⚠️ Content Warning:

If you're not ready for explicit scenes, taboo age-gap encounters, possessive domination, dark obsession, and heat that pushes every boundary—this book is not for you.

But if you are... welcome to your next addiction.

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“You’ll get everything you want—your mom’s surgery bills, your brother’s education, your father’s loan… and anything else you need—if you simply do what I ask,” Alex said smoothly, his voice low and commanding as his fingers lightly traced the curve of Abigail’s cheek. The space between them had all but disappeared.

Abigail’s breath hitched. “B-but, sir… what you're asking for—it’s wrong. For both of us.”

Alex’s expression darkened, the softness in his eyes vanishing like a switch flipped. “Then I guess you're willing to let your mother die for the sake of your principles.”

The word die sliced through her like a blade.

Her knees weakened. Her eyes welled. The pain of reality crushed whatever walls she had tried to hold up. This wasn’t about pride anymore—it was about saving the woman who had sacrificed everything for her.

With trembling lips, Abigail closed her eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek.

Then, she nodded.

Alex’s jaw tightened, his mouth curving into a slow, calculated smirk. The sight of her surrender—innocent, tearful, and helpless—ignited something primal within him.

He leaned in, the tension thick and crackling in the air, his breath brushing her skin like a promise she couldn't escape.

As he sniffed in her cologne, she could feel his breath tickle her skin. He brought his lips to her neck and played dryly with it. Abigail gasped as she instinctively threw her head backwards, closing her eyes.

He lifted his head from her neck, he loved the sight of her petite face. With his gaze fixed on hers, he gently took her hands and placed it on his hard manhood.

She let out a loud gasp and her eyes shot open. She looked down on where her hand was placed and then back at his face with wide eyes.

“Huge enough, huh?” Alex asked with a tight smirk on his face. “You're going to rub your sweet hands on it while I kiss you,”

Abigail's lips tightened as he brought his face closer. It all felt surreal to her. It was hard to accept that her second intimacy with a man would be this way. Her first time was with her first love whom she trusted with her cherry. He never returned after he took it from her. But this time she was doing it to save her mom.

Alex's lips on hers interrupted her thought. He forced his lips through, setting hers apart. His lips claimed hers, the kiss turning hot and messy in the best possible way. He sucked intensely, while making sure her hand was on the spot he ordered.

Abigail's eyes closed as she felt his tongue on her teeth. She tried to deny the sensation of his touch but it won eventually. Without realizing, she began rubbing her hand around his manhood area.

He pulled her even closer to him, his hands slid down to her ass. She gasped as he pressed his fingers into her soft ass, wrinkling her office dress.

The heat forming between her thighs and the liquid that dripped from her p**sy was undeniable as she clutched her legs together, tightening her grip on his manhood and moaning. Alex lifted her dress, his fingers gripped her soft ass and he spanked them.

Then they broke apart for breath, staring into each other's eyes. Abigail was breathing heavily while Alex directed his way under her panties, his eyes fixed on her face.

She could see the excitement in his smile as his middle finger felt the wetness in her p**sy lip.

A smirk formed on his face, “You're so f**king ready for my cock,” He whispered.

Abigail didn't respond, her face was flushed in embarrassment.

Unhesitatingly, Alex pushed her to the wall, his free hand grabbed her neck as he slid his middle finger into her p**sy, thrusting in and out really fast.

Her mouth parted in a soft gasp as his lips tugged into a crooked grin. His long fingers went deep into her p**sy and she moaned in pleasure, unable to help the fire his touch and thrust ignited.

Instinctively, Abigail lifted her right leg and wrapped it tightly around his waist, swiveling her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Alex lifted her under her ass while his other hand continued f**king her. Her consistent moans made him even harder and he took her to the top of his massive office table. He placed her on it and spread her legs apart. Alex licked his lower lips with great anticipation. He pulled off her panties and drew loose the single strap of her dress, causing it to slide down her shoulders.

His tap on her p**sy made her legs shudder in a thrill for his cock. She gave a long, genuine moan and placed her hand on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on her own slimy pussy.

Alex groaned as he bent lower, stuck out his tongue and began licking her clit. Abigail cried in pleasure as he pushed his tongue back and forth the soft bones of her clit. She couldn't help but hold his head firmly to herself, her eyes closed in sinful imaginations.

