I felt a surge of electricity run through my body as Nate's hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me out of the darkness and into the bright lights of the party. My breath caught in my throat as I was pressed up against his hard, masculine body. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him - towering over me, his broad shoulders and chiseled features making him look like a giant among men.My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. One minute I was lost in my thoughts, the next I was being pulled into the arms of the one person I couldn't resist. Nate's eyes blazed with intensity as he glared at me, his grip on my wrist tightening as if he was afraid I would slip away."Let her go," Alex slurred, his voice barely audible over the music. I didn't bother to look at him, my focus solely on Nate and the way my body was responding to his touch.Nate didn't move, his eyes never leaving mine as he seemed to be searching for something. I felt a flutter in my chest as his gaze roa
He pulls out of the parking lot and drives down the streets in silence. There’s no radio or words, and the more time passes, the tighter my grip on his jacket gets.“Aren’t you going to say something? Anything?” I try not to slur but do so anyway.“I said to shut your mouth, Gwyneth.”“I don’t want to shut up. I want to talk, okay?” It’s probably liquid courage—or stupidity or whatever—but it’s there and I’m taking the bull by the horns. “In case you didn’t notice, you ruined my evening.”“What the fuck did you just say?” He fixates me with a sideways glance and it pins me to my seat so forcefully, I hiccup. Or maybe that’s because of the alcohol.“My evening, Nate. I was having fun until you showed up.” I’m feigning nonchalance and lying through my teeth.No, I wasn’t having fun. I was miserable and headed down a path I didn’t like even in my intoxicated brain.“You were having fun grinding against those kids and I ruined it, is that what you’re saying?”“We…were dancing.”“I saw you
His strong hand wraps around my waist, under the dress that’s now bunched to my stomach. He jerks his hips up as I go down and I whimper. “You thought about me, huh?”“Yeah.”“What did you think about?”“Your strong hands and hard chest. I thought about your cock, too, and how big it is.” I’m dry-humping him now, my movements turned frantic by his thrusts.“What else?”“I thought about how much my pussy wants you. Not anyone else, you.”“Because it’s my pussy?”“Yeah. It is.”“And you’re a slut.Myslut.”“I am.” He didn’t ask, but I’m answering anyway. I’m sliding up and down, fucking myself on his bulge and I’m getting close, so close that my legs tremble.“Is my slut going to let anyone else but me touch her again?”“No…no…I won’t…”“That’s right, because if you do, I’ll fuck up their lives, Gwyneth. I mean it.”I come then. It’s so harsh and intense that I scream. I scream loud and uncensored, not caring that someone might pass by and see me becoming his slut.That someone could see
Nathaniel“Fuck!” I kick my shoes away and run to the pool.Where Gwyneth just jumped in because she wasn’t thinking and she’s drunk as fuck. If she had access to her brain, she would’ve remembered that she doesn’t know how to swim.She’s the type who always has some sort of a crutch, even when she’s in the shallow end of the pool. No matter how much King tried to teach her, she never learned to swim.The seconds tick by like a damn lifetime the more she doesn’t resurface. She’s not even flailing around like she usually does when the crutches are taken away.I curse under my breath as I plunge in after her, diving deep into the cold water.The more time I spend getting to her, the harder my fucking heart beats. It doesn’t slow down even after I grab her by the arm and haul her to the surface. She splutters for breath, coughing and choking on water.Her legs circle my waist and she uses me as a lifeline. Her entire body is wrapped around mine as I swim to where I can stand.I grab her
“Yes.”“You told Chris and Alex that. You said you’re my husband and I’m your wife.”“You are.” I never thought I would like saying those words out loud, but there was a weight that lifted off my chest the moment that statement was out in the open.“And you care about me.”“I do.”“Like your wife or like your best friend’s daughter?”“Both.”She scrunches her nose at that, but she plants a palm on my cheek. “But it’s only sex, so I’m, like, your trophy wife.”“You can’t be my trophy wife when you own as much as I do, Gwyneth.”“True. But it’s still just sex.”I don’t say anything, but I don’t need to, because there’s something other than water glistening in her gaze and the gray is warring with the green and the blue, slaughtering them to take complete control.She releases my waist and I think she’ll make the short trip to the edge of the pool, but she dives underwater.Is she going to be reckless again? Gwyneth and alcohol are clearly not the best of friends and I need to keep her f
GwynethI’m in a courtroom.I mean, yes, I’ve been inside one before when Dad takes the lawyer mic. He’s a witty but very sharp lawyer, the type whom everyone pays attention to when he speaks.But I haven’t done it since I became Nate’s intern. He said I wasn’t ready back then, but today, he just stood beside my desk and said, “You’re coming with me, Shaw.”It’s kind of hot when he calls me by my last name at work. They still don’t know we’re married, because I kind of begged Chris after I apologized for what I did to him and Alex that night a week ago.He totally spilled it to Jane, though, albeit accidentally. She looked at me weird, but she promised to keep my secret, too. Now, I feel a bit more at ease that I can talk freely with them without feeling like I hold the keys to some intelligence stuff.Chris still doesn’t understand why I even have feelings for Nate, but Jane does, and that’s okay. It’s also okay if no one else understands, like Nate warned me.The morning after the h
