All Chapters of Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Louder, whore. Make me believe you want this destruction."My sobs echoed with the porn's moans, begging turning to frantic pleas as he continued the assault—tongue on my tits, lips on my pussy, cock teasing my mouth—but never giving me what I craved most. The screen blared with another woman getting her holes wrecked, cum splattering her face while she choked on a third shaft. My body trembled, every inch of me on fire, pussy clenching desperately around emptiness."I need it! Please, sir, destroy my filthy cunt! Shove that huge cock inside and pound me until I break! I'll scream for you, cum for you—anything! Just fuck me, oh god, I'm dying without it!" My voice cracked, raw from the yelling, tears soaking my cheeks as I thrashed against the restraints. The metal dug into my wrists, a sharp reminder of my helplessness.He pulled back from my dripping slit, his face glistening with my juices, and slapped my ass hard enough to make it sting. "That's better, you desperate bitch. But w

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the convent's stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the stone floor. I was in the garden, tending to the roses, my habit back in place like nothing had happened. But everything had changed. My body still ached deliciously from the night before, my pussy tender and slick at the mere thought of him. I couldn't stop replaying it—the way his cock had stretched me, filled me, made me scream.Footsteps crunched on the gravel path behind me. I turned, and there he was, leaning against the archway with that smug grin, looking every bit the devil in work boots and a tight shirt that hugged his muscled arms.'Sister,' he said, his voice low and teasing, 'you look like you're praying for forgiveness today.'I straightened up, clutching the pruning shears like a shield, but my cheeks flushed hot. 'What are you doing here? This is sacred ground.'He stepped closer, eyes raking over me. 'Sacred? After last night? Nah, I think it's time we ha

The classroom felt smaller than I remembered.Or maybe it was just him.Professor Rynne stood at the front of the room, sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose, writing on the board like the chalk belonged only to him.I tried to act normal — quiet, invisible, focused — but my pulse had other plans.He turned suddenly, eyes sweeping across the room, landing on me for a single second too long.A second that said he remembered me.A second that said he shouldn’t.“Miss Hale,” he said, voice smooth but too careful, “since you’ve returned to the department, I trust you’ll contribute as sharply as you used to.”Used to.My stomach flipped.Everyone looked at me, but his gaze was the only one that mattered, the only one that felt like pressure on my skin.“Yes, Professor,” I managed, though my voice betrayed me.His lips twitched — not a smile, just an acknowledgment.Maybe a warning.Maybe he was trying to keep things professional.Maybe he knew he was failing.He turned back to the boa

The next day, I slipped into Professor Rynne's lecture hall with my thighs still aching from yesterday's rough fucking in his office. Every step reminded me of how he'd stretched my pussy, how his cum had leaked out of me for hours afterward. I tried to focus as he paced the front, his voice droning on about some historical theory, but my mind kept replaying the way he'd claimed me. Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture.I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen clit through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entrance before plunging them inside. A soft whimper escaped me, but I bit my lip, pumping slowly, my eyes locked on him. He glanced my way, his dark gaze sharpening like he could see right through me. Did he

Rowan’s breath hitched—so soft I almost missed it. Moonlight sliced across his face again, exposing that raw, unguarded flicker in his eyes. Something ancient. Something unresolved. He stared at me like he was reliving the night everything between us nearly shattered. Like he was debating if it could still explode. But he stayed rooted. And so did I. Just two male Alphas, jammed shoulder to shoulder in the shadows, acting like this electric pull was bullshit.Then, in a blur, he yanked me forward and slammed his mouth against mine. His lips crushed hard, tongue shoving in without warning. I shoved him back, my eyes burning with fury.“Are you fucking insane? We’re here on a mission to hunt those rogue bastards… not to swap spit like some pathetic omegas!”My words hung in the air, but he didn’t give a damn. He surged closer, his hot breath blasting my skin, carrying the sharp scent of pine and sweat from the chase.“Adrian…” My name rolled off his tongue like a threat, low and gravell