Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Claire’s POV I was looking at more naked male arousal in one moment than I had in my entire life prior to Ethan. The reality of what was about to happen slammed into me. This wasn't just touching anymore. Ethan saw my wide eyes. "Their turn, Claire. You've teased them enough. It's only fair." "W-what are the rules?" I stammered. "No kissing on the mouth," Ethan said. "That's mine. And my cock is the only one that finishes inside you tonight. That's my rule. Otherwise... it's your show, baby. You tell us what you want." The power shifted back to me, and it was an aphrodisiac. I looked at the four men, at their eager, waiting faces. I pointed a trembling finger at Mark. “Ugh…You." He didn't need to be told twice. He moved between my spread legs, his large hands gripping my thighs. He rubbed the broad head of his cock through my slick folds, coating himself. "Ready?" he asked, his voice guttural.

He released me just as quickly, his expression unchanged. "Be good," he said to the room, and then he was gone, the door closing with a soft click.I stood frozen, my pussy throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I was soaked. I could feel the slickness. What the hell was that? My mind screamed it was wrong, an accident, he couldn't have meant... but the look in his eyes, the deliberate pressure of that finger...He'd known exactly what he was doing.The day passed in a surreal haze. I made the boys lunch, we played games, I put on a movie. The strange, restless tingling between my legs never fully faded. By 3 PM, the boys were crashed out, Leon snoring softly on the recliner, Jason asleep on a pile of cushions on the floor. The house was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator.The silence was oppressive. My skin felt too tight. The memory of his touch played on a loop in my head, each replay stoking the heat low in my belly.I needed relief. I ached for it. This was my second mist

I pushed past him, found my dress on the floor, and pulled it over my head without looking at him. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked out of the bedroom, moving quietly through the living room where the boys were still sound asleep, and made my way to the front door. I slipped on my Converse shoes. Liam came out of the kitchen, looking worried. "Chloe, wait—" But I didn’t listen. I walked out and firmly shut the door behind me, breaking into a run the moment I hit the driveway. As I walked home, my mind was racing with frantic thoughts—Mark’s hands, Liam’s worried eyes, the warmth on my skin, and the buzzing sensation I had experienced. The idea of being caught was terrifying. But the most fucked-up part? The danger was the most thrilling thing of all. When I arrived home, it was dark and empty. My mom had left a note saying she would be back late and wanted me to grab dinner. I made a sandwich, ate it alone in my room while staring a

The world exploded. A sharp, electric jolt of pure pleasure shot through every nerve ending. I cried out, my legs clamping around his head instinctively. I tried to speak, to apologize for trapping him, but all that came out was a broken, "I'm s-s-sorry, I c-can't—!"He didn't stop. He sucked my clit into his mouth, applying a gentle, rhythmic pressure. His tongue flicked rapidly over the hypersensitive nub. It was too much. It was everything. Tears of overwhelming sensation sprang to my eyes. My body was no longer my own; it was a vessel for the pleasure he was wringing from it."I'm coming!" I screamed, the sound muffled by the comforter l'd grabbed.My body bowed off the bed, my back arching sharply. Wave after wave of raw ecstasy crashed through me, leaving me trembling and completely spent. I collapsed, my legs falling limply from his shoulders, my chest heaving.Liam crawled up the bed and lay beside me, pulling me into his arms. I nuzzled into his chest, total

Chloe's POVI’ve known Ryan Blake for as long as I can remember—ever since I was that awkward kid with braces, always tagging along with his little sister, Mia, who has been my best friend since kindergarten. Back then, Ryan was the cool older brother who would ruffle my hair and call me “kiddo” while showing off his teenage muscles like a superhero. Fast forward to now, and I’m twenty, with no braces in sight, and definitely not a kid anymore. Mia and I are in our second year of college, sharing a cozy apartment off-campus that’s a mix of chaos and comfort. Ryan? He’s now twenty-seven, all grown up with an athletic build from his dedication to the gym, a strong jawline, and those striking blue eyes that seem to hold my gaze. He visits sometimes to check on Mia, often bringing takeout or fixing things around the apartment, but let’s be real—his playful looks in my direction have always felt a little more intense. He’s protective, a bit arrogant, and definitely keeps his emo