All Chapters of RAW DREAMS:{50 Stories}: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian shattered, ropes of cum spilling onto the sheets beneath him, his hole spasming around James. The tightness pulled James under too…his pace became faster, thrusting in faster and deeper, flooding Adrian's ass with hot spurts of cum. They collapsed together, both panting as James pulled out slowly. Adrian's body still hummed with the aftershock, his ass was sore and slick from James's cum leaking out, but the fire in his veins hadn't died. James's lips crashed against his in sloppy, demanding kiss, tongues moving hungrily, before James broke away, his eyes were dark with renewed hunger. He trailed his mouth down Adrian's neck, nipping at the skin, then latched onto his collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.“Not done with you yet,” James murmured, voice rough. He shifted lower, pinning Adrian's shoulders to the mattress with one hand while the other roamed freely over his chest. Adrian's nipples, already hard from the earlier frenzy, stood out begging for attention.

Then he stepped behind me as I gripped the bar again, his presence felt like a wall of heat at my back. “Hinge from the hips,” he murmured, close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck. One hand hovered near my waist, while the other gesturing to my stance. “Wider base and squeeze those cheeks on the way up…feel that burn?” I lifted, the weight pulling it and his palm brushed my hips, steadying me. The touch, was electric, making my skin flush hotter than the lift itself. At the top, I locked out, my ass was tight, and he lingered a second too long before stepping back. “Perfect. You’re a natural. Keep that up and you'll be turning every head in here.”My pulse was racing, I could felt my pussy dampening my shorts as I dropped the bar. Then I turned to face him, ponytail sticking to my neck, lips parted. “Thanks. I feel better already. Do you do personal sessions or just free advice?” The words hanged, laced with invitation, my eyes flicking to the outline of his cock, no

ZoeIt was my birthday, and I was lounging in my living room, feeling a mix of excitement and laziness, when the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kate, my best friend since forever, standing there with a massive cake in her hands, grinning like she'd just won the lottery. The cake was layered in chocolate frosting, topped with lit candles flickering in the afternoon light.“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Zoe, happy birthday to you!” she belted out off-key but with all the enthusiasm in the world, pushing the cake toward me. I laughed, my cheeks warming as I took it from her and set it on the coffee table.“You're such a dork,” I said, but I was beaming.She bounced inside, kicking the door shut behind her, and we sat cross-legged on the floor. “Make a wish before you blow these out,” she instructed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.I closed my eyes, thinking of something frivolous, maybe a year of no drama, or endless good sex, who knows and then

My heart was racing, a thrill of fear and excitement was twisting in my gut. What the hell had she planned? Their fingers tightened, guiding me forward through the crowd, bodies brushed against me, I could feel grazes on my tits, whispers of ‘happy birthday’ hot against my neck. The dress shifted with every step, exposing more thigh, more ass, and I knew without seeing that eyes were devouring me. Wetness trickled down my inner thigh, the blindfold heightening the vulnerability, making me feel like prey in the best possible way.The three guys kept guiding me through the party. Their hands stayed on me…firm on my hips, one brushing my ass cheek with each step, sending sparks up my spine. Whispers and cheers faded behind us, the crowd's energy giving way to the thump of music muffled by walls. A door clicked open, and cooler air hit my skin, smelling faintly of fresh sheets and something musky, masculine.“Where are we going?” I murmured, my voice shaky, but the tattooed one with the

Pleasure-pain ripped through me, my moans turning incoherent, body arching up to meet every brutal slam.The broad one claimed me next, rolling me to the side, one leg lifted high as he entered from behind in a brutal thrust. His cock was the thickest, stretching me wide as he pounded steadily, hand snaking around to rub my clit in tight, rough circles. The blond spanked my tits rhythmically…left, right, left…while the tattooed one knelt in front, his fingers pinching and pulling my nipples until they ached. “Yes... fuck... yes,” I moaned, lost in the rhythm of his deep thrusts, the way he filled me completely, slamming in with grunts that matched my cries.They rotated again, the tattooed guy pulling me on top now, sitting me on his cock. I started riding him hard, his hands on my hips as he bucked up fiercely, pounding from below while the blond stood to slap and suck my bouncing breasts, his palm leaving red marks on my skin. The broad one knelt between my legs, rubbing my clit,