EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

His fingers found my clit again, rubbing furiously as he choked me tighter. The lack of air amplified everything...the stretch of his cock, the friction on my nub. Pressure built, coiling tight in my belly.'Oh shit, I'm...ahhh!' My orgasm crashed over me, pussy spasming wildly around him, milking his shaft. I bucked and shuddered, moaning loudly, 'Mmmph! Yes, fuck, yes!' Waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me trembling.Donovan didn't stop, his pace frantic now. 'That's it, squeeze me...gonna fill you with my seed, baptize your womb.' A few more savage thrusts, and he buried himself deep, roaring as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded me, coating my insides, leaking out around his cock as he ground against me.We collapsed against the table, panting, his hand finally releasing my throat. Red marks bloomed on my skin, a secret brand. He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down my thighs, mixing with my own juices. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in the flickering ca

I woke up to the pale morning light filtering through the curtains, my body still humming from last night’s wild ride. The bed felt too big, too empty beside me...no Richard snoring or sprawling out like he owned the damn thing. I stretched, sheets tangling around my legs, and glanced at the clock: 7:15 AM. He hadn’t come home. Part of me hoped he’d crashed at some hotel after screwing his assistant, or better yet, gotten lost in whatever hole he’d crawled into. The memory hit me like a slap...walking in on him pounding into Lisa on our bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, moans echoing off the walls. 'Open marriage,' he’d said, like it was a fucking gift, calling me lazy, boring, past my prime. Asshole. It stung, deep in my chest, a raw ache that made my eyes burn.But then Jackson’s face flashed in my mind...those sharp jawlines, that cocky grin as he bent me over in the club bathroom, his thick cock slamming into me from behind, hand around my throat just tight enough to ma

~Diane's POV~ The rain had stopped, but the night air hung heavy and damp, clinging to my skin like a bad decision. I stood on the shoulder of that godforsaken deserted road, thumb out, feeling like the world's biggest idiot. My car had sputtered out miles back...some piece-of-shit transmission failure, and my phone was dead, wallet empty after blowing my last cash on gas that didn't even get me home. Urban sprawl faded into this stretch of nothing...cracked asphalt flanked by thick woods on one side, endless blacktop on the other. It was late, past midnight, and the occasional headlights whipped by without slowing, their drivers too wrapped up in their own bullshit to notice a stranded woman in a soaked tank top and jeans.I shivered, arms crossed tight over my chest, frustration bubbling into anger. 'Fuck this,' I muttered under my breath, kicking at a loose pebble that skittered into the ditch. Another car zoomed past, tires hissing on the wet pavement. How many had it been?

The morning light filters through the blinds, soft and golden, hitting my skin as I stretch out in the guest bed. My body's still humming from last night...every muscle sore in the best way, a delicious ache between my thighs that reminds me of Damon's cock stretching me wide. I can still taste him on my tongue, feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips. Sarah's room is quiet next door; she must be up already, the sound of running water echoing from the bathroom upstairs. A long bath...that's her ritual, especially after a late night like hers. She texted around 2 a.m. that she was crashing, oblivious to the storm of sweat and moans that had rocked this house just hours before.I slip out of bed, naked under the sheets, and grab one of Damon's button-downs from the laundry basket in the hall...yeah, I snooped a bit. It smells like him, that mix of clean soap and faint musk, hanging loose on my frame, barely covering my ass. No panties; why bother? My heart picks up as I pad down

~Daniella's POV~ I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, twisting side to side, smoothing my hands over the tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. It was short...dangerously so, riding up my thighs with every move, and the neckline plunged deep enough to show off the swell of my breasts. Enzo had texted me earlier: 'Dress sexy, baby. I've got reservations for our anniversary. Surprise.' I'd been married to him for five years now, and each anniversary he'd outdone himself. The first year, a weekend in Paris. Second, that private yacht off the coast. Last year, he'd flown in my favorite band for a rooftop concert just for us. What the hell could top that this time? My pussy tingled at the thought, a mix of curiosity and that familiar ache he always stirred in me.I slipped on my red stilettos, the ones that made my legs look endless, and dabbed on some perfume...something musky and intoxicating. Enzo walked in, his eyes raking over me l