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Chapter 116: The Rooftop III

Author: Ellen Edgar
last update publish date: 2026-06-27 16:26:46

I was building toward another orgasm, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust. The risk, the danger, the knowledge that we could be caught at any moment—it was all feeding my arousal.

His hand moved between my legs, finding my clit, and he began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Come for me," he commanded. "I want to feel you come while we're out here exposed."

I came hard, my entire body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him. I didn't bother trying to be quiet. I cried out, compl
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  • Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection   Chapter 116: The Rooftop III

    I was building toward another orgasm, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust. The risk, the danger, the knowledge that we could be caught at any moment—it was all feeding my arousal.His hand moved between my legs, finding my clit, and he began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts."Come for me," he commanded. "I want to feel you come while we're out here exposed."I came hard, my entire body convulsing, my pussy clenching around him. I didn't bother trying to be quiet. I cried out, completely unconcerned about anyone hearing.He groaned and increased his pace, driving into me with urgency. He was right on the edge, needing just a little more."Come inside me," I gasped. "Please. I want to feel you come."He did, his release flooding me, his thrusts becoming desperate as he emptied himself inside me. But he didn't slow down after coming. He continued fucking me, prolonging his own orgasm, and it triggered another climax from me.When it was finally over, we both collapsed agains

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    He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, more possessive. The glass was moving slightly with each thrust, and I was acutely aware that if someone looked up from the right angle, if someone was standing in the right building, they would be able to see exactly what we were doing.The thought made me even more aroused."I'm such a dirty whore," I gasped. "I'm such a fucking slut for letting you fuck me out here. I'm such a disgusting girl for loving this so much.""That's right," he hissed. "You're my dirty girl. And you're going to come all over my cock right here, exposed to the entire city."I was building toward an orgasm already, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust.His hand moved between us, finding my clit, and he began rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts."Oh my God," I gasped. "I'm building toward an orgasm. I'm so close.""Come for me," he commanded. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me. I want the entire city to hear you comin

  • Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection   Chapter 114: The Rooftop

    The after-party was still going strong below us, but up here on the rooftop, we were alone.Well, technically we weren't alone. The city sprawled out below us, millions of people living their lives in the buildings that surrounded this luxury hotel. But on this private rooftop terrace, with nothing but a glass railing separating us from the thirty-story drop, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.His name was Julian. We'd met six months ago at a conference and had been circling each other ever since—flirting, touching, pushing boundaries without ever crossing the line into actual contact.My name is Isabella, and I'm a corporate executive. I'm thirty-two, successful, in control of every aspect of my life. Except when Julian was around.Tonight, after the company gala, after the networking events and the obligatory conversations, he'd pulled me aside and suggested we catch some air on the rooftop. I'd known it was a proposition. I'd known exactly what he was asking.I'

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    He continued fucking me through my orgasm, his pace relentless, his focus on prolonging the pleasure rather than achieving his own release."That's it," he groaned. "I can feel you coming. Jesus, you're incredible when you're coming."My orgasm was beginning to subside, but already I could feel another one building. The sensitivity was intense, almost painful, but I didn't want him to stop."You want more?" he asked, reading my body."Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop.""I'm not stopping," he said. "I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't think. Until all you know is my cock inside you. Until you understand that you completely belong to me."He repositioned me, angling his thrusts differently, hitting that perfect spot again. I was building toward another orgasm, my body completely surrendered to his intensity."I'm such a dirty whore," I gasped, the words coming from somewhere deep inside. "I'm such a fucking slut for wanting your cock this badly. I'm such a disgus

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    He moved toward me slowly, deliberately, giving me time to protest, to leave, to take back my agreement.Instead, I stood my ground.When he reached me, he didn't kiss me immediately. Instead, he simply looked at me, his eyes raking over my body."You're so beautiful when you're uncertain," he said. "You, who are so confident at the poker table. But now, alone with me, you're not so sure. Are you?""No," I admitted. "I'm not.""Good," he said. "Because I'm going to make sure that by the time I'm done with you, you know exactly what you're dealing with."He reached for my dress and began lowering the zipper slowly, deliberately. When it fell to the floor, I was left in just my underwear and heels."Leave the heels on," he commanded. "I want to see you like that. Powerful. Dangerous. Mine."He began removing his own clothes, his movements deliberate, giving me time to appreciate what I was seeing. His chest was muscular, defined, covered in a light dusting of dark hair. His abs were the

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    I'd been winning all night.Flush after flush, full house after full house. The poker table was stacked with my winnings, and I was riding a high that came from pure dominance. Everyone at the table knew they were outmatched—everyone except him.His name was Adrian Cross, and he was exactly the kind of man who couldn't resist a challenge. At forty, he was a venture capitalist with a reputation for making risky bets and always coming out on top. Tonight, he was losing to me, and it was clearly eating away at him.My name is Catherine Williams, and I'm a professional poker player. I've built a career on reading people, on understanding risk, on knowing exactly when to push and when to fold. Adrian was a businessman playing in my world, and he was drowning."One more hand," Adrian said, his jaw tight. "Everything on one hand."I should have folded. I should have taken my winnings and walked away. But there was something about Adrian—the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying

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    I came with a scream, my whole body convulsing against the rope, which held me in place and prevented me from thrashing. The rope became both restraint and support as my body shook, the sensation of the crotch rope against my pussy extending my orgasm impossibly long.When it finally subsided, I wa

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    "I'm going to untie your hands," he said. "But you don't get to touch me. You don't get to control anything. Your hands stay on the chair. Understand?""Yes."He loosened the ropes, freeing my wrists. I immediately placed my hands back on the armrests, showing him that I understood the rules.He po

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    "Stop," David commanded, and I stilled my hand immediately.He set down the camera and approached me, his movements deliberate and predatory."You're going to do exactly what I tell you," he said. "And I'm going to photograph every moment. Is that clear?""Yes.""Yes what?""Yes... sir."His expres

  • Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection   Chapter 60: The Photographer I

    "You're late," David said, not looking up from his camera.I stood in the doorway of his darkened studio, still wearing my coat, my hands shaking."I almost didn't come," I said."But you did." He finally turned to face me, and even in the low light, I could see the tension in his jaw. "Take off yo

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