LOGIN4: Fucked relentlessly.Lucas’s control finally snapped.The vibrator was still buzzing inside me, my fingers rubbing my clit as I moaned his name. His green eyes were dark with lust, his breathing ragged as he stood over me, my hands clenched at his sides.“Fuck it,” he growled, reaching down and pulling the vibrator out of me with a wet pop. He tossed it aside and replaced it with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep inside my soaked pussy. I cried out, my back arching as he curled them against my G-spot, pumping them fast and hard.“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his fingers plunging in and out of me with filthy, wet sounds. “This tight little cunt has been teasing me for days.”I moaned loudly, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “Yes… fuck me with your fingers, Lucas. Harder!”He added a third finger, stretching me wider as he fucked me relentlessly. His thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I came hard, screaming his nam
3: Finishing the bed Lucas returned two days later, just as he had promised. I had been waiting for him, my heart beating a little faster every time I heard a car pull up outside. When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath and opened the door. He stood there in the same gray t-shirt and jeans, tool bag slung over his shoulder, looking every bit as handsome and capable as before. His green eyes met mine immediately, and I saw the flicker of heat in them..the memory of our last encounter still fresh. “Sarah,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I’m here to finish the bed. Shouldn’t take long.” I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Good. I’ve been thinking about you since you left.” He didn’t reply, but I saw his jaw tighten as he walked past me toward the bedroom. I followed, my thin white tank top and short black skirt swaying with each step. I had chosen this outfit deliberately…no bra, no panties. The tank top clung to my breasts, my nipples already hardening aga
2: Riding himLucas’ green eyes darkened with raw, unrestrained lust as he looked down at me, still seated on the edge of the bed. His breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily under his tight gray t-shirt. The bulge in his jeans was unmistakable now…thick and straining against the denim.“Then do it,” I had whispered.That was all it took.Lucas groaned deeply, a sound of surrender mixed with pure hunger. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up into a fierce kiss. His mouth claimed mine with desperate urgency, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands roamed down my body. He squeezed my ass hard, lifting me effortlessly as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my core through our clothes, hot and throbbing.“Fuck, Sarah,” he growled against my lips, biting my lower lip. “You’ve been teasing me for the last twenty minutes. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”He carried me to the bed and laid me down, his b
I stood in the doorway, arms crossed under my breasts, watching as the carpenter knelt beside my antique bed. His name was Lucas…a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early thirties with strong, calloused hands, a fitted gray t-shirt stretched across his muscular back, and faded jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His dark hair was slightly messy from working, and sweat glistened on his tanned arms.My bed stand had been wobbling for weeks, the wooden frame creaking every time I moved. I had called the local handyman service out of frustration, but I hadn’t expected someone like him to show up.“Should be an easy fix,” Lucas said, his deep, slightly raspy voice filling the quiet room. He tightened a bolt with a wrench, his biceps flexing visibly. “The joints are loose. I’ll reinforce them and make sure it’s sturdy again.”I leaned against the doorframe, my thin white tank top clinging to my body and my short denim shorts riding up my thighs. “Take your time,” I said softly, a small
The space behind the couch was tight, forcing all four of us close together. The wood under our bare knees felt smooth and cool, but the air between our bodies was pure fire. Liam stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floorboards. "Mark, get up," Liam commanded, his voice deep and rough. Mark groaned, slowly sliding backward away from me. He sat against the opposite wall, his legs splayed out, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide, dark with excitement as he watched Liam step into the space right in front of me. "You like making noise, Jas?" Liam whispered, leaning down. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my body forward along the floor until my hips were pressed right against his knees. "Liam... wait," I gasped, my fingers digging into the wood of the floorboards. "You're too fast." "We've been waiting out there in the dark," Liam said. He didn't wait. He leaned over me, his big hands gripping the sides of my face, and slammed his mouth onto mine. The sound of our l
The beach house became completely quiet for a moment. Suddenly, the front door rattled. Liam and Rita had given up searching blindly outside. "Time is up!" Liam yelled out from the middle of the room. I heard the sharp sound of fabric tearing away. He pulled the thick black cloth off his face. The dim orange light from the bonfire outside flickered through the windows. "Mark! Jasmine! Come out, please. We are tired of looking for you," Rita said, her voice closer now. She pulled her blindfold down around her neck, blinking against the shadows. "Seriously, Liam. Where did they go?" A soft rustling sound came from behind the big sofa in the corner. Then, the sound of our heavy, ragged breathing broke the silence. The back of the couch moved slightly. First came Mark. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, his chest covered in sweat and shining in the dim light. Right behind him, I slid out from the narrow gap. My hair was a wild mess, my skirt was twisted up around my waist, and my li
I fell into a deep, heavy sleep after the shower. It was the kind of sleep that feels like drowning. When my eyes finally blinked open, the room was draped in heavy, orange shadows. I sat up, my head spinning, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was evening. The realization hit me like a ph
"Ah! Ah! Yes! Mmm-gh! Please!" the girl shrieked. She was moving faster now, her body a blur of cream-colored skin against his dark suit. I watched her muscles twitch, her thighs trembling as she pushed herself to the limit. But then, Xercer stopped being still. His hands shifted from her hips to
Xercer didn't say a word. He just watched, the tip of his cigar glowing red in the dim room.The man pulled his pants down. They fell to his ankles in a heap. He stood between my legs, thick and angry-looking.He rubbed the head of his cock against me, teasing my entrance until I was shaking. Then,
I lay there, my body feeling like a live wire. The naked man didn’t stop at his tongue. He moved back up, his knees pushing my legs even wider. I saw him reach for his cock, his length hard and ready.Wait—did he want to fuck me? Yes. At that point, I knew. I wanted it. My body was begging for him







