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Princess And The Knight Pt 2
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Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Stranger In The House Of Mirrors Pt4
Chapter 4His mouth is on me before I can take another breath, his tongue flat and hot against my pussy. I cry out, my hips jerking, but his hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me open, exposed. He licks me like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing that can satisfy him. His tongue flicks over my clit, circles it, presses down hard, then softer, then hard again, until I’m writhing, my moans echoing off the bathroom walls.“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.He pulls back just enough to growl against my skin. “Please what?”“I—I can’t—”“You can.” His fingers dig into my thighs, his breath hot against my wet flesh. “You will.”And then his mouth is back on me, his tongue working in deep, relentless strokes. My hands scrabble against the wall, my nails scraping tile. The pleasure is too much, too intense, building like a storm inside me. I try to close my legs, but he forces them wider, his grip bruising.“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a dark murmur against my
Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Stranger In The House Of Mirrors Pt3
Chapter 3The cold, grimy floor presses against my cheek as I lie there, my body still trembling from the force of his touch. My skin stings where his fingers dug in, where his teeth grazed, where his cock stretched me beyond what I thought I could take. The air is thick with the scent of sex…my arousal, his cum, the metallic tang of something darker. My own breath comes in ragged gasps, my pulse still hammering between my legs, my thighs slick and sticky. I’m terrified. But beneath the fear, something else coils tight and hot in my gut, a shameful, insistent need that hasn’t been satisfied.I don’t know how long I lie there before the realization hits me like a slap: He’s gone.The silence is suffocating. No footsteps, no breath, no low, taunting murmur in my ear. Just the distant, muffled sounds of the carnival outside…laughter, music, the clatter of games being played. I push myself up on shaking arms, my clothes still hiked around my waist, my panties torn and useless. My ref
Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Stranger In The House Of Mirrors Pt2
Chapter 2The lock won’t budge. My fingers slip on the cold metal, panic clawing up my throat as I yank at the door again, the handle digging into my palm. Locked. The realization hits like a slap, he did this. He locked me in here with him. A growl rips from my chest, raw and animalistic, and I lunge for the exit again, my shoulder slamming against the glass. The impact jars through me, but I don’t stop, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I scratch at the door like a caged thing.Then his body is against mine,, pressing me flat against the glass. His chest crushes my back, his thighs pinning my legs in place, and I can feel him…hard, relentless, already winning. His lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice a dark murmur. "You want to leave? Prove it." His fingers dig into my hips, bruising, possessive, and I twist against him, my nails raking down his forearm. He doesn’t flinch. He laughs, low and rough, his breath hot against my neck as his other hand slides up my stomach, ove
Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Stranger In The House Of Mirrors
Chapter 1I step through the wrought-iron gates, the clatter of the ticket booth closing behind me, and for a second, I let myself believe this might work, that the noise, the chaos, the press of strangers might drown out the voice in my head that won’t stop whispering you’re empty, you’re empty, you’re empty.I weave through the crowd, shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, a group of teenagers stumbles past, laughing too loud, their hands sticky with caramel apples, and I envy them for a second, the way they move like they’re untouchable. I don’t have that luxury tonight. I came here to disappear, not to be seen.I walk to the fetish wheel and I hand over my tickets to a bored-looking carnie with stains on his fingers and step into the closest compartment. The metal bench is warm from the last rider’s body, the scent of cheap perfume and something musky lingering. The bar clanks shut behind me, and then, lift. Everything sways, the ground dropping away as the wheel groans into
Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Glory Hole Pt5
Chapter 5The stranger doesn’t hold back. His thrusts are punishing, his balls slapping against Brandon’s skin with every snap of his hips. Brandon’s moans are a mix of pain and pleasure, his cock weeping precome, his body trembling with the effort of staying upright. The woman watches for a moment, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, before she turns her attention back to me.“On your knees,” she orders, shoving me down.I hit the concrete hard, my cock bobbing, my breath leaving me in a rush. The woman straddles my chest, her leather skirt riding up her thighs as she settles her weight over me. Her pussy is bare, glistening, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. She doesn’t give me a chance to react before she’s grinding down against my mouth, her clit dragging over my lips, her thighs squeezing my head.“Lick,” she demands, her fingers tangling in my hair.I obey, my tongue flattening against her, lapping at her slick folds, my nose p
Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection) Glory Hole Pt4
Chapter 4The whip cracks again, this time not against my skin but the cold concrete beside me, the sharp snap echoing through the warehouse like a gunshot. My pulse spikes, my cock twitching against the rough denim of my jeans, the fabric already damp with precome. The dark-haired woman’s laughter is low. Her fingers trail down my spine, nails scraping just hard enough to make me shudder before she grips the back of my neck, forcing my face forward.“Open,” she commands, her breath hot against my ear.I don’t have a choice. The glory hole is right there, the splintered wood digging into my forehead as I press my lips against the rough edge. The first cock pushes through before I can even brace myself… It’s thick, veiny, already glistening with precome. The stranger on the other side doesn’t waste time. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head forward until my lips seal around the head, the salty bitterness of him flooding my tongue. I gag instantly, my throat rebelling, bu
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