TRIGGER WARNING:

THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.

Late Night Training

~RILEY.

The gym was completely empty at 10:17 PM. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the sound of my own heavy breathing.

I was bent over the weight bench, ass pushed high in the air, doing Romanian deadlifts. My tight black leggings clung to my curves like a second skin, and my sports bra barely contained my full breasts. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I had been teasing Coach Ronan Hale for months.

At twenty-one, I was a filthy little whore when it came to older men. Especially this one — my older brother’s former coach. Forty-four years old, 6’4”, built like a tank with thick muscle, and intense green eyes that always made my pussy throb.

“Lower your hips more, Riley,” his deep, commanding voice echoed behind me.

I obeyed, arching my back deeper and pushing my ass toward him.

A second later, his large, calloused hand landed firmly on my right ass cheek, “assisting” my form.

The touch sent electricity straight to my clit.

“Like this, Coach?” I asked breathlessly, deliberately pressing back against his palm.

Ronan didn’t answer right away. His grip tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. I felt him step closer. Then I felt it — the thick, heavy bulge of his hardening cock pressing against me through his sweatpants.

My pussy clenched hard.

He slowly rocked his hips forward, rubbing his massive erection between my ass cheeks, dry-humping me while pretending to correct my posture. The heat of his body against mine was intoxicating.

I moaned softly, unable to hide how much I wanted this.

Suddenly, without any warning, Ronan hooked his thick fingers into the waistband of my leggings and yanked them down roughly, along with my soaked thong, exposing my bare ass and dripping wet pussy to the cool gym air.

I gasped sharply. “Coach...!”

“Shut up,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “You’ve been begging for this for months, you little whore. Parading this tight young cunt in front of me every fucking day.”

He freed his massive cock. I felt the fat, throbbing head rub up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my juices.

Then he slammed into me.

One brutal, powerful thrust buried every thick inch of his huge cock deep inside my pussy. I cried out loudly, gripping the edges of the bench as he stretched me open wider than I’d ever been stretched before.

“Fuck!” I moaned. “You’re so big...g”

Ronan didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my hips with bruising strength and started fucking me hard, pounding my pussy with deep, savage strokes. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against my clit filled the empty gym.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he snarled, slamming into me mercilessly. “To be bent over and fucked like a dirty slut by a man old enough to be your father.”

“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “I’ve wanted your cock for so long, Coach. I’m such a whore for you.”

He fucked me even harder, his powerful body dominating mine completely. His thick cock destroyed my pussy with every brutal thrust, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed.

After a few minutes, he suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and sat on the bench. He pulled me on top of him, impaling me on his cock in one smooth motion.

“Ride me,” he ordered, gripping my ass with both hands.

I started bouncing on his massive dick like the eager whore I was, my tits jiggling wildly as I rode him hard. Ronan thrust up to meet me, driving his cock even deeper.

“Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he groaned, slapping my ass hard. “Such a greedy little cunt.”

He suddenly stood up, still buried inside me, and carried me over to the mirrored wall. He pressed my back against it and fucked me standing up, one of my legs hooked over his arm as he pounded me senseless.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded, forcing me to watch in the mirror. “Watch how well you take this old man’s cock.”

The sight was obscene — my young body being destroyed by this powerful 44-year-old man. My face was flushed, mouth open in constant moans, tits bouncing as he railed me.

I came hard, screaming as my pussy clenched violently around him.

Ronan didn’t stop. He carried me to the large floor mats, laid me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and folded me in half. In this position he fucked me even deeper, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my ass as he destroyed my cunt.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, choking me lightly with one hand while pounding me mercilessly. “Gonna pump this young whore pussy full of my cum.”

I came again, shaking and crying out as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. Ronan roared and buried himself to the hilt, flooding my womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside me until it started leaking out around his cock.

He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily.

Then he leaned down and kissed me possessively, biting my lower lip.

“You’re mine now, Riley,” he said darkly. “My personal little whore. And we’re not leaving this gym until I’ve used every hole.”