Alex took his tongue to her pussy and licked off her dripping juices. He whirled it on her pussy and she tightened her grip on his hair.

A sudden knock on the office door and it swung open. A middle aged man dressed in a plain white button down shirt and dark trousers walked in. The man’s face quickly turned pale with shock as he took in on his boss and his new employee.

Alex lifted his head. His face turned dark but calm.

“I--I’m sorry, sir,” his legs shook in fear.

“You're fired,” Alex said simply.

The man left the office without uttering more words. He knew he would worsen the situation by speaking more.

Alex returned his gaze to Abigail who felt herself drowning in guilt. He said nothing to her as he quickly undid his belt and took out his manhood from his briefs. Her eyes turned red from how veiny, thick and lengthy he was. It was a shade darker than his tanned skin.

Alex took a glimpse of her reaction before he adjusted her closer to him, spreading her legs even wider as he went in between, his cock dangling on her wetness.

Their nose touched as he kissed her soft lips slowly, she could hear his desire for her in his breath. She moaned at him as he started to push himself inside her. They paused the kisses and just stared closely at each other. Her heartbeat fluttered wildly, heat rushing through her veins with every inch of his cock going deeper.

Alex continued staring in her eyes as he pushed further. Then he threw his head backward and groaned, closing his eyes.

“god damn, you're so f*cking tight!” he groaned.

Abigail grabbed his neck and moaned. Her tight pussy slowly adjusted to his fat cock and Alex continued thrusting until his cock was hitting her base. He stared directly at her innocent face being carried away by his cock and promises. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was wide open in consistent moans.

“Ohh, yes, please, deeper, uhhhhh, arghhhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Her screams made him increase his pace. He loved it. She was clearly out of her senses. His balls tapped on her as he continued thrusting.

Then he felt his seed about to erupt but he didn't pull out. His hands went up to her breast and he squeezed it mercilessly while returning his lips to her mouth. One rough kiss and his nuts burst inside her. He held her ass firmly in a squeeze to keep her from withdrawing.

Then he looked at her flushed face. Her breathing came down but he could tell she was exhausted. Her eyes were faintly red as he pulled out of her.

“You enjoyed that, right?”

Abigail didn't respond. Her skin turned white with embarrassment as she dropped her gaze to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

She slowly helped herself down from the table and picked up her panties. Alex wiped her juices off his cock with a tissue, then he put the relaxing d**k back into his trouser. He rounded the table and sat on the leather chair as he watched her dress up.

Alex pulled out a cheque book and scribbled on it. Then he tore out the sheet and handed it to her.

Abigail received it and did her best to maintain her composure despite the sight of the five figure check in her hand.

“That's for being obedient. Now leave my office.” Alex snapped.

She murmured a quiet thank you and slipped the check into her handbag. But as her fingers curled around the doorknob and she pulled it open, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there—like sin in designer clothing—was the last woman she ever expected to see.

”Oh my god, Stacy, I feel really cold now,” Sam said with a shiver as she climbed out of the pool, her soaked bikini clinging to her curves. The moonlight danced on the rippling water, and the air had begun to carry that crisp, late-night chill.

We'd been splashing around for over an hour—laughing, racing laps, and pretending we were Olympic swimmers in a pool that barely passed for standard size. It was our well-earned break after a week of brutal exams.

Sam and I had clicked from the moment we met—two nervous freshmen fumbling our way through the chaos of college. We’d clung to each other like lifelines through orientation, first classes, and sleepless study nights. By now, she was more than a friend. She was my person.

“I’m just getting started,” I grinned, gliding onto my back and letting the water cradle me. “This is the only therapy I can afford, so I’m soaking in every second.”

She huffed out a laugh, wringing water from her ponytail. “Suit yourself. I’m going to grab a towel and get Martha to fix us some hot coffee before I turn into a popsicle.”

I watched her saunter off, droplets trailing behind her on the tile.

“Hey, Sam!” I called after her with a wicked smile. “I think I’ll just ditch the bikini and go full mermaid tonight.”

She paused mid-step, her laugh echoing through the patio. “Don’t you dare! My dad’s home, remember?”

I stuck out my tongue. “I’ll be quick. Just me, the water, and the moon.”

Sam shook her head, giggling. “You’re insane. But seriously—don’t scar him for life.”