I don’t remember the rest of the conversation because he mounted me and fucked me hard and fast—without releasing my throat.Despite my big talk, I never posted any of our pictures together, though. Not only am I paranoid about the press hurting him in any way, but I’m also kind of selfish. I don’t want to share anything Nate with the world.Sue me.Anyway, I’m now at a hearing where he’s the attorney in a civil lawsuit and I’m sitting a few seats behind him because he already has one of his associate lawyers with him. That’s okay, though. I’m here, and I’m watching Nate be a lawyer. That’s such a rare occasion nowadays since he deals with large corporations behind the scenes.So seeing him in his sharp suit in the middle of the courtroom makes me a little giddy. Okay, a lot. I helped him put on that suit this morning—the tie, to be specific. I might have an unhealthy obsession with it.And all of him, actually.He’s been fucking me more than anyone should and in positions I didn’t ev
GwynethNate takes me to the middle of nowhere.Well, not literally, but close to it. We’re heading to a cozy cottage Nate owns that’s situated on a mountain out of state. We drove for an hour to get here and now, we’re having to hike for the rest of the way, something I’ve been grumbling about for half an hour.Even though both of us are wearing hiking clothes and boots, every step feels like torture. I’m not good with physical activities, okay?Nate must know that, too, because he sighs, picks me up, and carries me on his back. All discomfort is forgotten and I release a small squeal as my body plasters itself to his. I’ll always be in awe at the ease with which he holds me, as if I weigh nothing.“I feel like such a princess,” I speak against his ear, eliciting a muscle jump in his jaw.“You do, huh?”“Look at me having someone to carry me. Am I lucky or what?” I rub my breasts against his back.He tightens his hold on my leg. “Stop it.”“Stop what?” I feign nonchalance.“Stop grin
And that really got my goat, making me angry. I was a dean’s list student at school, and got A’s for crying out loud. Plus, I was a part-time cashier at the student bookstore too, juggling academics and a job, so his comments about me not being mature made my ears burn, hot tears suddenly stinging in my eyes. Sure, I hadn’t been acting so mature lately but I thought Mr. Parker liked it. So sitting back, I bit one out.“Fine,” I said, my voice low. “Fine, I’m listening.”And Rob shook his head again.“Listen baby, I’m trying, I’m really trying. What I’m saying is that this isn’t gonna go down well with your parents. Ray and Linda see me as one of their peers. If they got wind that I was boning their little girl? Dating their little girl? They’d lose their shit, it’d be a five-alarm fire, they’d do everything in their power to break us up. And honey, I wouldn’t blame them. If an older man, one that’s twenty-five years older, started seeing my daughter I’d put that person in jail. I’d th
And with a flounce of my brown curls, I turned and scampered away. Why was Mr. Parker being so serious? This was a time for fun and games, why was he acting like an adult for crying out loud? There was no need, I was happy and ecstatic, in Seventh Heaven all around.But when the big man came down, fully dressed, that black hair slightly ruffled but still absolutely delectable, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to play. There was a serious air about him, a gravity. He wanted to talk and I wiggled uncomfortably.“Drink Daddy?” I offered, holding up my own glass of OJ. “There’s OJ or water, I can get you some.”The big man paused for a moment before setting foot in the living room.“Shit, I forgot,” he barked with a harsh laugh. “You’re not even legal to drink, you’re still downing juice.”I nodded, nonplussed. Of course, I was eighteen, not twenty-one, there were three years to go before I could consume alcohol. So I shrugged again.“I can get you something else,” I offered again. “Dad
And Rob chuckled deeply, blue eyes knowing as he leaned forwards to give me another kiss.“That’s right, that’s Daddy’s dirty baby, letting me do whatever I want. Because honey,” he ground out. “I’m gonna put it in there, and I’m also gonna do you double.”I shook my head, confused. What did “double” mean? Did that mean he’d pump twice as fast? Twice as hard? I was lost, this was all new to me. So I took a deep breath and spoke up.“But Daddy,” I interrupted shyly. “What does that mean? I don’t know what “double” means.”Mr. Parker just grinned knowingly once more.“Honey, it’s something in your ass and your puss at once. Or two things, more accurately. You know, dick in your ass and fingers in your cunt, or the other way around, so you’re stuffed both ways. It’s a different way to keep a girl on her toes, giving it to her front and back at once.”And I positively melted then, nips hardening, twat aching, begging to try this new, illicit scenario. Because I wanted it desperately then,
