Todos os capítulos de Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

~VANESSA~My head spun as I tried to process Bryan’s words. I stared at him, completely speechless, unable to form a single word.“So, what’s it going to be?” Bryan asked, a smirk curling on his lips. “Are you going to let me fuck you or not?”I glared at him, finally able to form words. “No! Absolutely not! That’s fucking absurd.”He shrugged. “I’m just trying to make this easier for you. You don’t really have a choice.”I froze, my stomach twisting. “Easier?” I scoffed. “You think fucking me makes this easier?”He chuckled and stepped closer, pressing his body against mine until I had barely any space to breathe.“This is the only way you walk out of here,” he said flatly. “You let me fuck you, and I forget you ever stole from the mall. Refuse, and I turn you in.”My throat tightened as I swallowed and shook my head.“You’re a psycho,” I said, meeting his gaze.Bryan’s mouth curved into a thin, knowing smile. “Call me whatever you want. I don’t care.”Tilting his head slightly, he

~VANESSA~ Bryan froze mid-thrust, the head of his cock wedged tight inside my ass as a raw, tearing pain ripped through my body, sending my vision swimming. “What is it again?” he growled.“Stop!” The word ripped out of me as a sob. Hot tears streamed down my face onto the cold table as I cried, “That’s the wrong hole! Pull out— pull out, please!”Bryan pulled back immediately, his cock head slipping free.The sudden absence was almost as sharp as the invasion itself.He leaned down, his gaze fixed on me as his face came into my blurry view. His expression shifted from dark lust to something like surprise.“Shit. Sorry. I didn’t know,” he said, his voice rough but quieter.I just shook my head, gasping against the wood, my body trembling violently.“But,” he continued, his hand rubbing my lower back. “It wouldn’t be bad if you could take my cock in your ass though.”“Hell no!” I choked out.“Are you scared?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass cheek. “Scared t

~VANESSA~Bryan didn’t give me a second to adjust. He started fucking me against the wall immediately—hard, fast, relentless.Each thrust slammed into me with force, his cock dragging against my inner walls in a way that made my breath hitch and my mind spin.It was rough, almost punishing.But it felt so damn good.“Ah—ah—!” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, my body trembling with every hard snap of his hips.His cock drove into my pussy over and over, hitting deep, hitting that perfect spot that made my vision blur and my legs tighten around him.“Bryan!” I gasped, my voice breaking into a desperate moan. “Right there—fuck—shit, right there!”My body moved with his now, chasing every thrust, every drag of his cock, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure as it built higher and higher, threatening to consume me whole.He growled, pressing his cock deep inside me. “You love this cock, don’t you? Take it. All of it. Every fucking inch.”“Yes—oh fuck,

—*ALISON*— A jolt of disbelief pins me to the spot as I stare at Santa. It’s really him. But… what’s he doing here? I rub my eyes, half-expecting the sight to vanish—but it doesn’t. He’s still there. My heart leaps as the sleigh glides through the air, weaving effortlessly between the buildings, bells jingling with every turn. Then it shifts—toward me, toward my window. Wait. What? It’s coming straight at me. I scramble back on my bed, stopping when my back hits the wall. The sleigh pulls up right outside my window, and Santa, a big brown sack slung over his shoulder, jumps off. He lands on the windowsill, wobbles, rolls into the room, and crashes into my stool. The stool tips over, and he hits the floor with a thud, the sack bouncing beside him. He laughs, loud and hearty. “Great landing there!” I stare at him, frozen. He looks exactly like the Santas people dress up as—huge, round stomach, white beard and mustache, red-and-white suit, Christmas cap perched on his hea

—*ALISON*—Santa goes completely still. For a moment, he just stares at me, frozen in place.I can see it in his expression—the tension, the hesitation.Desire flickers in his eyes, clashing with whatever sense of restraint he’s trying to hold on to.His chest rises and falls beneath that ridiculous red jacket, each breath heavier than the last.He looks torn… and that only makes the moment feel more charged.I decide to push him just a little further.My hands slide to the wide black belt at his waist, fingers fumbling with the stubborn buckle.It is old and stiff, but it finally gives.I slide the belt free and let it drop to the floor beside me.“Alison,” Santa says, his voice strained. “We really shouldn’t—”I don’t let him finish.My fingers move to the button of his big red pants.It pops open easily beneath my touch.I draw the zipper down slowly, and he sucks in a sharp breath.Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants and the white thermal underwear beneath, I tug th