“Too late!”

I hooked my thumbs under the strings of my bikini and tugged it off, tossing it onto the edge of the pool with a splash.

“Stacy!” Sam cried, covering her face like she couldn’t bear to look, though she peeked through her fingers. “You’re the worst.”

“Go get that coffee, prude. Let me live my scandalous life in peace!”

Her laughter faded as she stepped into the house, and I was left alone with the soft hush of the water and the hum of cicadas in the distance. The night wrapped around me like velvet, the water warm against my bare skin. I floated on my back, eyes closed, arms stretched wide.

There was something freeing about it—being naked under the open sky, unbothered, unseen. Or… so I thought.

The subtle thrill of it all sent a ripple of warmth down my spine. My fingers drifted along my stomach, teasing upward, then lower. I touched between my legs and it was wet as f**k. The relaxation in the water did more to my nerves than I had thought. My nipples were pointed and the goose bumps on my skin made me gasp excitedly.

I heard footsteps. That must be Sam, I thought, my heart still fluttering from the stolen thrill of being naked under the moonlight.

I swam toward the edge, ready to tease her again—but the figure stepping into the soft glow of the patio lights was definitely not Sam.

It was him. Mr. Carter. Samantha’s father.

“Sam, is that you?” He asked, coming towards the pool. My breath hitched, watching the figure until it was right in front of me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

My breath caught as I dipped just a little lower in the water, suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin, of how the pool was both a shield and a spotlight.

His gaze on me was strong, I was sure he was able to get a glimpse of my curves. “Well, uh, umm..” words caught in my throat but he interrupted.

“What are you doing here alone, Stacy?” He asked in a whisper.

“Sam and I were chilling but she went in to get a cup of coffee.” I finally found my voice but the tension between us was immeasurable.

“Oh, I'll just keep you busy until she's here.”

“No, that won't be a good idea!” I said quickly, scared that Sam would take it the wrong way.

“Why is that?”

“I-I’m sort of naked in here.” I was certain he could hear the uneasiness in my voice.

He smiled, “I'm just like a father to you, Stacy, you shouldn't worry about that.” He pulled off his shirt and took off his shorts. My eyes widened at the sight of the d**k prints on his boxer briefs. I gasped and closed my eyes. Then I heard a loud splash and water sprayed over me.

I opened my eyes and turned around only to find Sam's dad in the water, swimming towards me. I quickly turned around again and grabbed the pool deck, holding it tighter. My heart raced, hoping he wasn't really coming closer to me.

Then I felt it—the subtle shift in the water, gentle ripples brushing against my back. My breath hitched. I didn’t have to turn to know he was stepping closer to me. The warmth of his presence crept closer with every slow wave, the silence between us thick with something I couldn’t name… something I didn’t dare acknowledge just yet. His chest pressed on my back and slowly, I felt his hands move upward to my br**sts.

I exhaled, “What the hell!”

“Relax, Stacy, don't be scared.” he whispered.

“No, this is wrong,” my heart raced faster with each squeeze he gave, my eyes continuously darting to the backyard entrance, hoping Sam would not walk in on us.

He continued to press his hands into my soft full breasts, pushing his hips forward against my a*s. I could feel his bulgy d**k press between my ass. A soft moan escaped my lips but I refused to let myself fall for my best friend's dad.

I tried to pull out his hands but he tightened his grip on my breast. He began planting kisses on my neck and I felt myself melt away. But I still couldn't get rid of the lingering guilt of getting intimate with my best friend's dad. I felt heat grow between my thighs despite being in the cold water under the cold night. I felt weak and I couldn't struggle to get his hands off me anymore.

He was still pounding his hips against my a*s and I let out soft moans, each one laced with a gasp of pleasure. I clutched my hands tighter to the pool deck and began responding to his bangs. I pushed myself backward to feel him better.

Sam’s dad held my cheek and turned my neck to the side. He brought his lips closer and began licking my lips lightly, deepening with every ticking second. I closed my eyes and reached for his d**k, rubbing it with my hands. Just as I needed to feel it more, I shoved my hand into his briefs and pulled it out. I gasped on how huge it was. Of course, he was way older than me, what did I expect? It was so large and long that my fingers couldn't go round it.

