บททั้งหมดของ 100 NIGHTS OF SIN: EROTICA SHORT STORIES : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

He thrust in, one brutal stroke, bottoming out with a wet slap as his balls smacked against my ass, the stretch burning so good, his thickness splitting me open, filling every inch until I felt impossibly full, his pubic hair grinding against my clit. I screamed again, nails raking his shoulders, drawing red lines across his sweat-slicked skin, the coppery scent of blood mixing with our arousal. 
He groaned, forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot and ragged. “So fucking tight, baby girl. Taking every inch like you were made for me,” he rasped, his cock throbbing inside me, the veins pulsing against my walls as he held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the invasion. 
He set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward with raw power, the counter rattling beneath us, my tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair in electric friction. The wet, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin filled the room, mingled with my breathless moans and his deep grunts, his ba

Don’t read if themes of death triggers you. 
I'm holding Daniel's hand when Marcus walks in.
11:58 p.m. The ward is so quiet I can hear my own breathing, the soft beep of machines, the buzz of that one flickering light above the door that maintenance still hasn't fixed.
Daniel's hand is warm in mine. But it's only warm because I tucked it under the heated blanket an hour ago. When I squeeze his fingers, nothing squeezes back. It's been eighty-three days.
Marcus closes the door. That same soft click I know by heart now. He doesn't say anything at first. Just stands there holding a folded piece of paper, and I watch him trying to figure out how to start.
"Elena." He crouches in front of my chair. Our knees almost touch. "The repeat EEG came back."
I don't move. Don't breathe.
"It's flat," he says quietly. "There's almost nothing left. The team thinks... less than five percent chance of meaningful recovery."
The words are so gentle. So careful. They still crack something open in

After a long time of teasing and worship, Leo rose from the chair, his commanding presence pulling me up gently by the arms. He turned me with care, bending me wide over the leather ottoman. My cheek pressed against the cool, smooth leather, a shocking contrast to my flushed skin. My hips perched on the edge, ass high and vulnerable. 
Marcus hooked the remnants of my soaked thong and peeled it down my thighs inch by inch, the fabric clinging wetly until it caught at my heels. He spread my cheeks with reverent fingers, my breath hitching in a low groan at the sight before him. My pussy with its swollen lips, puffy and glistening, arousal trickling down. "Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured, his thumb circling my entrance slowly, dipping just enough to make me buck and whine. "Swollen and dripping, you desperate slut. And this tight little ass. Going to wreck it, make you feel every stretch."


Leo knelt in front of me, cradling my face in tender hands, his thumbs brushing away my

“You’re trouble, Lauren,” he murmured, as we came together, my whimper soft, “Fuck, Richard,” our bodies trembling.
Richard’s still buried inside me, cock twitching with aftershocks, when he growls against my neck, “We’re not finished.”
He pulls out slow, letting me feel every inch drag through my swollen walls. A thick gush of cum immediately follows, dripping down my thighs onto the bathmat.
“Look at that,” he mutters, voice dark. “Your married cunt can’t even keep my load in. Already leaking like a used-up whore.”
I whimper, legs shaking.
He scoops the mess with three fingers and shoves them into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do, moaning around his knuckles, tasting both of us.
He watches, eyes black, cock already hardening again.
“Up,” he orders.
I’m barely steady, but he lifts me onto the counter, spreads my thighs wide, and drops to his knees.
His tongue dives straight into my ruined pussy, licking his own cum out of me, swallowing it with filthy, satisfied groans.
“Fuck, we taste

Caleb pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me clean onto the counter in one motion.
My back hits the mirror, legs spread wide, dress bunched around my waist like a belt.
He steps between my thighs, eyes black with hunger.
“Ride me,” he orders, sitting on the closed toilet lid and dragging me onto his lap.
I sink down slow, inch by thick inch, both of us groaning at the angle.
His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me as I start rolling my hips, grinding, taking him deep.
“Look at you,” he rasps, mouth on my neck, biting. “Dirty fucking divorcee bouncing on my dick while the whole neighborhood’s downstairs eating potato salad.”
I ride him faster, tits in his face, moaning into his hair.
He sucks a nipple hard, teeth scraping, then slaps my ass again. “Faster, Tessa. Show me how bad you’ve needed this young cock.”
I do, slamming down, pussy fluttering around him.
He reaches between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing rough circles.
“Come on my dick like the needy MILF you ar