All Chapters of Naked Pages (Erotica Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 3EVELINACaelum’s tongue flicks again, hotter now, greedy, circling my nipple until it peaks in his mouth. I arch — but Dante’s hand shoves my hip down.“Stay still,” he warns, voice thick.Lucien doesn’t stop them.He watches.Rafe’s mouth finds the curve of my stomach before his teeth scrape lightly against the inside of my thigh. I twitch, gasping.Caelum chuckles around my nipple.“She’s so sensitive.”“She’s ours,” Dante snaps. “I’m not waiting.”He pulls my other breast into his mouth, rougher than Caelum — tongue lashing, teeth nipping. Pain sparks through the pleasure, and I moan.Lucien grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.“You moan for them too?” he growls. “Slut.”Tears prick my eyes.Too much.Too fast.Too good.Rafe shifts between my thighs, breath feathering over my pussy.I freeze.Lucien sees it — and smiles.“Let him,” he says. “You’ll thank him.”Rafe doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.His tongue slides between my folds — one long, perfect lick that

MECHANIC BOSS(MM)CHAPTER ONENOAH“You Noah?”That’s the first thing I hear when I step into the garage.I turn fast and see him.He’s tall. Built like he could lift a car with one hand. Grease on his forearms, black shirt tight across his chest.I nod. “Yeah. Um… I’m here for the job?”“You’re late.”“I—yeah. The bus—”“Don’t care.”He turns around without another word and disappears behind a lifted truck. I’m left standing there like a damn idiot with my bag still on my shoulder.Then another guy walks up—shorter, smiling, chewing gum like he’s got nowhere better to be.“Don’t mind Silas,” he says. “He talks like that to everyone.”“Is that his name?”“Yep. Boss man. Doesn’t smile. Barely blinks. But he won’t kill you, probably.”I laugh a little. Just a little.“I’m Ray,” he adds, sticking out a hand. “You ever worked in a garage before?”“No. First time.”“You’re in for it then.”Ray shows me around. The air smells like hot rubber, gasoline, and sweat. It’s loud. Tools clanging.

CHAPTER 3NOAH“You’re so tight,” he muttered. “So fucking tight for me.”He pulled out a little — then slammed back in.I cried out.He slapped my ass, the sound echoing in the shop.“Too loud,” he warned.He started to thrust. Harder. Deeper.The bench rocked with us.Oil cans rattled.My moans turned into choked whines.He grabbed my hips. Slammed into me.Over and over.“Silas— I can’t— my legs—”He didn’t stop.“You’ll stand for me,” he growled. “You’ll fucking take it.”His hand wrapped around my cock, jerking in time with his thrusts.“Gonna fill you up,” he hissed. “Gonna fuck you full. You want that?”“Yes— please— please—”He growled deep in his throat. Animal. Unhinged.“Mine now,” he said. “You hear me?”“Yes— I’m yours—”“That’s right.”He fucked me until my legs gave out.Until he had to hold me up by the waist.And then he came.With a deep grunt, he slammed into me one last time.Throbbed inside me.Filled me.Held me there, cock still buried deep.I was shaking.Ruine

CHAPTER 5My whole body shivered.“Fuck.”“Yeah,” he muttered, voice thick. “Just like that. Say it again.”“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re so deep—”He chuckled, hands guiding me up an inch, then down.I moaned. Loud.“That’s it,” he said. “Nice and slow.”I rolled my hips, clumsy at first.“You ever ride anyone before?”“No,” I gasped.“Then let me teach you.”His hands stayed firm, controlling my pace.Up.Down.Over and over.The stretch was intense. He was so thick, and I was still sore, but the burn felt good.Too good.“Silas— oh my god—”“That’s it, pretty boy. Bounce on it.”I whimpered again, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I moved — a little faster now.My body was oversensitive. My cock already soft from release, but my mind was unraveling again.“You feel that?” he asked, voice hoarse. “That’s me inside you. Every inch.”“I know— I can feel it— f-fuck—”“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “Even after all this.”“Because you’re fucking huge.”He grinned. “Damn right.”I st

CHAPTER 2ARIAI sat up.Tried to catch my breath.My pussy still throbbed. My nipples were painfully stiff. My entire body still felt like he was there.I looked around my bedroom.But I could’ve sworn—I felt him.That incubus.I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.He was just a dream.Right?Right?My legs were shaking. My skin was hot. I could still feel his mouth on me — his fingers, his voice, everything.And worse?I was horny as fuck.Like, painfully.Like I’d never been touched in my life and suddenly needed to hump a pillow or explode.“Get it together,” I muttered, staggering to the shower.But the water only made it worse.I almost came again just from shampooing my hair.By the time I slipped into my pencil skirt and white blouse, I was a fucking mess.I needed coffee.I needed to calm down.I needed to forget the man in my dreams — the one with the white hair and wicked smile who’d eaten me out like I was made of honey.Except… I didn’t want to forget.I wanted h