Semua Bab Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The next morning dawns too bright, too normal. Sunlight slices through the blinds in sharp golden bars across my bed, and my body feels deliciously sore—every muscle aching in that good, used-up way. My thighs are sticky, my lips still swollen from last night, and between my legs there’s a dull, throbbing heat that hasn’t gone away. If anything, it’s worse. Like my pussy woke up hungrier than before.Downstairs I hear the usual sounds: coffee brewing, the low murmur of the TV, my step daddy’s deep laugh at something his friend said. They’re acting like nothing happened. Like they didn’t spend half the night ruining me.I can’t sit still.I pull on the thinnest tank top I own—no bra, nipples already stiff against the cotton—and a pair of tiny sleep shorts that ride up the second I move. My hair’s a mess, lips still puffy, cheeks flushed. I don’t care. I need more.I pad barefoot down the stairs, heart hammering. They’re in the living room, sprawled on the couch, controllers back in han

The first pale streaks of dawn had barely crept through the narrow windows of the den when I stirred between the heavy, muscled bodies of Thorne and Ryk. My limbs felt liquid, heavy with the remnants of a night spent in endless surrender. Every inch of me ached sweetly—throat raw, hole swollen and tender, skin marked with bruises shaped like their fingerprints and the faint red imprints of teeth. Cum had dried in flaky patches across my chest, belly, and inner thighs, mingling with fresh leaks still seeping from where their knots had stretched me beyond reason.I whimpered softly, shifting, only for Thorne's thick arm to tighten around my waist like an iron band."Easy, pup," he murmured, voice sleep-rough and low. His cock—still half-hard even in rest—nudged insistently against the cleft of my ass, smearing more slick and spend. "You're not going anywhere."Ryk's scarred hand slid up my chest from the other side, cupping my throat possessively. "Morning breath and morning wood. Perfe

No one’s home.Just you. Me. This empty house. The hum of the fridge in the kitchen. The faint tick of that stupid wall clock in the hallway. And the sound of your own breathing getting louder the longer you sit there pretending you’re not already wet.Why are your legs still pressed together like that?You think I can’t tell? The way your thighs keep flexing, rubbing just enough friction through your panties to make your clit throb without actually giving you what you want. Cute. But unnecessary.Open them.Right now.Spread your knees wide. Wider. Until the cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you feel exposed even though no one else is watching. Only me. Only my voice in your head telling you exactly how this is going to go.Good girl.Now look down.See how your skirt’s already ridden up? How the fabric’s bunched at the tops of your thighs, showing the little wet spot darkening your underwear? Don’t touch yet. Just look. Stare at it like it’s proof you’re already mi

The glow of the laptop screen bathes my bedroom in a hazy blue light, the sounds of grunts and moans filling the air as I watch the older man thrust his thick cock deep into the younger one's ass. My thighs clench together, heat pooling between my legs. God, the way that younger guy arches his back, taking every inch like he craves it—it's intoxicating. My fingers slip under my panties, circling my clit before dipping inside my wet pussy, pumping slowly as I imagine myself there, caught between them, submissive and used.I bite my lip, holding myself tight, wishing those two men would turn their attention to me, pin me down and fuck me senseless while I watch them go at each other. My breaths come in short gasps, building toward that edge, my body trembling.“Vivian… what are you doing?” The voice startles me, but I don't pull away. There, in the doorway, stands my stepbrother, Alex, his broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark with something hungry. Beside him is his best friend,

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.I was in the living room, scrolling on my phone, trying to ignore the way she’d been eyeing me all morning. She sauntered in wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her thighs, the belt tied loose so her deep cleavage spilled out. Her nipples were already hard, poking through the fabric like little fuck-me buttons. God, I wanted to slap her and bury my face in those tits at the same time.“Cherry, sweetie,” she purred, dropping onto the couch right next to me, way too close.