MICHAELA kiss was all she asked for, but damn, she wanted more.Her body fit perfectly in my arms. Hell, her waist was so good to hold. I'd love to hold it while guiding her as she rode me."Oh, Mike..." she whimpered as I sipped at the skin of her neck.She smelled so good, and the soft noises she made sounded like thousands of angels singing in my ears, as if the gates of heaven were beginning to open."Do you really want this?" I asked, seeking assurance.I never asked the women I bed if they were sure about what would happen next. They were always the ones to initiate the battle in bed. But right now, what has gotten into me?There's nothing sweet about me. I kiss rough, I fuck hard."Yes," she breathed.Running my fingers through her yellow hair, I lightly tugged it to gain better access to her neck, savoring the growing fetish I had for her.Damn, I wanted to leave marks on every inch of her skin. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to have her.Setting her on the counter, our eyes
NATASHAI feel like I'm in heaven. Or, more accurately, he's the one leading me there.My skin is exposed to the night, and I should be feeling the chill. Yet, his tender caresses generate such warmth that I can't help but perspire.Although I'm lying in bed, he leaves me gasping for breath."Mike..." His name escapes my lips as a knot of anticipation forms in my stomach.Tonight, every sensation is a revelation. It's an exhilarating experience I never imagined I'd encounter.My hand finds its way to the back of his head while my hips instinctively respond to the tantalizing movements of his tongue exploring my intimate area.I feel like I'm scaling a towering mountain solo, and I can already glimpse the summit.As I grip and tug at the sheets, my eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure electrifying every nerve in my body.A swarm of butterflies takes flight in my stomach. Stars twinkle behind my tightly shut eyelids as I ascend to the clouds. My legs tremble with satisfa
MICHAELHer scent, her whimpers—the softness of her skin, the sight of her beauty.Damn, I want her. I still do."Yes! Yes, Michael! Fuck me hard, please?" The voice of the woman I have as Tasha's replace begged.Handpicked. She's got the blonde hair and nice soft skin just like Tasha. But I have to take her from behind. I don't want to see her face, for all I can think of is banging the shit out of that young woman.I pounded hard, imagining Tasha's face when I ate her. Her moans still ring in my head.She was begging for me, she wanted me to have her. She wanted me to be her first. But why the fuck did I refuse? I have rules.Fucked up rules. I want to break them."Michael! Oh, Michael!" She chanted my name like I'm a saint. But that's not the voice I wanted to hear; I want Tasha.I love the way she held my shaft, the way her warmth wrapped around me. How she opened her legs wide for me. How she tasted on my lips.She was so tight. I must have hurt her.I didn't know. I didn't know
NATASHAIs that what he called it? Stupidity?Last night, Mike left me hollow, his words echoing in my head, the pain between my thighs a raw reminder.He began making me feel special, so he should end it by making me feel extraordinary.I knocked on his door, bringing nothing but myself, clad in a red floral dress, just as I am.Standing there, anxiety gnawing at me, I expected him to push me away as soon as he opened the door. Instead, an unfamiliar face of a handsome man munching on raw lettuce greeted me.If Mike's hair is dark, this guy's is a mix of black and blonde. Piercing blue eyes scanned me from head to toe, but his cold gaze didn't match his warm smile.Despite his good looks, Mike's charm would always outshine his. Why am I comparing them? Where is Mike?"Hello," he greeted, leaning on the door frame, shifting his weight onto one leg. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"His cliché pick-up line made me grimace.Extending his free hand, he grinned. "You must be
MICHAELI enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.I took that. I fucking did.My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.She's mine now."Yeah, yo
NATASHAWith a sigh of relief, I placed the tray on the counter, marking the end of my shift and the end of the day's toil. However, I couldn't escape the prying gaze of Doris."What?" I questioned, removing my apron."I've watched you for months, moving around the diner with such elegance. Your posture is impeccable - your back straight, head held high, and your walk, like you own the runway," she observed.There was no escaping her scrutiny."But I've noticed something different these past three days. You've been waddling like a penguin," she squinted at me. "Did Mike wrecked that pussy?" She shifted her eyes below my waist.Caught off guard, I choked on my own spit, staring at her wide-eyed while clutching my throat. "Doris!"Her laughter echoed around the room. "I knew it! You've always had good taste in men, but I didn't expect you to fall for him so quickly. You've only just met him, right?""I never said I did," I defended myself, but Doris remained unconvinced."Your silence s
MICHAELI've never been one to sleep with women more than once, let alone linger for pillow talk or cuddles. Yet here I am, comfortably lounging in her bed, twirling her golden locks around my fingers while she nestles into me.Her head rests on my chest, likely attuned to the rhythm of my heart, which had been racing just a few hours ago.Three days, I was gone.Three days of madness and turmoil, during which I was so out of sorts that I nearly unleashed my frustration on my father. Thankfully, I managed to keep him at bay.The dinner with the Solons went surprisingly well, despite the persistent bitch they wanted me to marry causing my skin to crawl.After such stressful days, rest was essential. And I found it with Tasha."Would it be intrusive if I asked where you've been?" She queried out of the blue."Thought you were asleep," I responded.She propped herself up on her elbow to face me, her hand tracing the contours of my chest as her eyes followed her fingers' path.Meanwhile,
NATASHAMy head felt flushed as soon as I realized that it was Doris whom Mike had opened the door for.He was standing there in his boxers, clearly looking satisfied giving someone a mind-blowing sex. And that someone would be me.I held my head in disbelief as I watched him approach the bed, feeling a mix of depression and embarrassment."She asked us to tone it down," Mike casually uttered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "She said she received complaints from one of the guests about some... sensual disturbances coming from this flat."I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, while Mike acted as if there was nothing to worry about. He seemed proud of what had just happened.Why wouldn't he be? He's a man, and it's in his advantage to create a scandal with a woman who enjoys his performance.I covered my face with my hands, desperately wanting to disappear. If the floor could swallow me up, I would gladly volunteer.Doris had just confirmed all the things I had been defe