Chapter 6 – Riding the Wrong Man July’s thighs trembled as she sat impaled on him, her slick walls gripping him tight, her breath ragged in the dark room. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this full, this stretched. Her pussy throbbed around him, spasming with every tiny shift of her hips. “God, you’re so huge tonight,” she whispered, almost to herself, her blonde hair falling around her flushed face. “I can...

Chapter 1 Two Years of Almost July pushed the apartment door open, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifting out of the kitchen. She had been here more times than she could count — two years’ worth of visits, dinners, lazy Sundays, movie nights. By now, Mark’s apartment felt half like her second home. “Hey, babe!” Mark’s voice called as he appeared in the hallway, his boyish grin wide as always. He leaned in to...

Before the Vows Chapter Twelve: The Obsession Claire was lost. Her lips were stretched around Jaxon’s cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and filthy, while her fingers rubbed furiously between her own thighs. Spit dripped down her chin. The head of his cock glistened with wetness from her mouth and her spit-slicked hand. She had never felt this dirty. She had never felt this alive. Her wedding was tomorrow. And her...

Chapter Six: The Crash (Rewritten) The air in the ballroom had changed. The chandeliers above still glowed soft gold, but the room felt darker somehow—warmer. Heavy. Like the space had inhaled her secrets and was holding its breath, waiting. Claire could barely move. Her thighs were slick, her breathing unsteady. Her body—trapped, trembling, traitorous—was pressed against Jaxon, still facing away from him, locked in a slo...

Chapter One: Just Talk The ballroom had emptied hours ago. Soft candlelight still flickered from the centerpieces. The band had packed up, the staff long gone, and only the faint hum of air conditioning broke the silence. The dance floor was clean again, smooth and empty under the chandeliers. Claire stood in the middle of it all, barefoot and alone, in her white rehearsal dress—the one her mother had called “tastefully s...

Chapter Eight: Ruined The room was still. Only the sound of their shallow breathing filled the dark. Jared was still inside her, body pressed tight against hers, his breath warm on her neck. Lena lay beneath him, trembling—used, full, and stunned. She should’ve been exhausted. She should’ve gotten up. Left. Pretended it never happened. But instead… her body stirred again. He felt it. The way her hips shifted. The way she...

Chapter One: Something About Him Lena had always been the “good girl.” Sweet, responsible, soft-spoken. At twenty-two, she’d built a life that was simple but stable: a steady job, a decent boyfriend, a modest apartment on the edge of the city. She worked at a local kindergarten where she was beloved by both kids and parents. Every morning, she tied her chestnut-brown hair into a ponytail, slipped into her soft pink scrubs...