EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

She adjusted, propping a mirror between her legs, and fuck, it was pornographic perfection. Her slit was shaved smooth, lips parting with each breath, already dilating from the pressure building inside. "Feels like I'm splitting," she laughed breathlessly, but her eyes were glassy with pain. A contraction hit, and she arched, hands spreading her cheeks for the viewers. The crowning started slow, a wet bulge pressing out, her hole blooming like a flower in hell. She rubbed her clit absentmindedly, moaning, "Oh shit, that's intense... keeps me going, you know?"I matched her rhythm, hand flying over my shaft, imagining kneeling there, my tongue flicking that swollen nub while she birthed. Taste her essence, the life force, the destruction. The chat urged her on. 'Push harder, slut.' She did, grunting, the head advancing, her pussy lips gripping it like a vice. Fluids leaked steadily, a mix of mucus and blood trickling down. She came suddenly, body convulsing, squirting around the em

The days blurred into a haze of secret touches and stolen glances since that moonlit night in the forest. The mate bond thrummed between us like a living pulse, binding me to Thorne, Kasai, and Riven in ways that defied the pack's rigid codes. I felt it in every fiber, their scents lingering on my skin, their growls echoing in my dreams. My body had changed too; the omega heat that once simmered now glowed from within, a radiant allure that turned heads wherever I went in Blackwood Manor.The pack noticed. How could they not? During communal meals in the great hall, betas and lesser alphas alike would stare, their nostrils flaring as they caught whiffs of my enhanced pheromones, sweet and fertile, like wildflowers after rain. One evening, during a strategy meeting Elias called to discuss border skirmishes, a young enforcer named Ajax leaned too close while passing me a map, his hand brushing my arm. 'You smell incredible, Liora,' he murmured, eyes darkening with interest. 'Like you

The buzzer pierced the haze of our lust like a needle, but Dante's words hung unfinished in the air, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing with restrained need. My body hovered on that razor edge of climax, every muscle taut, my pussy fluttering around his thickness. Voices filtered through the door, my receptionist's day off be damned, maybe a delivery or a late walk-in... but the world outside felt a million miles away. Dante's gray eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding, his hands digging into my hips like anchors.'Until I say so,' he finished, his voice a gravelly command that brooked no argument. With a deliberate roll of his hips, he thrust up into me, hard and unapologetic, scattering my thoughts like confetti. I gasped, the intrusion jolting pleasure through my core, drowning out the buzzer's whine. It rang again, persistent, but he didn't falter. Instead, he yanked my blouse open the rest of the way, buttons pinging across the room, exposing my lace bra. His mouth

The voices sliced through the haze of pleasure like a cold knife, pulling me back from the edge just enough to register the danger. Matthew's thrusts slowed but didn't stop, his cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the rhythm we'd built. I clenched around him instinctively, a mix of fear and arousal twisting in my gut. The footsteps crunched closer, definitely people from the party, laughing and stumbling through the rows, their words slurred with alcohol and excitement.'This way! I swear I saw them head into the field,' one voice called, a guy's, familiar but distorted by the distance and the night.Matthew's mouth was still on my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. He lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine in the dim moonlight filtering through the corn. 'Shit,' he whispered, but there was no panic in it, more like a thrill, the same adventurous spark that had led us here. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me in place as if to say we weren't done.My

I nodded eagerly, heat pooling anew. We positioned ourselves, legs intertwined, pussies aligning. The first press of her wet folds against mine was an electric, hot, slippery friction.We rocked slowly at first, clits bumping, moans mingling. 'God, Aubrey, your pussy feels so good on mine,' I gasped, hands groping her breasts, pinching nipples. She gripped my throat lightly again, leaning in to nip my neck. 'Ride me, Nic. Make that wet cunt grind harder.' Our pace quickened, hips thrusting, slick sounds filling the room. Pleasure built, coiling tight, her dirty talk pushing me higher. 'You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you? Cumming all over your best friend's pussy.'I was lost in it, moaning her name, our bodies slick with sweat. Just as the edge approached, her eyes locked on mine, she whispered, 'I think I'm...' but then her words cut off in a sharp gasp as a new wave hit her, her body shuddering against me. But we didn't stop; the interruption only fueled the fire. We