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Chapter 2: Extra Lessons
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2026-06-26 15:27:48
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WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) book 154: **Permanent Claim**
Harper’s POVThe new apartment smelled like fresh paint and possibility.Julian had handed me the keys that afternoon without ceremony. One small silver set on a plain ring. No speech. No warning. Just the quiet weight of them in my palm and the look in his eyes that said the old life—the shared house, the careful timing, the constant risk of Mom walking in—was over.I stood in the empty living room as the sun went down, listening to the distant traffic and the unfamiliar quiet of walls that belonged only to us. No one else had a key. No one else would be coming home. The realization settled low in my stomach, heavy and electric at the same time.He came up behind me as the last of the light left the windows.“You’re quiet,” he said.“It’s real.” My voice came out softer than I expected. “We’re really doing this.”“We already did.” His hands settled on my hips. “Everything before tonight was temporary. This is permanent.”He turned me around and kissed me slow and deep, the kind of ki
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book 153: Hate Being a Bitch**
**Elena’s POVThe apartment was too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees drawn up, still wearing the clothes I had come home in, and stared at the floor until the lines in the wood started to blur. The day had been ordinary on the surface—classes, a short shift at the café, the usual texts from Mom checking in—but underneath everything felt stretched thin. The secrets. The constant low heat. The way I had started measuring every room by how easy it would be for him to bend me over something without getting caught.Marcus found me like that.He closed the bedroom door behind him, took one look at my face, and the easy confidence he usually carried softened into something quieter. He didn’t ask what was wrong right away. He simply sat beside me on the mattress, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine, and waited.The words came out cracked and ugly.“I hate this,” I whispered. “I hate how filthy I’ve become. I hate that I walk around wet half the day because of you. I
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book 152: **Ass Until the End**
Nora’s POVThe same night bus. The same late route.I boarded at the stop near the industrial lots, heart already racing, the memory of what we had done the week before still vivid between my legs. Marcus was standing near the back again, one hand on the overhead rail, dark coat open. He didn’t look at me when I passed. I walked deeper into the nearly empty bus and stopped in the same place as before, facing the dark windows, short skirt brushing the backs of my thighs.No panties. His rule.The bus pulled away from the curb. A handful of passengers sat scattered forward—two people with headphones, an older man dozing, a woman staring at her phone. Marcus stepped in behind me. His body blocked most of the view from the front. One hand settled on my hip. The other slid under my skirt and found me already slick.He didn’t waste time with fingers.He freed himself, dragged the head of his cock through my wet folds, and pushed into my pussy in one deep, quiet thrust. I bit my lip and brac
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book 151: *: Bus Claim**
Sloane’s POVThe night bus smelled like rain and metal and too many bodies.I had taken the late route on purpose. The one that snaked through the industrial edge of the city before looping back toward the quieter neighborhoods. Damon had texted only an address and a time. When I boarded at the nearly empty stop he was already standing near the back, one hand on the overhead rail, dark coat still damp from the weather outside. He didn’t look at me when I passed. He didn’t need to. I felt the weight of his attention like a hand on the back of my neck.I moved deeper into the bus and stopped a few feet in front of him, facing the windows. The skirt I wore was short and loose. No panties, the way he preferred when he sent messages like that. The bus lurched forward. A handful of passengers sat scattered through the seats—two teenagers with headphones near the front, an older woman dozing against the glass, a man in a gray hoodie three rows up on the opposite side who kept his eyes on his
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book 150: Overnight Plug**
Aria’s POVThe small black plug sat on the nightstand beside the lube.Rhys held it up so I could see the flared base and the narrow neck. Mom was already asleep down the hall. The house was quiet. I sat on the edge of his bed in nothing but one of his T-shirts, already knowing what the order would be.“Turn around. On your knees. Chest down.”I moved into position. The shirt rode up over my hips. Rhys slicked the plug with lube, then pressed the cool tip against the tight ring of my ass. I breathed out slowly as he pushed. The stretch was familiar now—intense at first, then settling into a heavy, full pressure as the widest part slipped inside and the base settled flush against me.“Good girl,” he murmured, giving the base a light tap. “It stays in until morning. You sleep with it. You don’t take it out. Every time you move in the night, you feel it and remember who put it there.”I nodded against the sheets, already clenching around the intrusion. “Yes, Daddy.”He pulled the shirt t
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book 149: Jealousy Fuck**
**: Maya’s POVI knew the second the front door closed that I had made a mistake.Jake from my literature class had walked me all the way up the driveway. He was still laughing at something I said when he leaned in a little too close on the porch. I didn’t stop him. I even smiled. The flirting had felt harmless in the moment—light, stupid, the kind of thing that made a boy’s ears turn red.I didn’t realize Julian had been watching from the living-room window until Jake’s car disappeared down the street and the front door opened behind me.“Inside.”One word. Quiet. Absolute.I stepped into the entryway. The door shut hard enough to rattle the frame. Julian stood there in a dark T-shirt and jeans, expression carved from stone. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.“You let him walk you to the door,” he said. “You let him look at you like that. You smiled for him.”My mouth went dry. “It was nothing—”“It was enough.” He pointed toward the living room. “Couch. Now.”I moved. Ju
WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Sloppy and All Wet
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WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) Book one; On My Stepbrother’s Lap
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WET and Ruined( collection of short sweet stories) I’m a Bad Student, I Got a Vibrator…
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