices slowly sliding down my inner thig
I woke up the next morning with my thighs already slick. My pussy was throbbing before I even opened my eyes—swollen, pink, and leaking fresh arousal onto the ruined sheets. The scent of cum from last night hung heavy in the air. My nipples were tight peaks, and my clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. Six more days until James came home. I could survive that… right?I dragged myself to the bathroom on shaky legs. The full-length mirror showed the truth: my pretty pink pussy lips were puffy and glistening, strings of my creamy wetness stretching between my thighs with every step. I turned on the shower but couldn’t resist. My fingers brushed over my swollen clit, sending sparks shooting through my core. I circled it slowly, watching in the mirror as more nectar dripped down my inner thighs. “No,” I whispered to myself, voice hoarse. “You don’t need to cum again. James will be back in six days. Just six days of being a good wife.”I forced myself into the shower, letting hot
One more week. Just seven fucking days until my husband James finally dragged his ass back from that godforsaken business trip, and I was losing my damn mind. I’ve always been a sexual person—insatiable, really. My body craves cock like it needs air, and four whole months of nothing but my own fingers and toys had turned me into a dripping, desperate mess. Today was the breaking point. James was supposed to land this morning, but that call came instead—his deep voice apologizing while I clenched my thighs together on the couch, already soaked through my thin panties.“Baby, there’s still shit at the office. I won’t be back for another week. I’m so sorry.”I’d barely managed a sweet “I understand” before hanging up and storming to the bedroom. My pink vibrator was already in my hand before I even hit the mattress. It was my favorite—a thick, curved silicone beast with a bulbous head perfect for hitting my G-spot and a fluttering clit sucker that drove me feral. I stripped naked, my ful
He kissed her neck, open-mouthed and hot, sucking lightly on her pulse point. Lila’s knees weakened. She clutched his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers."Tell me to stop," he challenged, even as his hand slid down her waist to grip her full hip. "Tell me you don’t w
Lila Harper had always been the good girl.At nineteen, she still blushed at the mere mention of anything intimate. Raised by a single mother who drilled modesty and purity into her, Lila had never touched herself, never watched anything forbidden, and certainly never imagined the things that happe
I lay there on the marital bed, a trembling, cum-soaked wreck. My pussy was gaping, red, and overflowing with Damien’s thick seed. The sheets beneath me were ruined, stained with our sin. My body ached in the most delicious, filthy way, every muscle weak from the way he had destroyed me.Damien sta
Liam pulled out his sketchpad and charcoal, positioning himself on a low stool just outside the shower’s spray. The steam made everything hazy, intimate. Nick stepped back under the water, facing him fully. Water poured over his chest, down his abs, making his cock, now fully hard, glisten. It stoo







