Todos os capítulos de Seduction Unleashed (Erotica Collection): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The room felt hotter than it should’ve been. Maybe it was the sun pouring in through the half-closed blinds. Or maybe it was the way Noah dropped me onto his bed with a look that promised sin. He stood over me, chest rising and falling, then peeled off his shirt with one smooth tug. My eyes ran down his torso—every cut of muscle, every shadow. He liked being watched. I could tell. The smirk on his lips said so. “You still sure?” he asked. I didn’t answer with words. I pulled my sleep shirt over my head. His breath hitched. No bra. Just me—bare, flushed, waiting. He didn’t move for a second. His jaw tensed. Then he crawled onto the bed like a man about to feast. “Look at you,” he said, brushing his lips down my neck. “So fucking pretty. I’ve thought about this. Wondered if you’d taste as sweet as you look.” His mouth found my collarbone. Then lower. He kissed the curve of my breast, then took my nipple into his mouth—hot, wet, slow. I gasped, arching into him. He sucked, teas

Elias was stroking faster now as he was close to the edge. He was still watching Julian who had not looked up all this time. He wanted to bury himself deep into the shy boy’s tight ass. The thought of it made Elias explode. He finally came, heaving, sweaty, and taking deeper breaths. Then Julian noticed. His boss was even more sweaty, despite the air conditioning in his luxurious office. His hands were nowhere to be seen on the desk, his chair was bent too far back, and he was pulsing too hard. Julian was amazed and didn't quite know what to say. Seeing his bossJust then, the boss sat upright and adjusted himself a bit on his seat. “Why'd you stop?” Elias asked.“I am done sir,” was Julian’s reply. Just then, Elias began dragging his belt from his waist, standing up completely. Je circled Julian like a lion would circle his prey, before sitting down on the desk in front of him. Julian was nervous now, too nervous. Maybe that was as a result of his boss’ still hard and thick cock be

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of her laptop fan and the sound of rain pattering against the windowpane.She stretched across the bed in nothing but a loose T-shirt—his, of course—and cotton panties that had long since stopped being comfortable. It was nearly midnight. She should’ve gone to sleep hours ago, but her mind had other plans.Or rather… her body did.It started with a video. Just one. A random reel on her feed of a girl in sweatpants, lips parted, eyes heavy. She didn’t expect to feel anything. But something about the way the girl moved, the slight arch of her back as she danced to some low, sensual beat—it got her.She watched it once. Then again.Then she found the girl’s page.And before she knew it, she was three videos deep, thighs pressing together, nipples hard against the inside of her shirt. The kind of arousal that was more like a low hum in her bloodstream, aching without permission.Her boyfriend was three cities away at some work conference, too

Jade didn’t think much when she sat down in the circle. Half the people were already half-naked, and someone had just gone into the "heaven room" with their ex and a bottle of tequila. Her head was buzzing—maybe from the wine, maybe from the way Sienna had been looking at her all night. Like she knew something Jade didn’t. “Your turn, birthday girl,” someone said. Jade smirked and spun the bottle. It whirled like it had a mind of its own. Slowing. Tilting. And then it landed—right on Ezra. The room ooohh’d. Ezra raised an eyebrow, leaned back like he’d expected this. Cocky. Of course he was. “Get in there,” someone called. “Ten minutes. No chickening out.” But then— “Wait,” said Sienna, eyes gleaming. She pointed at the bottle. It hadn’t stopped at Ezra. It had wobbled, then settled just slightly between him and her. Silence. Someone giggled. Someone else gasped. “No fucking way,” said Ezra. But his voice was tight. “It’s on both of us,” Sienna said sweetly. “Rules are ru

The rules were simple: no phones, no inhibitions, and no saying no. That was the text Amara had received three weeks ago when she agreed to come on the trip. At the time, she thought it was just one of Kade’s theatrics. He had a flair for the dramatic, and when he hosted these weekend getaways, they always bordered on debauchery. She hadn’t seen most of them in months, but when she stepped into the glass-walled cabin tucked deep in the woods, it felt like no time had passed. There was alcohol on every surface, music humming low from unseen speakers, and a thick, lingering sense of danger in the air — the kind that made your thighs press together. Amara kept her sweater on. There were eight of them in total. Friends, flings, former fucks, and people who blurred the line. Kade, of course, was the ringleader. He moved through the space like he owned it, shirt unbuttoned, collarbone glinting. Then there was Juno, the one who kissed everyone but never stayed. Levi, the brooding type w