Her Dirty Little Games(An Erotica Collection)

I stood in front of my mirror, biting my lip as I adjusted my skirt-again. It was so short that if l bent over even slightly, you would see my private part.Perfect.A giddy shiver ran through me. I hadn't slept well since my first appointment with Dr Cole. Every night, my fingers had been a poor substitute for his. But today? Today was the day.Follow-up appointment.The words had played on loop in my mind for a week. He'd told me to schedule one, right before he'd pulled himself from my mouth and left me kneeling on the exam room floor, dizzy and desperate for more.I smoothed my hands over my body-hugging top, the fabric clinging to my pointed nipples. No bra. No panties. Just me, raw and ready for him.He's going to fuck me today. The thought sent a pulse of wetness between my thighs. I was already soaked again.My phone buzzed… my Uber was here.Time to go.*********The receptionist barely glanced up as l checked in, but I didn't care. My skin was buzzing, my pussy throbbing."L

He slowly placed mouth on my pussy, and he didn't tease, didn't start slow. He licked a broad stripe up my soaked slit, his tongue dragging through my folds like he was starving.I gasped, my fingers clawing at the seat."Oh fuck…!"He growled against me, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he feasted. His tongue circled my clit, before plunging lower, fucking me with it."You taste even better than I remembered," he rasped.I was trembling, my thighs shaking, my moans loud and shameless. His teeth grazed my clit and my back arched, I let out a broken cry as I came, hard, his tongue lapping up every drop. But he wasn't done.Before I could catch my breath, before the aftershocks of my climax even faded, his hands were on me again. I barely had time to look before his fingers dug into my hips, yanking me forward. The head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance, and my heart pounded."Look at me," he ordered.I obeyed, my gaze locking onto his… those predatory ey

My blood turned to ice.Ethan stood in the doorway, his sharp green eyes locked onto me…onto us.I was paralyzed, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I scrambled back on the exam table, my body still throbbing from Walsh's ruthless fucking. Walsh, to his credit, didn't even flinch. He just pulled out of me with a slow, filthy drag that made me whimper, tucking himself back into his pants.Ethan stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound made me jump."Lena," he said calmly. "Relax."Relax?My mind spun. Was he angry?Disgusted? Was this some kind of test? But then he smirked.And Walsh chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. "Told you she'd be perfect.”Wait... what?Ethan's gaze raked over me, taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, the way my skirt was still hiked up around my waist."How was she?" he asked Walsh, stepping closer.Walsh grinned. "Fucking perfect. Tight, wet, loud… just like you said."A shiver ran do

“What?” I whispered, not because I didn’t hear him… but because I needed to know he meant it. I needed to hear him say it again. Slowly.He stood calmly, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of me.“I said…” His hand grazed the side of my waist, “Unbutton your pants.”My skin tingled where his fingers had just touched, and my mind screamed at me to move, to say no, to do something.But I didn’t. I just stared at him.This man.This arrogant, impossible, maddeningly gorgeous man.Without thinking, my fingers moved down, brushing over the button of my pants.His eyes met mine.“No rush,” he said, his voice softer now. “I like watching.”Oh god.Heat curled deep in my belly.I undid the first button.The click echoed in the silence.Then the second.His eyes dropped lower, and I saw the way his jaw flexed. His gaze darkened as the second button slipped undone beneath my fingers.Then, suddenly, his hand was on my jaw.“Too slow,” he murmured. Before I could react, his other hand

At that point, I didn’t care why she was here. I just wanted to get fucked.I wanted him to ruin me… the way he’d promised with every glance, every command, every punishing swipe of his palm. My body was on fire, my thoughts were wrecked. My soaked panties lay forgotten on the cold kitchen tile, and all I could think was please, just take me already.“Strip,” he said… not a request.I obeyed without blinking. My fingers moved fast, unbuttoning the rest of my blouse, pushing it off my shoulders. My bra hit the floor next. Then my trousers, my trembling hands peeling them down my thighs.He stood there, watching like a predator, his eyes dragging over every inch of skin I revealed. And then he moved.One hand grabbed my throat, while the other slid down between my thighs. His fingers dipped into the wet heat of me, and he hissed between his teeth.“So fucking ready,” he growled. “I should make you beg for it.”“Please,” I whispered, breathless. “Please…”He kissed me, biting my lower li