I stroked it while we kissed. My p**sy had become so wet that I could feel my juices dripping off. I rubbed my hands around his tip and felt his precum spill out.

“Please, fuck me quickly, before Sam arrives,” I begged as I licked his lower lips.

He turned me around and pushed me to the wall. Then he lifted my a*s and rubbed his tip on my clit, gliding it down to my p**sy.

“Arghhh, you're f*cking slimy. I'm going to insert my entire length in you,” he groaned.

The next thing I felt was Mr. Carter’s huge cock going deep into my tight p**sy. Inch by inch, he went deep and deep until he hit somewhere really extreme. I screamed due to the sweetness, losing every ounce of control in me.

He quickly cupped a hand to my mouth, grinding my p**sy with his c**k. I continued to moan in his hands holding his hips as if that would help to make him go deeper in me.

I pulled out a hand and started rubbing my cl*t as I felt myself get closer to orgasm. I began jerking in the water, my legs felt too weak to carry my weight. but Sam's dad held me in place. He moved to the pool stairs and sat. He dragged me closer and made me go down on my knees.

I learned forward and took his c**k in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. I began by circling my mouth around his tip but he wrapped up my wet hair and pushed my mouth to go deeper until his c**k hit my throat. He groaned and threw his head backward, ensuring I didn't withdraw. He started pushing himself forward, f**king my mouth. The thought of him f**king my mouth sent a thrill through my veins and I felt myself getting wet all over.

There was a burst of c*m in my mouth and he drew himself out of me, nodding in assurance and satisfaction as I swallowed every bit of his c*m. That could have been Sam's step sibling if he had released it in my p**sy. I got to my feet, feeling a wave of satisfaction course through my veins.

“Hurry, you need to get out of here before Sam returns.” He quickly put on his clothes and left the backyard.

I stepped out of the pool and hurriedly put on my bikini, wondering why Sam hadn't returned yet. Anyways, I felt lucky cos it wouldn't have ended well if she had walked in on her dad and me f**king.

The night breeze plastered on my skin and I felt shivery. I quickly went into the house and upstairs to Sam's room. She was lying lazily on the bed, her cup of coffee on the bedside table. She obviously dozed off. I quickly changed into my pajamas. I had brought a few clothes along with me.

As I dried my hair with a dryer in front of the mirror, I caught a spill of Sam's Dad’s cum on my cheek. I rubbed it off with a small smile forming on my lips. I quickly recalled the taboo f*ck I had with her dad minutes ago. I put down the dryer and snuggled myself under the duvet beside Sam, refusing to feel guilty for what we did.

The music throbbed like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floor and up her spine. Strobe lights flickered above, painting the room in fleeting shadows, but her attention was locked on two men across the bar—both dark-haired, tattooed, and smoldering like sin carved into flesh.

She hadn’t planned to dance tonight, hadn’t even planned to flirt. But her heels were already moving, hips swaying with the bass as if her body had made the decision without her.

One of them—tall, with a silver ring through his bottom lip—caught her eye and smirked. He loved her dance moves and the way her guardless br**sts jiggled beneath her sleeveless v-cut slit dress. The second leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Then both of them were walking toward her, and suddenly the crowd didn’t exist anymore.

“You look like you could use a little danger,” the lip ring murmured, his voice a gravelly caress. She smiled and turned her face away and continued dancing to the music.

He unexpectedly pulled her by the waist. Her hand rested on his chest and she looked up at him. “We’ve got a place,” he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind her ear with surprising gentleness. “Private. No rules. Unless you want them.”

A jolt of excitement clicked in her. She turned to the other man standing near and he nodded with an unreadable expression. She pulled herself away from his arms and gestured for them to lead the way.

It should’ve felt reckless. Going with two strangers to somewhere unknown was wild but her desire overrides logic. As she let them guide her out into the warm city night, the loud music of the bar slowly faded. All she could feel was the thrill licking at her skin like fire.

The ride in the back of their sleek black car was filled with tension—charged glances, fingers brushing on leather seats, her pulse racing faster with every turn.

When they finally stepped into the elevator of a high-rise downtown, silence draped over them like a spell. Only the hum of anticipation remained as the numbers ticked higher. The elevator chimed open and the lip ring gestured her forward. He came out next and the other man followed behind. The lip ring pushed open a white door with a silver handle and she stepped in.