MandyI’d heard losing your virginity as painful, but it’s not, not really. Sure, there was a pinch when Rob entered me with his powerful shaft, anything that big going into you is gonna be a little uncomfortable. But I was ready, he’d gotten me so wet and willing that it wasn’t bad at all. I’d squealed, eyes flying open, feeling so full, spread and taken, and utterly his. And there’d only been a moment of discomfort and then the big man was all the way in, seated completely.And oh fuck, but I loved it. I love having Rob’s dick in me, I love how it feels, thick, so huge and enormous, my mouth starts watering whenever I see it, whenever I even think about it. Because I need it in me, in my mouth, my pussy, and yes, even my ass. I’m a cumslut, there’s no doubt. Within twenty-four hours I’ve been transformed from a virgin into a girl who begs for dick, who needs semen like it’s the elixir of life, the only thing that can keep me going.And Mr. Parker’s into it too. After that incredible
And Mandy squealed, brown eyes widening as she was breached for the first time, a slight grunt escaping her lips.“That’s right,” I ground out, breathing labored, pausing for a moment. “That was your hymen breaking honey, your girlhood’s gone forever. Now fuck me back,” I commanded.And the brunette tossed her head, moaning a little, thrashing involuntarily within my arms. But there was no place to go, she was embedded on my thick cock, pussy walls eating it up. And with a moan and a shake of her head, a quiver of those huge tits, Mandy gave into the sensations then. Oh yeah, this was a slut who loved dick, a cum receptacle to the max, taking to the water like an eel, and that curvy white body began pulsing beneath me, around me, milking me deep.“Ohhhhh, Rob!” she whined, fingering her tits as I fucked her twat. “Oh, Mr. Parker!”And I grunted, thrusting into her once more, hips picking up speed as I drilled that tiny twat.“Oh fuck,” I ground out. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”Because what
And fuck, but it was tight, even for my finger. I pushed in determinedly, pussy flesh spreading to accept me and slowly twisted my finger within that hot channel, massaging her interior.“Mmm!” she moaned again, eyes drifting shut. “Oh Mr. Parker!”I grinned to myself.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “That’s how dick’s gonna feel in you, but much bigger.”But the brunette couldn’t hear, she was lost in the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. So taking advantage of the distraction, I slipped another big finger in, her hole like a vacuum.“Mmmm!” she moaned again, head thrashing slightly against her shoulders now, hips unconsciously jerking. “Mmmm!”And I shook my head, face grim. Because the virgin was so tiny, this snatch unbelievably tight. How the fuck was I gonna get my dick in if my two fingers were already being clamped to death, her interior channel resisting my digits?But there was only one way to go about it, and that was practice.“Baby,” I rasped, “Daddy’s
“It’s so wrong,” she breathed before a cry escaped her lips, transforming into a high whine. Because I’d leaned down and with a lascivious smile, trailed the flat of my tongue all the way from her asshole up those pussy lips, finishing at her clit with a last lick. Shit she tasted good, her nectar was going strong, tangy and sweet with a hint of honey.“That’s right baby,” I ground out. “Did you like that? There’s more of it where it came from if you do as Daddy says. Because we’re learning, baby, we’re learning, and Daddy wants you to give him a guided tour of your twat. So come on baby, what did you just pick up? Show Daddy,” I commanded.Mandy was breathing hard now, barely able to focus, and I wasn’t sure the brunette was going to be able to do it. But taking a deep breath, she looked down, eyes wide, and with one soft finger began to point.“These are my pussy lips,” she murmured, trailing her digits up and down the pink parentheses which grew puffier as she touched them, glossy
“That’s right baby, that’s what’s going into you. I know Daddy promised to stretch you out a bit, but we don’t have much time, so I’m gonna take the fast track. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart? You think you can go on the fast track like a good girl?”Mandy’s cheeks colored, huge tits quivering, pink nips pointed with desire.“I think so,” she began slowly. “I know so,” she said again, shaking her head with determination. “But Daddy, what is the fast track? I’m not sure.”And I grinned wolfishly.“Baby, it means that Daddy’s gonna prep this little vag good, I’m gonna stretch it out double quick. It’s gonna be sensational because it’s like going to the moon and back when you thought you were just going around the block. So twice as nice, twice as fast. Do you think you can do that for Daddy, baby? You think you can handle it?”And Mandy swallowed hard, eyes never leaving my cock.“I think I can,” she said slowly, “I know I can,” she said, her voice stronger this time. “But
RobShit, I’m a dirty motherfucker. Because after the call with Mandy’s parents, after Linda and Ray announced that they wouldn’t be arriving until the next morning, I sprang into action. I had just shy of twenty hours with my baby, twenty hours to feel that tight twat, to test out that sweet pussy, and shit I wasn’t wasting a moment of it.“Honey,” I ground out, voice deep. “You ready for a shower?”Mandy flushed. The girl was still completely nude and doused in my cum, some parts beginning to dry and flake, some still wet and seeping from her secret places. But instead of leaping into action, the little girl shook her head slowly, crossing her legs shyly.“Mr. Parker,” she began, “I don’t want to shower.”I looked at her hard. What the fuck? I thought all women liked to get clean, they were always in the bathroom for ages doing god knows what. So WTF was this?But the brunette shook her head again, clarifying.“Mr. Parker,” she said, clearing her throat. “I don’t want to shower beca