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Last Call at the Bar: One Last Time

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I woke up to the slow drag of his mouth along the side of my neck, feeling the warmth of his saliva. The room was still dark, just the faint glow of city lights filtering through the half-open curtains. Harrison’s body was pressed against my back, one arm draped heavy over my waist, his hand already between my thighs and two thick fingers slid lazily through the slick mess we’d made earlier, spreading his cum and my wetness over my swollen clit. I was sore in the best way, every muscle loose
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    The next morning was like a hangover even though I hadn’t drunk anything. Sun was already beating down by nine, turning the beach house into an oven. Mom and Dad were up early, packing a cooler like they were going on some expedition. Riley shuffled into the kitchen in a big t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts, yawning, hair all tangled. She caught me staring at her legs and raised an eyebrow but didn’t say shit about last night. Good. Neither did I. We loaded up and headed down to the beach. The sand was hot enough to burn your feet if you stood still too long. Dad immediately started dragging out beach umbrellas and chairs like he was building a fort. Mom slathered on sunscreen and disappeared under a big hat with her book. Riley dropped her towel a few feet from mine and peeled off her cover-up. Red bikini. That was all I could think. Tiny red triangles that barely held her tits in place, strings tied at the hips that looked like one tug would undo everything. She stretched out

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Erotic Collections)   The Long Drive & First Crack

    The minivan smelled like a mix of coconut sunscreen, stale McDonald’s fries, and Dad’s thermos of burnt coffee that he kept refilling at every gas station. I was stuck in the back seat with Riley, our legs pressed together every time the road bent or Dad hit a pothole. Six fucking hours down the coast and I was already on edge. Not just from the cramped space. From her. She had her earbuds in, staring out the window like I didn’t exist, but her knee kept brushing mine. Those cutoff denim shorts she always wore were riding up, showing way too much tan thigh. Her tank top was loose, one strap slipping down her shoulder. Dark hair twisted up in that messy bun that never stayed put. I hated how aware I was of every little thing about her now. “Stop hogging the seat,” she muttered, shoving her leg against mine harder this time. I shoved back. “It’s a bench seat, Riley. There’s nowhere else to go.” From the front, Mom laughed at something Dad said. They were in their own little wo

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Erotic Collections)   Last Call at the Bar: One Last Time

    I woke up to the slow drag of his mouth along the side of my neck, feeling the warmth of his saliva. The room was still dark, just the faint glow of city lights filtering through the half-open curtains. Harrison’s body was pressed against my back, one arm draped heavy over my waist, his hand already between my thighs and two thick fingers slid lazily through the slick mess we’d made earlier, spreading his cum and my wetness over my swollen clit. I was sore in the best way, every muscle loose and aching, but my body responded instantly—arching back into him with a soft, sleepy moan. “Couldn’t let you sleep through it,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough from everything we’d already done. His fingers circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Still got a few hours before the world starts moving again. I’m not wasting them.” I reached back, threading my fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “Greedy,” I whispered, but there was no complaint in it.

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Erotic Collections)   Last Call at the Bar: Room Service

    He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. Harrison flipped me onto my back again, his hands rough but sure as he pushed my thighs wide open. The silk tie was still dangling from one wrist where he’d loosened it, but he left it there like a reminder. His eyes were almost black now, locked on mine as he knelt between my legs, cock thick and glistening from how wet I was. “You’re not done coming for me yet, Cynthia,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “I want one more before I really let go.” He thrust back into me in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, back arching hard off the bed. He was so fucking big, stretching me perfectly, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. No more slow and teasing this was raw. He gripped my hips and started pounding into me, hard enough that the headboard smacked against the wall with every thrust. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder.” He growled and gave me exactly what I asked for. His hips snapped forward, drivi

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    My body felt boneless, sunk deep into the mattress, but Harrison wasn’t finished with me. Not even close. He rolled us so I was draped over his chest, his hand stroking down my spine in long, possessive sweeps. His cock was already stirring again against my thigh, half-hard and insistent. I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of me, marking my skin, and the thought made me clench around nothing. “You’re insatiable,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. He tilted my chin up, eyes still dark with that same hunger. “Only when it comes to you. Look at me, Cynthia.” His voice dropped, rough and intimate. “I need to be inside you again. Slower this time. I want to feel every single second.” I nodded, already wet again just from the way he said it. He sat up against the headboard and pulled me onto his lap, guiding my legs to straddle him. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me as he lowered me slowly onto his cock. The stretch was delicious, almost too much after h

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Erotic Collections)   Last Call at the Bar: The Elevator Ride

    The hallway felt endless, even though it was only a dozen steps from the elevator to his door. Harrison’s hand stayed firm around mine, his thumb still tracing those lazy circles that kept my nerves humming. My dress felt too tight now, the fabric brushing against my sensitive nipples with every step. I could still taste the whiskey on my tongue, mixed with the memory of his mouth so close in the elevator. We hadn’t even made it all the way up before things shifted. Right after the doors closed on the lobby, he’d backed me against the mirrored wall, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding slowly up my thigh under the hem of my dress. Not rushing. Just claiming space. His fingers stopped just short of where I was already aching, and he’d leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I’ve been hard since you said my name at the bar,” he murmured, voice rough. “You feel what you do to me?” He pressed his hips forward so I could feel the thick line of his cock against my stomach. I ga

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