LOGINChapter 7.Dad? Dad’s best friend? No. No… this can’t be happening… her eyes moved from Mitchell then back to Alessio. This can’t be happening. The man who had spread her legs wide and fucked her pussy good was her dad’s best friend?Isadora’s heart pounded in her chest as his eyes dragged across her body, slowly unraveling and accentuating every curve like it was his first glance of her.His expression looked calm and collected, but she didn’t know what was going through his mind.What if? What if he got angry? What if he flared up? What if he turned to Mitchell, yelled and called her a fool for bringing a call girl to his house?Her mind raced with a thousand more possibilities and she just stood there, legs wobbling in fear.Mitchell stood between them, staring at her father then back at Isadora.“Why are you not saying anything?” she asked gently, nudging at Isadora.“Saying?” Isadora’s lashes fluttered and she blinked back, trying to process Mitchy’s words till they landed on her
Chapter 6. Isadora’s back arched off the bed, her stomach churning as his cock slammed deeper into her pussy. “Arghhhh!! God!!! Yes!!!” Her eyes rolled backward, pussy wrapping tightly around his cock while she trembled violently from the pleasure of being fucked rightly. “Damn!” Alessio gritted, nails digging deeper into her hip while he fucked her pussy harder, throwing his head backward from greater pleasure. “Oh… god… yes!!! I am…” Her body trembled, toes curling as he rammed himself deeper into her pussy which was now splashing around with juice. “I am going to cum! I am going to cum…” Isadora cried, tears rolling past her cheeks in pleasure. Alessio’s pace fastened, his cock slapping deeper into her wet pussy. “Cum for me,” he groaned, voice heavy and breathless. As though his words were everything she had been waiting for, her body tensed, orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. “Arghhhhhh…” She screamed, unable to control her body which was now thrashing back and f
Chapter 5. Isadora’s heart skipped at the sudden realization. Agency? Slut? Whore. All those names were for call girls. And she wasn't. She was a call girl. But how does she explain that she wasn't? How does she explain she wasn't a call girl when her body was burning and her pussy was dripping and desiring more of him? She should pull away, a voice whispered in her head, but Isadora was too weak, too needy, and too helpless to pull away. Her skin was on fire, and her pussy was pleading and dripping so hard for him to fuck her. She didn't want this… but her body wanted it and she couldn't fight against it. So she just settled into his huge arms, reminding herself that she would never meet him again, and this…. This was just a one-night thing, to get rid of the state Manson has placed her in. And to also relieve herself of this unshakable urge. The door to a room opened and Alessio walked them into his private suite, the cool air of the room grazing their skin as he shut the doo
Chapter 4. Slut? The word struck her like a slap, but his command struck her like lightning. Alessio’s voice was calm, too calm to have made her body jolt with so much sensation. A feeling rose between her thighs, daring her to take the bait. No one. Absolutely no one in this world has ever called her slut. But he did. And somewhere between shame and pleasure. She loved it. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, watching him as he leaned back into the chair before directing her gaze back to the tip of his cock that was already leaking with precum. ‘Leave.’ A voice in her head yelled… and something in her yeiled to that. Yes. She should leave. Just because she was drugged and dripping and unable to control herself doesn't mean she was helpless. With all power mustered, Isadora made to pull away, but just as she turned, Alessio's hand found her hair, yanking her back into her pussying. “Ouch….” Isadora flinched, her eyes squinting from the pain of his grip. Alessio leane
Chapter 3. Isadora’s body stilled, too stiff to move an inch away from his lap. The tension in the room stretched, and her eyes dragged across his physique… Hard angled brows, straight nose, sharp jawline, curtain mullet hair, and a fucking lips that could do a perfect job between her already twitching pussy. God! He was hot! Too hot to walk on the planet, Earth. His jaws were sharp. And his eyes were cold and piercing. But all of that did not take a single inch of gorgeousness away from him. A feeling tingled between her legs and her thighs clamped instinctively, trying to suppress the pressure that was building hotter between them.Isadora’s throat bobbled as she suppressed a lump, spontaneously grinding her ass into something hot. Once, her belly tightened immediately, mind straying to the thoughts of what could be pressing into her ass. For a second, she forgot why she was in this room and the only thing that suddenly mattered was the racing sound of her heart, the pulsing f
Chapter 2. Isadora sat on the stood opposite the counter, downing the shots that Manson laid in numbers before her. “Take it easy.” His voice came in loud above the bustling music. Easy? Isadora scoffed, downing another shot. Her head spun, but she clutched it tightly, taking another wide gulp and setting the glass aside. Manson’s heart clenched as he watched Isadora pathetically. “Hey….” He reached for her hand, stroking the back of her palm with his thumb. “You can stay here for the night, Isa. And…. And after tonight when I am off shift you can come live with me till you find an apartment of your own.” Isadora said nothing, she just stared at Manson with heavy eyes and tired breath. So this is it? This is the story of her life? To squat around with people? Guilt crawled around her chest and she looked away. Manson has been her friend since college and he has really been of great support. But she hated that she was the friend who took from them without giving in return







