Chapter 1: Morning Temptation
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of our Carlton mansion, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors. I stepped out of the steamy third-floor bathroom, a towel slung low around my hips, droplets of water still clinging to my broad shoulders. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of Melbourne waking up outside. I padded down the stairs, the cool air teasing my skin, and stopped by Prue’s room on the ground floor.
She was sprawled across her bed, brown hair fanned out like a halo, her curvy frame barely covered by a thin silk sheet. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 'Morning, love,' I murmured, my voice a low rumble. She stirred, a sleepy smile curving her lips. 'Don’t wake the beast, Will,' she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. 'I need my beauty sleep.'
I chuckled, straightening up. 'You’re already a knockout, Prue. Sleep tight.' As I turned to head back upstairs, I caught a glimpse of movement on the second floor. Marli. She leaned against the doorway of her room, her dirty blonde hair tousled, wearing a flimsy sundress that hugged every inch of her curvy frame. Her hazel eyes locked on mine, and a sly smirk played on her lips.
'Got a minute, tall, dark, and dripping?' she called out, her voice a sultry purr that sent a jolt straight to my core. I raised an eyebrow, adjusting the towel as I climbed the stairs toward her. 'For you, Marli, I’ve got all day,' I shot back, keeping my tone light but feeling the heat already building.
She stepped aside, gesturing me into her room with a flick of her wrist. 'Let’s keep this quick, shall we? Don’t want Prue thinking we’re plotting world domination up here.' Her laugh was sharp, wicked, and it made my pulse race. I stepped in, the door clicking shut behind me, and before I could say a word, she was on me. Her fingers tugged at the towel, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
'Damn, Will,' she whispered, her eyes raking over me, hungry. 'You’ve been hiding this from me for too long.' She sank to her knees, her lips brushing against me, soft at first, then bolder. I groaned, my hands instinctively threading through her hair as I felt myself grow hard in her hot, teasing mouth. 'Marli, fuck, you’re gonna kill me,' I muttered, my voice rough with need.
She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her lips glistening, a devilish grin on her face. 'Not yet, big guy. I’ve got plans for you.' I hauled her up, my hands gripping her hips as I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear. 'Do you want to fuck?' I growled, the words raw and urgent.
Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she nodded, her voice a hushed, gleeful whisper. 'Hell yes, Will. Right now.' She tugged me toward her bed, hitching up her dress to reveal the bare, wet heat of her. My breath caught, and I positioned myself over her, every muscle in my body taut with anticipation. 'We’ve gotta be quiet,' I warned, glancing toward the door. 'Prue’s just downstairs.'
Marli’s laugh was low, daring. 'Then you’d better make me bite my lip, stud.' And with that, I thrust into her, the tight, dripping warmth of her pussy pulling a stifled groan from my throat. Her nails dug into my back, her body arching beneath me as we moved together, the bed creaking softly under our weight. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and desire, and I knew we were teetering on the edge of something explosive.
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