《Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection)》全部章節：第 201 章 - 第 210 章

Chapter 1 My phone buzzes against the pillow, and I see Cindy’s name flashes on the screen, along with a text that’s just a single emoji: 👀. No words needed. I know what it means.He’s here.I roll onto my stomach, chin propped on my fists, and scroll through the group chat where half the school has already lost their minds. Tyler Carter. New transfer.A Junior. He played varsity at his last school. The photos are grainy, someone zoomed in on the school’s welcome packet…but even pixelated, you can tell he's tall with broad shoulders that make the doorframe look too small. He has hair that’s just long enough to run your fingers through, that perfect shade of brown that’s not quite dark, not quite light, And his eyes, even in the blurry shots, they’re sharp and assessing. My thumb hovers over the screen. Cindy’s already typed out a response: Operation: First Ride starts TODAY.I exhale through my nose, a sound that’s half laugh, half groan. We’ve been planning this since we heard t

Chapter 3The gym doors swing shut behind Cindy and Tyler, their footsteps echoing down the hallway as they leave me sprawled on the polished wood, my back still warm from the press of Tyler’s body. My fingers trace my lips… they’re swollen, tingling, while the ghost of his breath lingers against my throat. I should follow them. But the way Tyler looked at me, like he wanted to devour me right there on the court, like he was two seconds from ripping my jeans open and fucking me raw, has my pulse thrumming between my thighs. My fingers drift lower, pressing against the denim seam over my clit, just enough to send a jolt through me. Later. I’ll take care of this later. Right now, I need to let him stew. Let him wonder what I’ll do next.The cafeteria is filled with clattering trays and people laughing , the scent of greasy pizza and overcooked fries thick in the air. I slide into my usual spot at the table near the windows, and pull out my phone. A quick glance confirms what I alrea

Tyler’s PovChapter 5Lana doesn’t answer. She reaches back, gripping my cock, and notches the head against her entrance. For a second, she hesitates, just a flicker of tension in her shoulders. Then she drops, taking me in one brutal motion.“Oh!” The sound rips from her throat, raw and guttural. Her nails dig into my thighs, her back arching as she bottoms out. I can feel her pulse around me, her walls clenching like a fist. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my balls, the sound of it obscene every time she lifts and slams back down.“Look at her,” Lana pants, her voice ragged. “Look at that slut watching us.”I force my eyes open. Cindy’s still pressed against the wall, but her head is turned, her cheek smudged against the tile. Her eyes are locked on where Lana’s riding me, her mouth slightly open, her fingers buried in her own pussy. She’s soaking herself, her hips twitching with every thrust Lana makes.Lana’s hand flies out, gripping Cindy’s hair again. She yanks her forward,

Chapter 2Rodriguez leads me to the pool house, It’s all glass and steel. He stands at the deep end, his back to me, shoulders broad beneath the glow of the pool lights. He’s changed, no suit now, just black swim trunks clinging to his hips, the fabric stretched obscenely over the heavy outline of his cock, the bulge thick and unmistakable even from here. My throat goes dry. “Why aren’t you sleeping,” he says, voice low, not turning. The water laps at his calves as he shifts his weight, muscles flexing.“I could say the same.” My voice comes out steadier than I expect, but my fingers betray me, curling into the fabric of my gown like I can rip it off just by wanting to.He finally turns, slow, deliberate. The light catches the sharp angle of his cheekbone, the shadow of stubble along his jaw. His gaze drags down my body, lingering on the places Escobar’s hands have been, the places his ring has marked. “That dress doesn’t suit you.”A laugh bubbles up, bitter and unexpected. “No? E

Chapter 4The silk robe I wore lies discarded on the floor, useless now, just like the promises I once made to myself, “I’ll survive, I’ll endure, I’ll never break.” But I did break. I broke the moment Rodriguez’s fingers traced the bruises Escobar left on my ribs, the moment his voice wrapped around me like a vow.I unfurl my fingers, smoothing the crumpled paper against my thigh. Midnight. East gate. Alone. My pussy still throbs from the orgasm I forced out of myself, my clit raw from rubbing it too hard, too fast, imagining it was his teeth, his fingers, his cock stretching me open instead of my own trembling hand. The shame of it coils in my gut, but the hunger doesn’t fade. If anything, it’s worse now, gnawing at me, a live thing under my skin.First, I need leverage.I move to the vanity, my reflection a mess of swollen lips, dark smudges under my eyes, and the angry purple bruise blooming along my collarbone where Escobar’s fingers dug in. I turn my head, exposing the olde