All Chapters of Naked Pages (Erotica Collection): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 6ISLAA coil—warm, solid—slid between my legs, pressing into the soaked fabric until I moaned without meaning to.“I—stop—”Your body says different.Another tendril curled around my waist, pulling me back so my ass arched against it. My palms pressed to the cool porcelain.“You can’t—this is my job—”You’re thinking about itI bit my lip, hard, but the images slammed into me anyway—thick length stretching me open, the relentless bounce, the glowing eyes. My knees trembled.“Stop putting that in my head—”You’re the one dripping for it.The tendril between my legs pressed harder, right against my clit through the fabric. My head dropped forward, hair spilling.“Please—”Please what?My voice was paper-thin. “Please… don’t stop.”Good girl.Another tentacle slid up, wrapping around my throat—not tight, just enough to tilt my head so I could see the reflection. The glowing rune pulsed brighter. My skirt lifted higher, tentacles peeling it up until it bunched around my waist.“D

CHATER 8ISLAThey’ll think you’re hiding something.“I am.”Exactly.The train lurched forward, and I swayed. The motion made the damp heat between my thighs slosh — yes, slosh — and I bit back a tiny gasp.Every sway of the train is a reminder you’re still full.My face burned.A man in a suit stepped in at the next stop, ending up right in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne. His thigh brushed mine when the train shifted again.They can smell you.“No—”You reek of it. Of me.I pressed my knees tighter together.You’ll drip on the floor.“Stop.”You like imagining it.The man shifted again, and this time the contact lasted longer. I stared down at my shoes, heart pounding.Open your thighs a little.“No.”You want him to feel how warm you are.“I don’t.”Then why are you wetting through again?I inhaled sharply as another bead of slick slid down, soaking deeper into my underwear.Touch yourself.“Not here.”You could. Under your coat. No one will see.My coat w

CHAPTER 10ISLAI bit down on his hand, desperate to stifle the sounds tearing through me.His other hand slid up to squeeze my breast, fingers pinching my nipple through the blouse. The combined sensation made my back arch into him.Say thank you.I moaned. “Th—thank you—”“Good girl,” he muttered, hips driving harder.Make her come.My walls fluttered around him, my body already winding tight.“No—too soon—”No such thing.He bent his knees slightly, angling his thrusts until—“Oh—” My head hit the pillar.Right there.“Yes—”He hit it again, again, each stroke deliberate, ruthless.“You’re squeezing me,” he groaned.She’s close.“I—ah—” My fingers clawed at the cold metal, my thighs shaking violently.“Come on,” he urged.Do it.“I—”Now.The orgasm hit like fire in my veins, my vision blurring as my walls clenched hard around him, milking every inch. The wet heat spilled down my thighs, impossible to hide.He growled low, driving in deep as if to brand me from the inside.Messy li

CHAPTER 2JAKEThe next morning, I woke up with that same knot in my chest. I couldn’t explain it. I wasn’t supposed to like it. I wasn’t supposed to replay every single second from last night. The sound of his voice. The way my body responded before my head could even argue. It was wrong. It had to be wrong.So why did I want more?I pushed the thought aside, sitting up in bed, but my eyes shifted on their own toward the sound of running water. Miles was in the shower. The door was cracked open just enough for steam to curl out. I told myself I was just listening. Just curious. But my feet moved before my brain caught up.I stood in the doorway, watching.He was all lean muscle, water trailing down his back. His hand smoothed through his hair, tilting his head back under the spray, and I just… froze. What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t even bi. I liked girls. I only liked girls. That was fact.Then his eyes opened. And they caught mine through the fogged glass.Miles sm

CHAPTER 4JAKEMy face burned. I wanted to hate how good it felt, but every drag of his mouth had my breath faltering. And then he started moving lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, over the ridges of muscle.“Wait—what are you—”“Relax,” Miles said like it was the easiest thing in the world.“Miles—don’t—” I froze, my whole body going stiff when I realized where his mouth was heading.He looked up, lips curved, wicked. “Don’t what?”“You—you know what.” My throat was dry, my pulse thudding against my skin.His smirk deepened. “You’ve never had anyone eat you out, have you?”My breath hitched. “That’s—fuck, Miles, no—”“Then let me be the first.”“Miles—” My protest cracked when his hand spread me open like he owned every part of me. “I can’t—”“Yes, you can.” He dipped his head lower, kissing the inside of my thigh, then the other, brushing closer until I jerked. “Trust me.”I shook my head, but my body was trembling too hard to move away. His thumb stroked lightly, a grounding