All Chapters of Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy, Erotic compilation: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Milka's point of view I've thought about doing a threesome in secret, yeah, I did. But never did I think that this would happen in reality. Sarah was gentle as she pushes me back so Elias could keep fucking my tits. Her hands parted my thighs pulling down my pants and panties. Cool air hit my wet pussy, and I shivered. "Sarah... I don't know.." "Don't be shy, Milka," she smiled, kissing my inner thigh. "We'll take care of you. Just relax, baby." Her tongue licked my folds, tasting me. Oh fuck, her mouth was so warm. She sucked my clit gently, her fingers joining that of Elias's inside me, stretching me. Three fingers now. They were pumping deep inside me, while Elias's thrusts between my breasts.. faster. "Ohh, please," I was lost, moaning loudly. My body was theirs to please. Theirs. Elias pinched my nipples as he tit-fucked me. My pleasure level entered a hundred percent and counting. I fucking wanted more. The head of his cock bumped my chin. "Suck it when it come

Dr. Jay point of view "Close your eyes," I said softly, my voice dropping to that soothing timbre I knew worked so many wonders. She obeyed. "Breathe deeply. In... and out. Feel your body sinking into the couch, heavy and relaxed." She complied, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I watched her lips part, her tongue darted out to wet them. Fuck, I wanted to kiss those dang lips tight then, taste that nervousness turn it to need. But be patient, Jay. Be patient. "That's it. Now, imagine a warm light washing over you, starting at your toes and moving up. It loosens everything it touches—no tension, just pure release. "Damn! This was me narrating more than relaxation; I was planting seeds. Release. Loosen. All these were words that could twist into commands for her to open for me. She sighed, her body going limp, and I felt a rush of power. This woman, with her erotica-fueled fantasies, was putty in my hands. She uncrossed her legs making me think she was inviting me to look.

I sat at my desk in the back row of Ms. Elara Voss's empty classroom, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds like golden bars trapping me here. The clock on the wall ticked past 5 PM, and the school halls outside had gone quiet, echoing with the ghosts of slammed lockers and laughter from earlier. Ms. Voss was strict—everyone knew that. Her sharp green eyes could pin you in place during lectures on literature, her voice cutting through bullshit like a knife. But me? Riley Thorne, the brilliant but rebellious one, as she called me in parent-teacher conferences I never attended. I skipped classes, mouthed off, but aced every test. She kept me after for 'tutoring,' but we both knew it was more than that. Those lingering glances across the room, the way her fingers brushed mine when handing back papers—accidental, sure, but they lit something inside me I couldn't ignore. She paced in front of the chalkboard, her pencil skirt hugging her hips, blouse tucked neatly but strai

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. Mark had come home from his disastrous day at work, grumbling about his team the whole evening, but now, as we slipped under the cool sheets, his mood had shifted. I was still so mad at him from the previous night and how this morning he interrupted a very heated sex I would've had With Andrew. What a show spoiler. And now, he was looking at me like a predator...a stupid predator at that. I could feel it in the way he scooted closer, his hand sliding possessively over my hip. We'd barely spoken during dinner—my mind had been elsewhere, replaying the garage scene like a forbidden movie on loop. Andrew. Those rippling abs glistening with sweat, his strong hands gripping the ladder, the way he'd caught my towel before it could fall completely, his fingers brushing my nipple in that accidental-yet-not touch. God, just thinking about it made my core clench, a fresh wave of h

I was lost in the haze of pure bliss, my body rocking on the hood of the car as Andrew's thick cock drove into me over and over. Each thrust hit deep, stretching my pussy in ways that made my toes curl and my breath catch. God, he was so much better than Mark—needier, hungrier, like he couldn't get enough of me. His hips slammed forward with this raw urgency, his grunts filling the garage, mixing with the wet slaps of our skin. Mark had never fucked me like this, never made me feel so wanted, so utterly filled. Andrew's shaft dragged along my walls, hitting spots that sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I clenched around him, milking him for more. My eyes were squeezed shut, the world narrowing to the heat building between my legs. Sweat slicked my skin, my tits bounced with every pound. Then, soft hands cupped them—firm, knowing fingers kneading the heavy flesh, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked hard. I moaned louder, arching into the touch. It had to be Andrew, multita