All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Three weeks later Diego’s POV I heard the doorbell and the muffled exchange at the front. “Pizza guy’s here,” I called from the bathroom, voice bouncing off the tiles through the steam. “Code’s 46345.” “Got it, honey,” Jace yelled back. I smiled to myself. I finally had the fine shit I’d been craving. I thought getting him all to myself would be hard, but money really does move mountains. Still… damn, he’s expensive as hell. In Just a few weeks since we met, done dropped billions on dumb shit—bought himself a fleet of sports cars, that ugly-ass Tesla Cybertruck I still ain’t got, diamonds heavy enough to sink a boat… unnecessary but cute. But he worth every penny. That arch, that grip—Lord. I gotta spoil my cupcake. Tonight I’m trying to be good, though. Wanna build something real, not just dick him down every time we in the same room. I actually want forever with him. Marriage, kids one day, all that. I already prayed earnestly on it hard. Can’t wait to take him home. I could

My husband’s pathetic dick can’t satisfy me anymore. Not since that pussy-destroying, soul-shattering threesome with him and his hung-as-fuck brother, Dennis. My cunt’s been throbbing, leaking, aching for that veiny black monster cock to split me open again, stretch me till I scream, and flood my womb with his thick cum. Drey and I have always been filthy, nasty, fuck-like-animals since 11th grade. Back then, we were just horny fuck buddies — no rules, no limits. Any cock could slam into my dripping, greedy pussy, and Drey could pound any hole he wanted. It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore. But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerf

Mia’s POV I shut the kitchen door, dragging my feet across the floor. Henry was probably upstairs — either glued to his video games or still dead asleep. “Henry !” I called, my voice softer than usual. “Come down, breakfast’s ready!” I sank into the couch and grabbed the remote from the center table. The TV flickered to life, playing one of my favorite Hollywood series. “Henry , please hurry up!” I called again, raising my voice just enough to be heard upstairs. A few minutes passed. My eyes started to feel heavy; I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. I let out a quiet sigh, leaning back into the couch cushions. What the hell was taking him so long? Maybe he’s still in bed. I headed upstairs, dragging my hand along the rail . As I reached Henry’s room, I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and pushed it open. At that moment, I wished I could un-see what I saw. Henry lay exposed on his bed, one hand wrapped around his dick, spilling all over the blanket. Thick rop

Such a sexy win… got a fat ass now. “Angel!” I yelled, calling his name while he was pole dancing for those nasty, razzing women and men. Pathetic. It felt like the more I yelled, the louder the bass got. “Angel!” I yelled again. Argh. This was gonna be harder than I thought. I pushed through the crowd, shoving past tall, muscular dudes who towered over my petite frame. “Hey, yo, watch where you’re going, whore,” one growled, then slapped my ass so hard it stung. I shot him the deadliest deathstare I had and kept moving. Wasn’t paying attention to what was in front of me; I slammed right into another circle of huge muscular men. “Whoa, look what we got here… fresh meat,” one of them snarled, voice deep and rumbling. “Oh no… no, no, I’m not anybody’s meal tonight, fellas,” I said, voice shaking even though I tried to sound tough. They passed me around like a damn toy; big hands spanking my ass, grabbing my tits, laughing deep in their chests. I tried to duck out. One yanked m

I’m Dr. Jackson, sitting at my desk finishing notes when Hazel walks in for her “follow-up appointment.” She’s wearing the tiniest white crop top that’s like two sizes smaller that barely holds her fat tits and a pink pleated skirt so short I can already see the bottom of her juicy perfect round ass cheeks. No panties. She knows exactly what she’s here for. Her long black hair is in a high ponytail, gold hoops swinging as she walks toward me. “Hey Doctor Jackson,” she says, voice all sweet and innocent, biting that plump lower lip. “I’ve been feeling… really tight down there ever since the last time. Can you check me again?” My dick was already throbbing against my zipper. I set the tablet aside and stood, letting her see the thick ridge straining my slacks. “Get on the table, Hazel. Feet in the stirrups. Let’s see how wet my favorite patient is today.” She hops up with a little bounce that made her tits jiggle dangerously inside that poor top. The paper liner crinkled as she