MasukInstead of answering, I reached for her, my hands finding the hem of her skirt, pushing it slowly up her thighs, feeling the silkiness of her skin heat up under my touch. My hands slid higher, expecting fabric, but finding nothing but bare, velvety skin. She wasn't wearing panties. The discovery made my breath catch as my fingers brushed against her center, feeling the slick, sticky wetness already soaking her inner thighs. I let out a low curse. Slowly, agonizingly, I slid just the tip of two fingers inside her, and she gasped loudly, her hips jerking upward against my hand. "Ahh, fuck,” she moaned softly, her head tilting back against the elevator wall. She was incredibly tight, her hot, slick walls clenching tightly around my fingers the moment I slid deeper. I began to finger her slowly, sliding in and out in a deliberate, pooling rhythm, listening to the quiet, wet sounds of her own moisture coating my hand. Every touch made her stretch, her body slick and desperate. She
The elevator shuddered to a halt between the thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth floors. I felt it in my stomach, that lurching drop that shouldn't have happened, that made my briefcase swing from my grip and my heart slam against my ribs. The fluorescent lights flickered once, twice, and then died, plunging us into absolute blackness. "Shit," I breathed, my hand finding the wall, pressing against the cold metal paneling. "Are you kidding me?" a woman's voice cut through the dark, sharp with panic. "No, no, no, no, this cannot be happening right now, I swear to God, I cannot be stuck in this fucking box…" I heard her moving, heard her palms slapping against the buttons, and I heard the desperate jab of her finger against the emergency call button. "Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "Hey, it's okay, we're gonna be fine, they'll send someone to get us out, just give it a minute…" "You don't understand." Her voice was higher now, h
The next morning, I avoided him. I took a different route to class, walking through the humanities building instead of the science block. I ate lunch in the library, hiding in a corner booth where no one could find me. I ignored Chloe's texts asking where I was, telling her I had a headache. I told myself it was a one-time thing. I was different from other girls. I wasn't going to become another story whispered in dorm rooms. I wasn't going to be the one waiting by her phone, hoping he'd text. Three agonizing days slowly passed. I thought I had escaped. I thought I had buried it deep enough that it wouldn't resurface. Then I walked into the laundry room in my dorm basement, and he was there. Jake Morrison, leaning against the dryer, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on me like he had been waiting. He was wearing a gray hoodie, the hood up, his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked like he hadn't slept. "Ava." he said, his voice quiet but intense. I stopped. My heart slamme
"Don't flatter yourself," I gasped, though my body betrayed me as I rocked my hips against his rigid length. He laughed, low and dark, the vibration rumbling against my throat, and pulled my shirt over my head. My bra followed quickly, leaving me completely bare to his dark, heavy gaze. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before pulling back to bite it gently. I groaned, my fingers gripping the damp strands of his hair as a heavy, throbbing ache settled low in my belly. "You're so wet for me," he said, his fingers tracing the seam of my jeans, sliding between my legs, pressing firmly against my aching center. "I can feel it soaking through the denim." "Shut up and fuck me," I whimpered, desperately needing to be filled. He grinned, his eyes flashing with triumph. He pulled off my jeans and panties, dragging them down my legs and tossing them to the floor, leaving me shivering and naked on the counter. He
I hated him. That was the first thing I told myself every time I saw him walking across campus. Jake Morrison was a junior and the star of the basketball team. Known for one thing and one thing only… the way he fucked girls and left them aching for more. I had heard the stories. Every girl who went home with him came back with that glazed look in her eyes, that dreamy smile, that pathetic desperation when they whispered, "He hasn't texted me back." I rolled my eyes every time. "Come on, Ava, you have to admit he's hot," my roommate Chloe said for the hundredth time, watching him walk past our table in the cafeteria. "He's average," I said, biting into my apple. "And I'm not interested in campus legends. I'm here to graduate, not to be another notch on his bedpost." Chloe laughed. "You say that now." "I mean it. He can never get me. I'm different from other girls." The words felt good coming out of my mouth. They made me feel empowered, and I believed them. The party was at C
He let out a low growl of satisfaction, and then he leaned in and captured my lips in a hard, hungry kiss that tasted like rum and salt. His tongue parted my lips easily, deep and demanding, and I whimpered into his mouth, arching my back to press myself closer to his massive chest because the sheer size of him overwhelmed me.He broke the kiss for a second while both of us were breathing heavily in the dark, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips in the moonlight."You're shaking," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine."Because of you," I whispered.He smiled a dark, wicked look, and he reached down to grab the hem of my gown, bunching the fabric up in his fists and lifting it slowly up my legs until the cool air of the cabin hit my bare skin. He pushed the dress all the way off me, his warm palm stroking upward along my inner thigh until his cock slid closer to the center of my heat.I hooked one leg around his hip, craving the contact and unable to stop myself as I whimpered,
I smiled. Really, I had no idea. I wanted him to tell me himself. "Then tell me," I urged, my thumb rubbing over the crown of his head, catching the bead of moisture there. "I'm your client, remember? Tell me what you want from me." He was hesitant. The last of his walls were crumbling, but he wa
The hallway was silent, but the air still felt heavy from the studio session. I followed the scent of his cologne and that led straight to his master bedroom. He had sneaked off his studio to this place? I didn't knock. I pushed the door open and stepped into the dim light of his private space.
~~Vaugha~~The master bedroom was dark, lit only by the pale moon sliding through the curtains. The air was thick and humid. I was on top of my wife, my body moving in a steady, practiced rhythm. I was doing everything right. I was kissing her neck, whispering the things she liked to hear, and driv
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.







