Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}

Bianca had always watched Carlos Williams from behind his office glass door, teeth clenched, thighs tight, wanting what she was never supposed to want. He was her cold, ruthless, untouchable billionaire boss. And her sister’s husband. The man who ruled boardrooms with a glare and gave his loyalty to no one but family, especially Sarah, his wife. She watched how his shirt hugged that broad, hard chest, how his jaw flexed when he was pissed. But it was the way he looked at her when no one else was around that wrecked her, like he was thinking about bending her over his desk and shoving his cock inside her pussy so deep she’d forget her own name. It wasn’t sweet. It was filthy. And it made her pussy throb like she already belonged to him. Bianca was Carlos secretary. She got the job because of her sister, his fucking wife. It was pure nepotism, soaked in guilt. But that didn’t stop the thoughts. Carlos, on the other hand, had been testing Bianca’s limits for weeks, brushing close

The front door clicked shut behind Matthew as he stepped inside his house, exhausted from a long day at work. He had remarried just two months ago, three years after his divorce. Now, he was still adjusting to life with his new wife, Marian, and her daughter, Jessica. The house was quiet. Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan and a faint rustle of fabric somewhere down the hall broke the silence. Matthew loosened his tie and headed toward his bedroom to grab his laptop upstairs. He had left it in his room after last night's work. He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight. “Yes….auhhh…fuckkkk.” Suddenly, he heard someone moaning. His bedroom door was slightly open, but the sound wasn’t coming from there “Arghhhhh….yesss…ffuuucckkk..” He heard it again, a slick, wet rhythm followed by a breathless gasp and moan. Then came Jessica’s voice, moaning his name like a prayer. “Matttteeewwww…I want you to pound this pussyyy.” His breath hitch

Jace didn’t say anything else. Instead, he grabbed Kayla, pulled her against him and crashed his lips on hers. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was raw, forceful, and filled with need. He moved his hand slowly, gripping her waist before sliding it down to cup her ass. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her back toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge, he shoved her down flat. Kayla gasped, breathless, as her back landed on the cool sheets. Jace immediately climbed over her and settled between her thighs. His hands went to her tank top, yanking it up over her head, exposing her bare chest. He didn’t hesitate as his mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. She arched into him, moaning, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck,” he growled against her skin. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Jace pulled his mouth away from Kayla’s breast, his eyes dark with intent, then slowly peeled away the rest of her clothes. Her shorts

|BERNICE POV| Master’s gaze stayed on me as he walked toward the long dresser on the far side of the room. I stayed still, thighs open, back straight, and my pussy dripping. My breath quickened when he opened the top drawer where he kept his collection of sex toys, including dildos, whips, clamps, and a butt plug. My heart thudded when his hand reached inside and came back with a thick, black dildo, longer and wider than any cock I had seen. I didn’t move. I wasn’t allowed to until master gave the command. My thighs were already trembling, my pussy clenching around nothing but air as I waited. I watched Master turn, gripping the dildo by its base. It was glossy, thick like his wrist, and long enough to reach my deepest spot. My stomach tightened as he walked back to me. As soon as he stood in front of me, he crouched low, his gaze fixed on mine. “Spread wider.” Master said. And I obeyed without hesitation, parting my knees until I was completely exposed. Every inch of my

|BERNICE POV| I knelt naked on the cold marble floor, wrists cuffed behind my back, the collar around my neck locked tightly. I kept my gaze low as Master circled me, the slow, heavy steps of his boots echoing through the room. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The silence alone made my pulse race. Master walked slowly to the drawer at the foot of the bed, opened it, and pulled out a small box where he kept some of the toys he used on me. He placed the small box on the table, and my stomach tightened in anticipation. “Up,” he commanded. I stood immediately. He slowly walked up to me, unhooked the cuffs from behind my back, and lifted my arms above my head, locking them into the chains hanging from the ceiling. My chest arched, breasts exposed, skin bare and helpless, but I stayed still, trembling. Master walked over to the desk, set down the black box, opened it, and pulled out two metal nipple clamps. The moment my eyes landed on them, my breath caught. I rememb