Semua Bab Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Bab 91 - Bab 100

They unstrapped me slowly—deliberately—each buckle undone like a countdown to something worse. My legs buckled the moment they were freed. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t. But they didn’t care.Four sets of hands grabbed me, lifting me like a doll, my body still dripping with cum and sweat, lips swollen and trembling, cunt ruined and clenching around nothing.Then they dragged me to the glass.The audience shifted forward like animals. Some reached through the iron bars already, moaning, stroking, their breath fogging the surface. But this time, they didn’t just watch.They pressed me against it.My bare breasts flattened against the glass, the cold shocking me awake. My cheek smashed to one side, lips parted and gasping. My thighs trembled as I was held up, legs spread again—one man behind me, another waiting, two watching. And in front of me? Dozens of hands. Dozens of mouths.One set of lips latched onto my left nipple the moment it touched the cage. The wet heat of his tongue swirled

I didn’t text him the next day.Didn’t even jerk off.I needed space.Needed to process the fact that I’d let a stranger on his knees deepthroat me like we’d done it a hundred times. That I’d stood in a hotel room with my cock shoved down his throat and called him a fucking whore—and he loved it.But space didn’t help.It made it worse.Because all I could think about was that last message.Next time, you’re fucking me. No condoms. No mercy.It looped in my head like a goddamn song. It played in meetings, during lunch, while I was brushing my teeth. I saw his lips, stretched and shiny, drool slicking his chin. I saw the way he looked up at me like I owned him.And I needed more.So I texted him three days later. One word.Tonight.His reply came in under ten seconds.Same hotel. Room 1112. Door’s unlocked.That should’ve been the first red flag.But I was already hard.---I didn’t knock this time.Pushed the door open and walked in like I paid for him. The lights were low. He was alr

Jamie was already pulling on his clothes, fingers fumbling over buttons as if he couldn’t get them done fast enough. His hair was a mess, lips still red from kissing, his body flushed where I’d touched him—but his eyes… they were distant. Gone.He didn’t even look at me when he spoke.“This should end,” he said quietly, voice tight. “You shouldn’t come back here.”It hit like a slap.I sat frozen on the dressing room bench, cock still soft, breath still uneven from how hard we’d just come. He was halfway to the curtain before I could even speak.“What the fuck are you talking about?” My voice cracked with disbelief.Jamie didn’t answer. He just slipped out through the curtain and vanished into the store like he hadn’t just begged for me with his whole damn body.I stood there, heart pounding, the sting of his words punching a hole straight through my chest.---I didn’t text him right away. I paced. Drank. Tried to forget. Couldn’t.By midnight, I gave in.Me: You want this over? Fine

I didn’t follow him into the woods because I trusted him.I followed because I was wet.Dripping, actually. Thighs warm, panties clinging to every swollen inch of me from the second his hand brushed my lower back during that fake-ass campfire game. He barely looked at me when I talked, barely smiled, didn’t ask for my name. He just stared like he already knew what I looked like spread open.And now I was walking behind him, heart racing, trying not to trip on roots as he cut through the trees like he owned the whole goddamn forest."You ever been fucked outside?" he asked without turning. His voice was low, scratchy, casual like he was asking if I wanted gum."No," I breathed, voice too small for how bad I wanted it. "You?"He chuckled. “You’ll learn quick, baby. You just gotta know how to stay quiet.”My pussy clenched.He stopped so suddenly I nearly ran into him. I didn’t even get to speak before his hand wrapped around my neck, thumb pressing under my chin to tilt my head up. His

The limo door clicked shut behind me, sealing in perfume, leather, and a sudden drop in oxygen.He didn’t say hello.His hand wrapped around my throat the second I sank into the seat, cool rings biting into the sides of my neck, tilting my chin up like I was a prize he’d just bought at auction. One slow look dragged down from the curve of my painted mouth to the edge of my gown where my legs were crossed like I had manners. I didn’t.“You didn’t wear any panties.” His voice was low, ruined. “Good girl.”That was all it took.He shifted forward and dragged me onto his lap with no warning, no sweet touch. Just a hand to my thigh, wrenching the slit of my gown wide until silk pooled at my waist. Cold air hit the heat between my legs, and his groan came like a threat.He didn’t even take his coat off. Didn’t unbutton a damn thing.“Thought about this all night,” he muttered, palm slipping between my thighs, fingers parting me open like I wasn’t even real. “You sitting there, smiling for t