All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 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 still ou

“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 low and

Jacob’s POV “Quiet! Last look… everything’s set… and… ACTION!” “Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus got a sack full of surprises, but only if you unwrap me first.” “Santa, I’ve been dumped and down, but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole and I’m about to split your chimney wide open.” The director flashed a quick thumbs-up signalling a Perfect start. I’m Jacob, and yeah, you’re probably wondering how a guy who got dumped by his girlfriend just days ago is now standing on a Brazzers set about to fuck the one and only Angela White. It all started with one dumb comment. I was venting about the breakup when my best friend Chad peeked over my shoulder. “Dude. Check it out. Brazzers just posted a contest. ‘Having a bad Christmas? Drop a sad story in the comments and win a free shoot with one of our top stars.’ Bet that’ll cheer you up.” “Come on, type something,” he pushed. “Fine.” “Gf left me three weeks

“So… real talk, King. Let’s get real,” I said, voice already dropping lower, thicker, dripping with want. “Everyone wants to know the number. What’s your actual body count—on screen and off?” He leaned back into the wide hotel-suite couch, thighs spreading wide in that lazy, arrogant way men do when they know their dick is the main event. Those soft grey sweatpants hugged him obscenely, outlining every thick inch of that heavy, relaxed length resting along his thigh. Shirtless, his abs flexed with each slow breath, deep cuts catching the dim light. Arms draped along the back of the couch, biceps bulging just enough to make me imagine them pinning my wrists above my head while he ruined me. I was already aching for it—aching to be split open on him. His dark eyes pinned me in place. A slow, filthy grin curled his lips. “Lost count a long time ago, Lana,” he said, voice deep, unhurried, like he could fuck me for days and still have energy left. “On camera? Couple hundred scenes, eas

“Fuck, he’s got another slut tonight,” I hissed under my breath, standing at my bedroom window in the pitch dark, my eyes glued to Roman—my ultimate fantasy fuck. That retired pornstar body of his, those ripped abs, massive chest, and that monstrous cock I’d dreamed about splitting me wide open.My eyes fluttered and rolled back a little as I slid my trembling hands down to my soaked thighs. “Oh shit, not yet,” I gasped softly, crawling onto the bed on shaky knees and yanking the nightstand drawer open with a rattle.“VRMMM–VRMMM.” The vibrator buzzed weakly, barely alive.“Fuck, one bar,” I groaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead. “Forgot to charge it again.”I grabbed my thick, pink, veiny dildo instead—almost as big as his—and my binoculars from the drawer.“Let’s get filthy,” I purred low, licking my lips slow and hungry.I snatched the bottle of oil, dragged the chair right up to the open window—close enough that if he glanced over, he’d see every bare inch of me—and