บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

Chapter 6I don't need further encouragement. I slide two fingers into her tight heat, and she moans, arching against my hand. "Yes, just like that. Fuck me with your fingers."I pump into her, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside that makes her gasp. Her pussy clamps down on me, pulling me deeper. With my thumb, I circle her clit, feeling it swell under my touch."Harder," she demands, grinding against my hand. "I want to feel it tomorrow."I give her what she wants, fucking her with rough, deep strokes. The sounds of her pleasure fill the room. It’s wet, sloppy noises as my fingers plunge in and out, her breathy moans, the creak of the bed as she rides my hand."That's it, don't stop," she pants, her head thrown back. "I'm close... so close..."I add a third finger, stretching her wide. Her pussy spasms around me, and I know she's right there. I rub her clit faster, harder, wanting to push her over the edge."Fuck! Yes!" Iris cries out as her orgasm hits. Her body convulses, p

Chapter 1 The salt-laced breeze drifts through my open window, carrying the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. It's the same sound I've fallen asleep to every night for three years, ever since I moved into this isolated cottage by the sea. Tonight, though, the ocean's melody does nothing to soothe the ache between my thighs.My fingers twitch against my bare stomach as I lie in bed, the thin cotton sheet doing little to cool my overheated skin. Another night of this constant, gnawing horniness that's become my unwanted companion. At twenty-two, I should be out there living, not trapped in this seaside prison with only my vibrator and imagination for company.I slide my hand down, tracing the curve of my hip before dipping between my legs. My folds are already slick, swollen with need that never seems to abate. Two fingers slide inside easily, and I bite my lip as my walls clench around them. It's not enough. It's never enough.My thumb circles my clit as I pump my fingers,

Chapter 3The tentacles haven't stopped. If anything, they've grown more relentless, their thrusts harder, deeper.My body aches everywhere. My breasts throb with deep purple bruises, my nipples swollen and tender. My holes feel raw, stretched beyond their limits, yet the slick goo slime coating the tentacles keeps the pain blurring into pleasure. Each thrust sends jolts through me, my oversensitive nerves screaming with sensation.A whimper escapes my throat around the thick tentacle fucking my mouth. The tentacle pauses, then withdraws slightly, allowing me a gasp of air before pushing back in. The tentacle in my pussy begins to vibrate, The one in my ass follows suit, the vibrations traveling up my spine.My hips buck one their own. The vibrations intensify, focusing on my most sensitive spots inside. The tentacle around my waist loosens its grip slightly, allowing me to breathe more freely. The ones binding my wrists and ankles remain firm, holding me spread open and vulnerable

Chapter 5The water continues to fall over my curled form, steam rising around me like a shroud. My fingers trace the deep purple bruise on my hip, a brand of ownership that makes my pussy clench with pleasure. The tentacles may have withdrawn physically, but their presence lingers. Something shifts, and I feel tingling starts where my fingers touch the bruise, spreading like liquid fire through my veins. I gasp as the water suddenly feels different, charged with electricity. My skin begins to glow with a faint blue light, pulsing in time with the rapid beat of my heart.The tentacles emerge again, but they're not the same. They're translucent now, shimmering like moonlight on water. One slides up my thigh, and instead of wrapping around me, it begins to sink into my skin. I cry out, not in pain, but in overwhelming pleasure as the fusion begins. My cells seem to open, welcoming them, accepting them as part of me.Memories flood my mind but they’re not mine, but theirs. Ancient oce

Chapter 2My pussy clenches around nothing, pulsing rhythmically, soaking my fingers and the couch beneath me. For a long moment, I float in the haze of release, my chest heaving, my body limp and sated.Crack.Thunder explodes directly overhead, a deafening boom that shakes the floorboards. The lights flicker once, twice, and then die, plunging the apartment into total darkness. The hum of the refrigerator cuts out, leaving only the sound of the storm and my own ragged breathing.I blink, disoriented, the afterglow quickly replaced by a prickle of unease. I sit up, clutching the phone to my chest like a lifeline. The screen is the only source of light, casting long, eerie shadows against the walls.Suddenly, the power surges back. The lamps flare to life, blindingly bright after the darkness. But my phone screen glitches. The blue interface of the Nexus app fractures, pixels of light swirling and dancing before stabilizing into a blinding white radiance.Then, a voice fills the ro