Quinn's POV"I can't leave. Not until you suck my dick, rich bitch!" Josh had a look on his face. He meant what he had just said. I gaped in disbelief."What did you say?" I asked, wanting to make sure he meant it.Josh repeated himself easily. The nerdy motherfucker had finally grown some balls. Wow!His face twisted as he bared his teeth at me. Red streaks of fat veins appeared around his face giving him a menacing look.He inched closer to me forcing me to move into the room till my back was against the far wall.It wasn't funny anymore yet he smirked. He reminded me of an evil clown."Josh-" I stuttered.He raised a finger to stop me. "Shut the fuck up."Yep. It was no longer funny.The smile faded from my face and the color drained out completely. I wasn't sure how to react but he was starting to scare me.He was breathing hard, his chest heaved heavily like an agitated beast.His lips twitched."You're going to get what you deserve. A dick running down your throat."I gasped. H

Quinn's POVI slammed my room door hard as I got in. My whole body shook from the anger I was feeling.I paced while I tried to convince myself he wasn't worth getting mad. The more I tried the angrier I got.Who the fuck does he think he is?!Pain crept up my arm paralyzing me for a moment. In my anger, I had shoved his chair on the floor completely forgetting my hand was in a bad state."Fuck." I winced through the pain.It was nothing compared to my anger. To the thick lump at the back of my throat. It was nothing compared to my rage!I had to get back at him. He had to pay. I had to make him suffer. But how?I relaxed a little and settled down to think of the ways I could get back at him. Everything I could think about was just too minor for what he deserved.My mind worked overtime until it became clear to me there was one way I could get him that would hurt him bad. It was pure evil and I hated myself for even considering it but there was no other way. I had to go with it.With

Quinn’s POVMy body ached.It ached for more. More of his sweet cock. I mean who fucked that good? I’d done most of the work but it had felt incredibly good having him inside me.Now as I laid beside him on the kitchen floor, my body craved for more.“Are you still alive?” I asked.He hadn’t said a word since we stopped. He just lay by my side very still.“I’m trying to be.”I grinned. He was going to have to try harder because I wasn’t done yet.I had his dick in my hand. A pulse throbbed. His dick hardened into granite. My eyes flashed matching the desire in his eyes. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Anthony watched me with barely concealed hunger.He’s hungry for my body, I thought biting my lips.He got up keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. He picked me up easily and dropped me on the countertop. It felt cold under my ass so I groaned softly.Anthony pointed the tip of his dick at my pussy. It was what I wanted. Push it in!My eyes begged him to do it but he didn’

A young man married to an older woman gets a call to attend a cruise on behalf of his wife. It is a cruise he can't forfeit. He soon meets his stepdaughters; hot, sensual, and tempting young women who make life for him unbearable on the ship. His cock can't take it any longer. And then there's the dangerous PA who just wants him to shove his cock inside her deep icy coochie.STORMIE DANVERSThe call I got from Mom that morning bothered me a little. It bothered me more than I care to admit. She sounded off and I could tell something was wrong even though she tried not to show it. It bothered me a lot."Are you still thinking about the call?" Brian asked.He frowned irritably. He was a sweet guy but he could be an asshole when it involved family.I nodded. I was still thinking about the call. Asking about it was his way of showing he was still a crappy boyfriend.He sighed before leaving the room. He was probably going back to the living room to hang out with the guys, doing nothing but

3. GREALISH BAKERI could think of worse ways to spend my weekend than being on a luxurious yacht going to a resort I didn't care about. I could be stuck on a deserted island or broke in Bristol, the city that never sleeps.It had been luck giving me a shot at having a life for once in my miserable existence when I met Estelle. She had been a customer at the spa where I worked part-time. She was in her late sixties, alone and vulnerable.I'd let morality and my inadequate upbringing stop me from seducing her but my fate was decided when I found out she was a divorced billionaire. We have been married for three months now and so far I have gotten used to the life of comfort.I didn't have to beg anymore or live on the edge not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. I could afford whatever the fuck I wanted and occasionally I risked having petty flings with pretty girls.Estelle had bought the hotel and bar as a wedding gift. My days of toiling for the rich as a nobody were