《Make Me Wet (An Erotica Collection)》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 220 章

Chapter 5The night air clings to my skin, thick with the scent of salt and jasmine, as Rodriguez’s fingers tighten in my hair. His breath is still ragged against my temple, his cock softening inside me but not yet slipping free. The stone column digs into my hip, cold and unyielding, but I don’t pull away. My thighs are slick with him, with me, the evidence of what we’ve just done dripping down my inner thighs in slow, warm rivulets. His other hand is still wrapped around my throat, not squeezing now, just holding on."You’re shaking," he murmurs, voice rough as gravel. It’s not a question. His lips brush the shell of my ear, and I hate how my body betrays me, how my nipples harden again under the slip dress that’s still hitched up around my waist. "Cold, or scared?"I swallow. The taste of him is still on my tongue, copper and whiskey and something darker. "Neither."A low chuckle vibrates against my back. "Liar." His teeth graze my earlobe, just sharp enough to make me gasp. "Bu

Chapter 1The party was supposed to be just another boring night of board games and cheap wine, the kind where everyone pretends to have fun while secretly counting the minutes until they can leave. But then it happened, the game. That fucking cursed board with its sinister grin of a box art, the one some idiot pulled out of a thrift store because it looked "vintage." We all laughed when the instructions warned of "consequences" for losing. Consequences. Like it was Monopoly and we’d have to pay rent on Park Place.I should’ve known better.The moment the dice landed on that last space, the one with the leering demon face, something shifted. Not in the room, in me. A heat, thick and syrupy, pooled low in my gut, my skin suddenly too tight, my nipples hardening under my bra like they’d been pinched. I excused myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, but when I looked up, my reflection wasn’t quite mine. My pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the green, and my lip

Chapter 3The pounding on the door doesn't stop. It’s a rhythmic, heavy thud that vibrates through the floorboards and into the soles of my feet, shaking the bed frame. Each impact sends a fresh jolt through my nervous system, but it isn’t just fear that spikes in my chest. It’s heat. A sick, twisting heat that coils low in my belly and tightens my thighs.My gaze darts around the room, wild and unfocused, before landing on the bed. The black plastic remote lies there on the duvet, glistening under the lamplight. It’s coated in a thick, glossy sheen of my own cum, the buttons sticky and wet. I scramble backward, my hand closing around the slick device. My grip is tight, knuckles white, clutching it like a knife, like a weapon I can use to defend myself.But I know it’s useless. It’s just a piece of plastic covered in pussy juice. It can’t stop them.The door shudders again, the wood groaning under the strain. I can see the frame bowing inward, the lock straining. Splinters crack wi

Chapter 5The wood of the dining table is hard and unforgiving against my spine, but the shock of it barely registers. Mark’s grip on my hips is iron-tight, his fingers digging bruises into my flesh as he slams into me. The friction is searing, a perfect, agonizing drag against walls that feel too sensitive, too swollen to take him, yet they clench around him greedily, pulling him deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the sudden, suffocating silence of the room, louder than the bass thumping from the speakers.I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut, but I can’t block out the sensory overload. The smell of expensive cologne mingles with the sharp tang of my own arousal and the musk of Mark’s sweat. I hear the rustle of fabric, the metallic clink of belts being unbuckled, the heavy, synchronized breathing of the people watching. It’s no longer the sound of polite cocktail chatter; it’s the low, predatory me."Look at that," Mark grunts, his rhyth

Chapter 2The first touch of his lips is soft against mine. It’s not the harsh type i would have expected from a man like him. All that exists is the heat of Marcus’s mouth, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue, and the way his hand cups my jaw, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below my ear. A shiver ripples through me, and I lean into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss. That’s when the dam breaks. Marcus groans, low and guttural, and his grip tightens, pulling me flush against him. His tongue slides into my mouth, possessive and hungry, and I kiss him back with a desperation that surprises even myself. My hands tangle in his hair, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans. God, I want this. I want him. The thought is so clear, so undeniable, that it feels like a physical blow. Across the room, a soft gasp breaks the spell. I pull back, my chest heaving, and my eyes land on Vanessa. She’s still straddling Daniel, but h