Ronan stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock still pulsing as my pussy fluttered around him. His hot cum was already leaking out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs. But the look in his eyes told me he was far from finished.

He slowly pulled out, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness. Thick, white ropes of his cum poured from my stretched hole and ran down my ass. Ronan stared at the filthy sight with dark satisfaction before flipping me onto my back on the large floor mats.

“Spread your legs wide,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

I obeyed immediately, opening my thighs shamelessly for him. He knelt between them and used two thick fingers to spread my cum-filled pussy lips apart, exposing my swollen clit.

“Look at this messy little cunt,” he growled. “Already full of my load and still dripping like a desperate whore.”

He started rubbing my clit with slow, firm circles using his thumb, spreading his own warm cum all over the sensitive nub. The slick, obscene sound of his cum-coated fingers playing with my clit made me moan loudly and roll my hips.

“Coach… please…” I whimpered.

Ronan increased the pressure, rubbing my clit faster in tight, relentless circles while watching every expression on my face. My thighs trembled. The combination of his rough thumb and his cum acting as lube was driving me insane.

Just when I thought I was about to explode, he lowered his head and devoured me.

His hot, hungry tongue dragged through my soaked folds, licking up our mixed juices before latching onto my clit. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly over the swollen bud while pushing two thick fingers deep inside my cum-filled pussy.

“Fuck— Coach!” I cried out, gripping his hair tightly.

Ronan ate my pussy like a starving beast — messy, aggressive, and completely filthy. He groaned against my flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. His fingers fucked me roughly, curling and stroking that perfect spot inside me while his mouth sucked and licked my clit without mercy.

I was shaking, moaning like a whore as he devoured me. He alternated between long, slow licks and fast, brutal suction on my clit, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. The wet, slurping sounds were lewd and loud in the empty gym.

I came violently on his tongue, screaming as my pussy gushed and clenched hard around his fingers. Ronan didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me through the orgasm, drinking every drop of my juices mixed with his cum until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did he rise up, his beard glistening, and position the fat head of his massive cock at my entrance.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch deep inside my still-spasming pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, my back arching off the mat.

Ronan fucked me with raw, animalistic power — long, punishing strokes that made my entire body jolt. His heavy balls slapped loudly against my ass with every savage thrust. He gripped my hips bruisingly, using them as leverage to drive even deeper.

“That’s it, you filthy little whore,” he snarled, pounding me mercilessly. “Take every inch of this old cock. This is what you’ve been craving for years.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and mounted me from behind. He gripped my hips and slammed back inside, fucking me even harder in that style. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the gym as he railed me without mercy.

I pushed my ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning shamelessly. “Harder, Coach! Destroy my pussy!”

Ronan slapped my ass hard, leaving red handprints, then yanked my hair back sharply as he destroyed me. He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while continuing to pound me.

He flipped me onto my back again, threw my legs over his shoulders, and folded me completely in half. In this position, he drove impossibly deep, his thick cock hitting places that made my eyes roll back.

Sweat dripped from his muscular chest onto my bouncing tits as he fucked me with brutal force. He wrapped one hand around my throat, choking me lightly while slamming into me.

“I’m going to fill this greedy cunt again,” he growled.

I came hard for the second time, screaming as my pussy clenched violently around his cock. Ronan roared and buried himself to the hilt, pumping me full of another massive load of thick, hot cum until it overflowed and ran down my ass.

Even after cumming twice, he stayed buried deep inside me, breathing heavily as he looked down at my cum-drenched, ruined body with pure possession.

“You’re mine now, Riley,” he said, voice dark and final. “My personal filthy little whore. And I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

I smiled up at him, completely spent, aching, and utterly satisfied.

“Good,” I whispered.

“I’ve been waiting to be owned by you.”

WRONG NEIGHBOR

TRIGGER WARNING:

THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES.

MIA.

I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.