“So,” she said, spinning slowly in the center of their chic, dimly lit apartment, “what now?”

The one with the lip ring stepped forward. “Now,” he said, tugging off his jacket, “we find out what happens when two becomes three.” He pushed her down to the bed, her hair rippled across her face, but she quickly brushed it aside and looked up. He straddled her on the bed and leaned in, sniffing in her cologne.

“Uhh,” he moaned, “you smell so sweet, I guess your p**sy smells this same way.”

She blushed and turned her face to the side. Her gaze met the other man seated on the couch, undoing his belt. She watched him zip down his trouser and hold his c**k firmly. He gave it a stroke and his eyes landed on hers. She turned away shyly.

The lip ring leaned in on her. He guided his lips to her neck and kissed it. A kiss that gently developed into a suck. She let out a breath filled with soft moans, broken by shallow gasps as the cold ring on his lips tickled her skin. Overwhelmed by her burning desire, she clutched her legs tightly around his waist and swivelled her hips beneath him. He sucked lightly from her neck up to her jaws and cheeks.

Her eyes shut close, and she reached to grab his neck but he was already lifting himself from her. He started unbuttoning his shirt. His c**k looked rock hard beneath his trousers and her juices dripped in her panties as she anticipated to see what it would look like in its bareness.

Finally, he took off his trousers and unveiled his hard monster. She gasped and reached for her cl*t, rubbing it and moaning. The lip ring leaned forward between her thighs. He lifted her dress and held the elastic band of her panties and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He laid on her, looking fiercely into her eyes. Then he rubbed the tip of his huge d**k on her wet p**sy.

“Oh, my goodness!” She moaned.

Slowly, he started to stick it in, every inch of him going inside her made her quiver. She grabbed his neck and pulled him in to go even deeper. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she moaned as he began thrusting deep inside her.

The other man on the couch sat silently as he watched them f**k. The stimulating view in front of him and his strokes on his own d**k made him moan silently. He stroked himself until there was a pre-cum at the tip of his veiny c**k. Then he stood up and went over to the bed beside her. He stuck a hand inside her dress and took out her watermelon b**bs.

“god damn, she’s awesome,” he whispered underneath his breath. He squeezed it with great efficiency and his expertise while playing with her ni**ples sent ecstasy through her veins. She screamed and gripped the sheets tight. Two f**king hot men giving her pleasure had to be the best thing that had ever happened to her.

His eyes darted to the fast, slurpy thrust of his friend's d**k in her p**sy. It was so f**king hot, he thought. He went on his knees and lifted her head to the position of his d**k. He held her in place and began f**king her mouth. A mumbling sound was the result of his fat c**k filling her mouth. The two men groaned simultaneously—one from the pleasure he got from her pussy and the other from his d**k hitting her throat.

The lip ring withdrew his d**k from her p**sy with a long groan. He fell on the other side and lifted her to his top. The d**k of the other man fell off her mouth.

On top him, She picked up his d**k and inserted it impatiently. She placed her hand on his chest and began grinding her p**sy on him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her to his chest, moving his hips up and down that her p**sy swallowed his entire long d**k. His balls clapped on her a*s and she screamed with every thrust.

Suddenly, she felt another d**k behind her trying to make its way into her other hole. He applied some lubes and started gliding inside her with practiced efficiency. Every inch of the second d**k going deeper from behind caused her to scream louder. She had prolly never felt anything as sweet as what she was feeling. The man behind gripped her a*s while he banged her with an increasing pace. And the lip ring man under her continued pounding her p**sy non-stop.

“Oh, my, I'm gonna c*m, I'm gonna c*m!” she squealed ecstatically. “Punish me, yes, yes, yes, yes, urghhhhhh.” She groaned loudly and fell on the bed, squirting. They both followed her up. The lip ring man continued with her mouth and the other one inserted into her p**sy, banging her selfishly until they both felt their nuts rushing to burst out. They quickly pulled out and stroked their own d**cks, their c*m splattered over her body and the sheets. With a loud satisfied groan, they fell on the bed, their faces flushed.

The three of them laid helplessly for minutes until their energy returned. They got up and quickly dressed. It was almost midnight by the time they stepped out to drop her off. The drive to her home was silent but you could tell from their faces that they were immensely satisfied with the f*ck.