Todos los capítulos de THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I drop to my knees the moment he slams the door shut. His fingers twist tight in my hair, jerking my head back until my neck arches and my mouth falls open on a sharp gasp. His cock slaps heavy across my cheek—hot, thick, veins pulsing against my skin, the tip already wet and smearing across my face. “Open that fucking mouth, slut.” I do. Wide. Greedy. He doesn’t wait—he just drives in, filling me so fast my lips stretch tight around him. The head hits the back of my throat and my whole body lurches; saliva floods my mouth, spilling down my chin in thick strands that drip onto my tits. He starts thrusting hard, hips snapping forward, balls pressing against my chin over and over. I can’t breathe right and I don’t care. Tears run down my face, mascara smearing, and I’m humping the air because my pussy is throbbing so bad I can feel my pulse there. I want more. I want him to use me harder. He pulls out slow, spit stringing from my swollen lips to his cock. I’m panting, tongue stil

“At long last… this damn wedding is over,” I mutter under my breath, padding barefoot toward the kitchen for something to eat. Tyler wouldn’t leave my side the entire day. Every time we moved on the dance floor, his hands stayed low on my waist, fingers pressing into me like he was already claiming what was his. I can still feel the heat of his palms there, the way his thumbs traced slow circles over the fabric. My stomach flips just thinking about it. A stupid little thrill bubbles up in my chest, like I’m some giddy teenager. Soon it’ll be just us—him, that thick cock I’ve been craving, his house, his yacht, his name. All of it finally mine. I bite my lip to hide the grin pulling at my mouth. Footsteps echo down the hallway. Speak of the devil. Tyler appears—shirt half-unbuttoned, tie long gone, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. We’re about to pass each other when his hand darts out and catches mine, grip tight and possessive. “Don’t forget,” he murmurs, voice l

MADDISON POV “It worked!… Fuck, I can’t wait to taste all of that cock. Just you wait for me, my Norman!” I giggle, licking the two fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. “This should be his office, right? Um… D9.” I mutter, scanning the hallway for D9. I brace myself then knock on it. “Come in.” I enter without hesitation. “You called for me?” I say, then blow strands of messy hair back into place. My skirt is still out of place. “Y-yes…” He coughs as he hastily jerks his eyes off my half-exposed coochie. “Shut the door, please,” he says nervously. Beads of sweat drip along his hairline. I lean back against it with a huge, slutty grin on my face. “Do you know why you’re here?” His voice cracks on the last word. It’s obvious—his eyes are stripping me naked. He just wants to get over this stupid questioning and drill me open. “…And I love that.” I giggle at the thought of his huge cock inside my needy cunt. “You seemed… pretty aroused during literature,”

“And that’s a wrap—” The director only managed “wra—”. before Jacob’s hand flashed out and ripped the headset clean off the guy’s head, and hurled it into the fake snow. It landed with a dull thud. The director stumbled back two steps, mouth hanging open, eyes bugging out like he’d seen a ghost. Jacob didn’t even glance at him. He locked eyes with the nearest camera—red tally light still glowing—and spoke low and flat. “We’re going live. Right fucking now.” He snatched the cameraman’s phone before the guy could react, thumb flying across the screen. Brazzers X account opened. LIVE button smashed. The little red banner flashed across every monitor on set. The live views went from 0 to 100k viewers in eight seconds. He looked down at me. I was still on my knees in the fake snow, my thighs trembling so hard the bells on my costume jingled by themselves, cum from round one already cooling on my face and tits, pussy still fluttering open and closed like it hadn’t accepted th

CHRIS POV Yoo… hold up, hold up. You see that pretty little thing right there? Fuck, look at that fat juicy ass sittin’ there all nice. C’mon man, let’s go say hey. I’m bricked up just lookin’ at it.” “Aight, man,” Joe says, already hoisting the camera like he knows what’s coming. We stroll up. She’s in these tiny bum shorts that ride high, half her cheeks spilling out, pressed against the bench so they spread just right. Damn. I can already picture my hands full of it. “Hey, beautiful,” I say, eyes locked on hers, stepping close enough to catch her scent—something sweet like vanilla mixed with warm skin. “I’m Chris… this is Joe, my cameraman. You know our show? We spot hotties like you, do a quick interview. You down?” She stands up slow, ass grabbing those shorts like it’s trying to escape. “Yeah, I know your show. Can I grab it—Chris, right? I fuck with it heavy.” Her eyes rake down my body, lingering. “Aight, bet. What’s your name?” “Delilah.” Her voice is smooth,