EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

The men exchanged glances, then the grinning one nodded. 'Deal. Let's strip her down.'They didn't waste time. Hands everywhere, unzipping my dress, peeling it off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my heels, diamond necklace glinting against my skin, and those lace panties soaked through. The tall one hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked them down, exposing my shaved pussy, already glistening. 'Look at that wet little cunt. She's begging for it.'They pushed me back onto the plush platform, which was more like a padded bench, wide enough for whatever they had in mind. The tattooed one knelt between my legs, spreading them wide. 'Hold her open,' he growled to the others. They each grabbed a thigh, pinning me splayed. His mouth descended, tongue flicking my clit before sucking hard. 'Mmm, tastes like honey.' I gasped, arching up. 'Oh fuck...yes...'The grinning one straddled my chest, freeing his cock from his pants...thick, veined, curving up. 'Suck

The next morning hit me like a freight train...sore muscles, a delicious ache between my legs, and the taste of Jake and Ryan still lingering on my tongue. I woke up alone in my bed, the basement escapade feeling like a fever dream, but the faint bruises on my wrists and the sticky remnants on my skin said it was real. Alex had left at dawn for his trip, clueless as ever, and Mom and Dad were off at some brunch thing. The house was mine, quiet except for the hum of the AC.I showered long and hot, fingers tracing the red marks on my ass from their spanks, replaying every thrust, every choke. God, I'd cum so hard, three times, covered in their loads. But it wasn't enough. My crush had exploded into addiction overnight. I wanted more...rougher, dirtier. As I toweled off, my phone buzzed. A group text from Jake and Ryan: 'Hey little slut. Last night was just the appetizer. Meet us at your pool tonight. 11 PM. Wear nothing but that smile. -Your daddies'My pussy clenched at the words.

~Lindsay's POV~ I couldn't stop thinking about it. My body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing like I'd been plugged into some forbidden outlet. At 20, I was supposed to be figuring out college apps or whatever, but all I could focus on was the ache between my legs. I'd touched myself last night, fingers slipping over my slick folds, imagining a real man pinning me down, his rough hands everywhere. But it wasn't enough. I needed more...something raw, something that would stretch me and make me scream. Parents were out for the weekend, thank God, leaving the house empty and me alone with my frustrations. The kitchen light had been flickering for days, so I finally called the electrician. Maybe it'd be a quick fix. Or maybe... nah, I shook my head, but the thought lingered.The doorbell rang around noon, and my heart skipped. I smoothed down my tiny tank top...white, thin enough to show my hard nipples if I got chilly, and yanked on some cutoff shorts that barely covered my ass.

~Latoya's POV~ I stared out the window of the cab as it zipped along the Miami coastline, the neon lights blurring into streaks of pink and blue against the darkening sky. It had been two weeks since I dumped Marcus, or maybe he dumped me, doesn't matter anymore. The asshole had been cheating for months, and I was done pretending like it didn't gut me. So here I was, solo trip to a swanky resort in South Beach, figuring some sun, sand, and maybe a few anonymous hookups would stitch me back together. At 28, with my curves finally filling out in all the right places...full hips, D-cup tits that turned heads, and an ass that jiggled just enough to make men stare, I knew I could turn heads if I wanted to. Tonight, though? I just wanted to forget.The resort was everything I'd imagined...palm trees swaying in the breeze, infinity pools glowing under string lights, and the kind of lobby that screamed money. I checked in, dumped my bags in the room, and slipped into a slinky black dress th

~Janet's POV~ I wiped down the counter at the Dusty Rose Bed and Breakfast Cafe, the morning sun slanting through the windows like it was trying to spotlight every speck of dust in this godforsaken Texas town. The place was buzzing already...truckers grabbing coffee, locals nursing hangovers with black brew, and a few out-of-towners looking lost. I'm Janet, thirty-five and owning it, with curves that turn heads and a smile that seals deals. They call me the town's cheap slut behind my back, the community cum dump to anyone who's had a taste. Hell, I wear it like a badge. Why fight it when it pays the bills and scratches that itch deep in my gut? I've been at this game for years, ever since my ex skipped town and left me with nothing but bills and a hunger for something real...raw, sweaty, no-strings fun.The cafe's my playground. During shifts, I flirt just enough to hook 'em, then whisper about extra service for a tip. Bathroom stalls for quickies, the back alley for riskier shit,