My laptop screen was still glowing with the evidence of my downfall: a 47-page Google Doc titled “BDSM Research Notes – Things I Want To Try (Don’t Judge Me, Riley)”. It had bullet points, star ratings, hearts, and several unhinged paragraphs about wanting to be “gently destroyed by a hot older man who looks like he could snap me like a KitKat.”

I had meant to send it to my best friend Riley.

Instead, I sent it to Lucas Blackwell — my terrifyingly hot 42-year-old neighbor from the penthouse upstairs.

My phone buzzed.

Lucas: Mia.

Lucas: Did you mean to send this to me?

I screamed into my pillow so loud my cat judged me from across the room.

Mia: OH MY GOD NOOOOO

Mia: THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO HUMANKIND

Mia: PLEASE DELETE IT AND PRETEND I DON’T EXIST

Mia: I’M BEGGING YOU MR. BLACKWELL I’M JUST A CHAOS GREMLIN

His reply came way too quickly.

Lucas: Already read all 47 pages.

Lucas: Page 23 made me choke on my coffee.

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Ten minutes later, there was a firm knock on my door.

I opened it wearing an oversized hoodie and one mismatched sock, looking like a raccoon that had been caught committing tax fraud. Lucas stood there in a plain black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest, holding a small black gift bag.

“Hi,” I squeaked.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

“You wrote forty-seven pages of very creative sexual fantasies,” he said in that deep, dry voice of his. “About wanting an older man to take control. You even made a spreadsheet, Mia.”

I covered my burning face with both hands.

“I have a problem. I overshare when I’m horny. I’m a disaster. You’re allowed to laugh at me and then move to another country.”

Instead, Lucas sat on my couch like he owned the place and patted the spot beside him.

“I’m not here to laugh at you,” he said. “I’m offering to help. You clearly need guidance before you accidentally send your kinky wishlist to your boss.”

My brain short-circuited. “You’re volunteering to be my… Dom tutor?”

“Something like that.” He reached into the gift bag and pulled out a sleek black bullet vibrator. “I brought this. Figured we should start with something simple.”

I stared at the toy. Then at him. Then back at the toy.

“You just casually carry sex toys around like snacks?”

“I grabbed it after reading your list,” he said, completely deadpan. “Seemed useful.”

He pulled me gently onto the couch so my back was against his chest. My heart was trying to escape my ribcage. Lucas slowly slid the vibrator into my panties and pressed it right against my clit.

The moment he turned it on, I jolted like I’d been electrocuted.

“Oh my god— Lucas!”

“Shh,” he murmured, amusement clear in his voice. He held the toy firmly against me with one big hand while his other arm wrapped around my waist. “You’re very loud for someone who doesn’t want the whole building knowing her grumpy neighbor is teasing her with a vibrator.”

The vibrations were perfect and relentless. I squirmed and whimpered, my hips twitching uncontrollably.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I babbled between gasps.

“I sent my porn research to the man who once stared at my pizza delivery guy like he committed a felony.”

Lucas chuckled — a low, rare sound that made me clench. He increased the speed.

“You’re soaking through your panties already,” he commented casually. “Page 12 said you liked being teased until you begged. How are we doing?”

“I hate you,” I whined, laughing and moaning at the same time. “This is evil. You’re evil. I’m going to file a noise complaint against my own vagina.”

He kept the toy pressed perfectly against my clit, not letting me escape the pleasure. My legs started shaking. I gripped his forearm hard, burying my face in his chest as the orgasm built fast and strong.

When it finally hit me, I came hard — shaking, giggling, and making the most undignified noises into his shirt.

Lucas turned the toy off and held me as I caught my breath, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

“You’re even louder in real life than your writing suggested,” he said, almost fondly.

I looked up at him, flushed and dazed. “So… same time tomorrow, Professor Grump?”

He smirked, an actual smirk — and stood up.

“Tomorrow. And Mia?”

“Yeah?”

“Bring the full list. We’re just getting started.”

He left me sprawled on the couch, panties ruined, grinning like an idiot, already excited (and terrified) for whatever he had planned next.