All Chapters of Ruined By The Coby Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ASHLEY'S POVEVERY CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18.I fucked the Coby twins. Two of them identical. Raw. Both of them deep in me, pulling my tight pussy apart. Yes, I did it and I loved it... every inch of it.This has kinda been a secret. Who am I kidding? It’s defs a secret I've been keeping for over six months now. I'm not even sure I should be this excited about it. Help me!First, before I continue… promise it'll stay between the both of us, because how it happened totally took me off guard. You'll be surprised too.~~It started on Valentine's eve last year. I was just leaving Stephanie's birthday bash when I caught a spill of light reflecting off a red car. The driver?Easily the hottest, most well-built jock I'd ever seen.Jason Coby.A tall, smoldering chunk of testosterone and ripping muscles. He parked his car and stepped out, the sunset hitting his blond hair at the perfect angle to give him that main character halo around his face… and suddenly I felt naked. Not the spicy k

ASHLEY'S POV There was silence. I didn't know where to start from. The call lasted a long minute. She apologized, I accepted, hesitantly. And just like that we called it a truce. One of those misunderstandings that friends brushed past without thinking too hard about it. Except, what happened between me and Jason that evening wasn't something you could just brush past. It sat there, heavy and dangerous. A pang of jealousy ran through my body. Why did it bother me so much that she had a boyfriend. Or rather… that Jason was the kind of boyfriend she had? Ugh! I shouldn't be feeling like that about someone I called my friend… my bestfriend. I should be happy like normal people would be. I wasn't. She told me she'd be travelling for college the next day, Valentine's day. Something about her needing to process her placement earlier than expected. She hoped I'd find someone at the party. The huge Valentine's Day party Jason was throwing at his place. And she was totally gu

ASHLEY'S POVMason hadn't moved from the doorway.His hand was still wrapped around his cock. It was thick, hard, and the exact same devastating size as his brother's. And he stroked it slowly while his eyes stayed locked on me like Jason and I were a show he'd paid admission for.I should have been embarrassed. My pussy clenched instead. Fuck!I knew I wanted Jason. What I didn't realize was that I needed two of him.It immediately felt like I was betraying Stephanie twice harder. Jason pressed closer behind me, his cock still half hard against my lower back, his mouth finding my neck. "You okay?" he murmured against my skin.I looked at Mason.Mason looked back at me, jaw tight, hand still moving."Both of you," I said. It came out steadier than I felt.Something passed between the twins, wordless, instant, maybe even telepathy. And then Mason stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him.As soon as he reached me, he kissed me while Jason's hands were still on my bre

AMY'S POV He tasted like mint. That was the one detail that dismissed everything. All the guilt, all the overthinking, all the very good reasons this was a terrible idea. Stepdad's hand moved from my jaw to the back of my neck and he was kissing me like he was trying to teach me a lesson. And I kissed him back. Hard. Before I even decided to. My hands found the front of his tight shirt and fisted there and he made a low sound against my mouth that traveled straight down my spine. He pulled back. Looked at me. Eyes dark. Jaw tight. The salt and pepper beard close enough that I could feel the heat from his tan skin. "Take it off," he said. Even though it sounded more like a command than a request. My hands were already moving to the hem of my thin dress. He watched me pull it over my head with an expression that made every inch of my skin feel like it was being seen properly for the first time. His eyes moved down my chest, my stomach, back up. Slow. Like he was

JANET'S POV I woke up wet again. Another dream. An intense one. I turned over. My thigh found the damp patch on the sheet beneath me. Nothing I wasn't used to. Just a lonely woman married to a man who was never there. Desmond's side of the bed was cold. Untouched. And it had been four chilly nights of staying home alone. His last text was another message… a flimsy excuse. Something about needing to stand in for a sick colleague at the office. Of course… so convenient. I laid on my back. The ceiling fan turned slow circles in the dark. And my body was already doing that thing. That gnawing, restless, low-burning thing that rose somewhere in my hips and radiated outward when I'd gone too long without being touched. Not touched like a brief hand on my back. Not touched like a distracted off-to-the-office kiss. No! Touched like a woman. I mean, handled like something worth handling! Oh… Desmond used to handle me just like that. Six months ago.