All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Dark. Deep. Heavy. They locked on mine the second he faced me, and I felt like I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. There was something in them I couldn’t read—something sharp and assessing, but also calm, like he had already figured me out before I’d said a single word.We just stared at each other for what felt like far too long.It wasn’t a normal kind of silence. It was heavier, like the air in the room had thickened and gotten warmer somehow. Every second that ticked by made me more aware of how loud my heartbeat was. I could feel it pulsing in my throat, in my fingertips. I couldn’t even tell if it was from nerves or… something else I didn’t want to think about.Finally, I broke the stare. My eyes darted away, landing on the corner of the cell as if it suddenly deserved my full attention. I forced a small cough to clear my throat—it came out awkward and too soft—and straightened my spine.I had to remember why I was here. This wasn’t personal. This wasn’t some random meeting. I

The question hit me like a splash of cold water. I froze. My eyes went wide, and before I could stop it, heat rushed straight up my neck and into my face. My cheeks burned hot, and I knew I was blushing.I opened my mouth, ready to say something, but nothing came out at first. My thoughts were a mess, tumbling over each other. I couldn’t decide if I was more shocked that he’d asked… or more unsettled by the way he’d asked it.Finally, I found my voice—barely. “T-that’s none of your business,” I stammered. My words came out uneven and too fast. I tried to make my tone sound firm, but it sounded shaky instead. “It’s inappropriate. You’re a prisoner, and I’m your warden.”Even as I said it, I knew I wasn’t giving him the real answer. The truth was, I had never done anything like what he was hinting at, but there was no way I was going to admit that to him. Not when he was looking at me like that.He didn't say anything at first. Instead, he leaned in a bit closer, narrowing the space bet

He rolled us over suddenly, pinning me beneath him on the mattress. His weight felt delicious, and I spread my legs eagerly to accommodate his hips. Lorenzo kissed me then, deep and filthy, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me thoroughly. I could taste myself on him, and it only turned me on more. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice rough with lust. "Gonna pound this tight little pussy until you're screaming my name." I moaned, arching up into him. "Yes, please. I want you so bad." He reached down between us, yanking his sweatpants down just enough to free his massive cock. It sprang out, slapping against his abs, and I licked my lips at the sight. He was even bigger than I'd imagined, thick and veiny, the head an angry purple and already leaking pre-cum. Lorenzo gripped himself in one large hand, rubbing the tip through my slick folds and coating himself in my juices. Then he notched himself at my entrance and pushed forward, breaching me with a singl