Semua Bab Naked Pages (Erotica Collection): Bab 121 - Bab 130

CHAPTER 3ETHANMy lungs burn. My chest still jerks with aftershocks, but Kael doesn’t give me time to recover. His hand grips my jaw, iron-tight, forcing my gaze up to his.“Think you’re done?” His voice is a low growl. “You’ve only just started.”“I—I can’t,” I rasp, shaking my head. “I can’t—”“You can.” His thumb presses against my lips, prying them open. “And you will.”The other men close in.Kael jerks my head toward him. “Open.”“No—please.”The crack of his palm across my face silences me. Heat blooms across my cheek, shame tearing through me.“Open your fucking mouth,” he orders.My lips part on instinct, betraying me.The man steps closer, his cock thick and hard, pressing against my mouth.The man’s hand tangles in my hair, tugging hard. “Pretty boy’s gonna learn.” He pushes forward, sliding against my tongue.I gag instantly, throat clenching.“Take it,” Kael snarls in my ear, his grip on my shoulders brutal. “Don’t fight it. Take it.”The man groans above me, hips pushin

MY HOCKEY CAPTAIN BOYFRIEND Chapter 1The rink was freezing, but sweat still slid down my neck.I wasn’t here for hockey. I didn’t even like hockey. But my best friend dragged me along to “support the team.” Which was code for: drool over the guys in helmets and pads.I rolled my eyes and leaned on the rail, watching players collide like they were trying to kill each other.Then I saw him.Number 17. The captain.Everyone shouted his name—Cole Hart. He was fast, sharp, brutal on the ice. Every movement screamed control. My chest tightened just watching him.When the whistle blew, he ripped off his helmet. Sweat-dark hair, jaw cut like stone, eyes too sharp for comfort.He looked straight at me.I blinked. Maybe I imagined it. Maybe captains just looked at the crowd. But no—his gaze lingered.My friend nudged me. “He’s staring.”“Shut up,” I muttered, cheeks burning.Cole smirked before skating off.---After the game, the hallway outside the locker room smelled of sweat and ice. Play

CHAPTER 3Cole carried me into his dorm like I weighed nothing, his lips still hot on mine. I clung to his shoulders, dazed from what had just happened at the rink.He kicked the door shut with his foot, dropped me gently on the bed, and hovered over me. His hoodie was off, leaving just the plain white tee stretched across his chest. Sweat, faint musk, soap—he smelled intoxicating.I stared up at him, heart racing. He didn’t say a word at first, just brushed his fingers down my cheek, slower, softer than I’d ever seen him.“You okay?” he asked quietly.I nodded, voice caught in my throat. “Yeah.”“Good.” His mouth curved. “Because I’m not letting you run from me tonight.”He kissed me again, but not rushed—deep, unhurried. His tongue tangled with mine as his weight sank down over me, pressing me into the mattress. I melted, sighing against him.His hands slid under my dress, but this time he didn’t rip or grab. He touched me like he was learning me—palms gliding over my thighs, thumbs

CHAPTER 2CELESTEThe words make me drip. My thighs press together as I gag on him, spit spilling down my chin.“You like this?” he rasps. “Like being down there?”I nod, mouth full, humming a yes that vibrates around him.“Shit don’t stop.” His head drops back against the wall. His chest heaves, breath uneven. “Your mouth’s perfect. So fucking perfect.”I moan again, swallowing more, lips sliding to the base. Tears sting my eyes from the stretch. He groans, low and broken.“You’re going to ruin me,” he mutters, voice wrecked. His grip tightens, guiding me, but not too hard. Just enough. “Don’t you dare stop—”The muffled sound of fans chanting my name bleeds through the walls.I hollow my cheeks, gag again, spit dripping onto my tits. I pull back with a wet pop, licking my lips, panting.“You like that?” I whisper, voice wrecked. “You like seeing your precious little idol like this?”His jaw clenches. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, smeared with my spit. “Don’t ever call yourself

CHAPTER 4CELESTEAdrian stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.“You’ve already been fucked twice tonight.” His voice is sharp, low, edged with disbelief. “Aren’t you tired?”I shrug, completely naked, leaning against the sofa arm. “You know I haven’t had sex in months.”His brow furrows. “Celeste—”“Don’t ‘Celeste’ me.” I push off the sofa, stepping closer. “You know what it’s like. Idol life. Contracts. Image. Always working, never living.”“You’re not supposed to—”“I don’t care what I’m supposed to.” My hand presses against his chest, sliding down until I feel him, hard even though he’s trying to resist. “What I care about is you fucking me again.”He catches my wrist. “No. You need sleep.”“Adrian,” I whisper, palming him through his pants. “You’ve been my manager for five years. You know me better than anyone. Do you really think I’ll sleep now?”His jaw tightens. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t answer.I squeeze him harder.“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, shutting his eyes for a se