All Chapters of Wet Desires:{Erotica Collections}: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Penelope lifted her gaze, meeting Wayne’s. Under the bright chandelier lights, Wayne’s familiar face wavered, drifting in and out of focus. “You… love me?” Penelope whispered. Wayne leaned forward. “Yes, I do. I love you a lot, Penelope.” A sudden, loud laugh burst from Penelope. She pulled her hand away from Wayne’s, then grabbed her half-filled champagne glass and gulped it down in one swift motion, the remaining liquid spilling past the corners of her mouth. “That’s enough, Penelope,” Wayne said, reaching over to take the empty glass from her hand. “No, it’s not enough, Wayne. I want more!” Penelope said, pulling the glass back to keep him from taking it. “Stop acting like a child, Penelope.” Penelope set the empty glass down on the table and reached for the champagne bottle. Before Wayne could react, she tipped it back and began gulping straight from it. Wayne’s eyes widened, and he snatched the bottle from her hands, setting it on the table in front of him. “N-no… giv

Penelope pulled back from Wayne’s ear, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Just as Wayne opened his mouth to speak, Penelope crashed her mouth onto his again.This time, he responded immediately. His resistance shattered, replaced by a raw, hungry need. Their mouths collided in a messy, intense kiss, tongues tangling in a chaotic hunger.Wayne’s hands slid around Penelope’s waist, pulling her naked body tightly against his. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between them as she pressed her full weight into him.Lost in the heat, Wayne and Penelope began to stumble backward, their legs intertwined. With a startled yelp from both, they toppled onto the dry sand, the sudden fall shattering their kiss.Penelope landed on top of Wayne, her body pressing against his.For a moment, they simply stared at each other, breathless, before a burst of drunken, genuine laughter escaped them.The laughter died as quickly as it came. Penelope and Wayne’s eyes locked, the tension snap

Wayne removed his hand from Penelope’s hair and looked down at her, catching the serious glint in her eyes. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You have to be kidding me, Penelope.” Penelope didn't answer with words. Instead, she lowered her head and took his softening cock back into her mouth. Her tongue, warm and insistent, swirled around the tip. A weak groan escaped Wayne’s lips as he felt a jolt of sensation shoot through his spent body. Against all odds, under the relentless heat of Penelope’s mouth, he felt his cock begin to stir, hardening once more against her tongue. "Fuck it," Wayne grunted, his resolve shattering. He tangled his hand in Penelope’s hair again, but this time he pulled her mouth from his cock. He didn’t push her away. Leaning down, he crushed his lips to hers in a fierce, dominating kiss, their teeth clashing, tongues tangling, ragged breaths mingling. After a few minutes of intense kissing, Wayne pulled back from Penelope’s lips and guided he

~YVONNE~ I groaned and rolled over, grabbing the pillow beside me and burying my face beneath it. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Another round of knocking came on my bedroom door. “Yvonne! Do you hear me?” my mom called again. "Yes, Mom," I mumbled. “Get up! I’m waiting for you downstairs!” she shouted. Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the hallway, slowly fading into the distance. I tossed the pillow off my face. "I can't believe I had that same dream again." For weeks, I had been dreaming about the one-night stand I’d had with a stranger named Liam. My mind couldn’t stop replaying the look of his face, his strong, sexy body, and the memory of his big cock inside my pussy. Liam wasn’t like the usual young guys I hooked up with. He was older, probably in his forties, with a strong, solid body that was unmistakably masculine. His face was handsome, though slightly aged. A few silver strands ran through the dark hair on his broad chest. Liam was old enough to be my father

~YVONNE~Steven choked. A spray of milk and half-chewed cereal spewed from his mouth, splattering across the table. He coughed violently, his face turning red. “Wha– What the fuck?” he sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.“Don’t play dumb with me!” I hissed. “I know you, Liam. The man I hooked up with at that club downtown two months ago.”Steven groaned, dropping his head for a second before looking back at me, his gray eyes hard. “So what if I am? Huh?”I widened my eyes, stunned by his bluntness. “You are really something else,” I scoffed.Steven ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “It’s better we act like nothing ever happened between us.”“You have got to be kidding me.”“That’s for the best,” Steven insisted.“For you, maybe, but not for me!” I shot back. “How do you think my mom will feel when she finds out her daughter fucked her supposed husband-to-be two months ago?”Steven’s eyes widened in fear. “You can’t tell her.”“Why not?”“Because you