All Chapters of Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The house was dead quiet except for our breathing. Heavy. Wet. Echoing off the walls like we were the only two people left on earth.Ethan’s cock was still half-hard inside me, softening slowly but not pulling out. He liked staying plugged in—liked feeling his cum trapped where it belonged. I liked it too. The filthy fullness. The reminder that I’d made my stepbrother lose control twice already.But I wasn’t done.I shifted under him, clenching deliberately around his length. He hissed, hips twitching forward on instinct.“Again?” His voice was wrecked—gravel and smoke.“Not here.” I pushed at his chest until he rolled off me. His cock slipped free with a wet sound, followed by a thick trickle of cum down my thigh. I didn’t wipe it. Let it drip. Let him see what he’d done.I stood on shaky legs, tank top still bunched under my tits, shorts long gone somewhere on the floor. Naked from the waist down, pussy swollen and glistening, his seed leaking out of me.“Bathroom,” I said. “Now.”H

Two days.That’s how long Caleb gave me before he snapped again.I spent them in a haze—sore between my legs, nipples tender every time my shirt brushed them, replaying the way he’d fucked me on the kitchen island like he was claiming territory. My parents were still gone. The house felt 100% ours. But he didn’t text. Didn’t wave. Didn’t even glance over the fence when I “accidentally” sunbathed topless again.He was making me wait.And it was driving me insane.On the second night, just after midnight, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.Unknown: My house. Back door unlocked. Ten minutes.Unknown: Wear the red bikini. Nothing else.My heart slammed against my ribs. His house. Where pictures of his ex-wife might still be on the walls. Where his bed smelled like him. Where neighbors could see me cross the yard if they happened to look out a window.I was already wet.I dug the red bikini out of my drawer—the skimpiest one I owned, barely more than three triangles and strings—and tied it

The first thing I register when consciousness creeps back is heat. Thick, heavy, living heat wrapped around me from behind. Caleb’s arm is slung possessively over my waist, palm flat against my lower belly like he’s already staking claim even in sleep. His thigh is jammed between mine, pressing right up against my still-swollen pussy, and every tiny shift of his body drags coarse hair across my sensitive clit.I’m sore everywhere—deliciously, obscenely sore. My inner thighs are sticky with dried cum from last night. My ass cheeks burn faintly from his palm prints. My throat feels raw in the best way, a dull ache that reminds me exactly how many times his fingers wrapped around it while he fucked the breath out of me.Sunlight is already sneaking through the slats of his bedroom blinds, painting gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. It’s early—maybe 7:15, maybe 7:30. Saturday morning in the suburbs. Lawn mowers will start soon. Kids on bikes. Mrs. Delaney with her roses. Windows open

I barely slept.Sophie curled against my side all night—soft breaths on my chest, one leg hooked over mine, her bare pussy still slick and warm against my thigh even after I cleaned us up. Every time she shifted in her sleep, my cock twitched like it hadn’t just come inside her twice. I kept replaying it: the way she’d begged, the tight heat of her virgin cunt stretching around me, the bite marks she left on my shoulder that still stung when I moved.Around 6:40 a.m., the house was dead quiet except for Jake’s faint snoring drifting up from the living room couch. Sunlight was just starting to leak around the blinds.Sophie stirred first.Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of my boxers—now back on, barely containing the morning wood that had been raging since she fell asleep on me.She lifted her head, eyes sleepy and dark, lips swollen from last night’s kisses.“Morning,” she whispered, voice hoarse.“Morning, baby.”She smiled—shy, wicked—and slipped her ha

Chapter 1: Caught in the ActI’ve always hated him. My stepdad, that smug alpha bastard named Derek, struts around our house like he owns everything—including me. He married my mom two years ago, and since then, he’s been nothing but a controlling prick. His broad shoulders, that chiseled jaw, and those piercing blue eyes make him look like some kind of wolf in human skin, always barking orders and staring at me like I’m his next meal. Mom’s too blind to see it, but I know what he is: a predator. And I’m done playing nice. Tonight, I’m getting proof of his sleaziness. I’ll record him in the shower, catch him stroking that massive cock of his, and expose him. Maybe then Mom will finally kick his ass out.The house is quiet after dinner. Mom’s out with her friends, some book club bullshit, leaving me alone with him. Perfect. I hear the water running in the master bathroom, steam curling out from under the door. My heart pounds as I creep down the hallway, phone clutched in my hand, came