All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

He didn’t let me breathe long. My body was limp beneath him, trembling, still pulsing around his cock when he finally pulled out. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness.His laugh was low, mocking. “Pathetic. Already begging with your body.”I tried to close my legs, desperate, but he shoved them wide apart again, pinning my ankles to the mattress.From the drawer, he pulled something that made my stomach twist—shiny black toys, gleaming under the low light. He tossed a vibrator onto the sheets and rolled a slim metal plug between his gloved fingers, smirking as if deciding which punishment to start with.“You thought I’d just fuck you and stop?” His tone was sharp, dangerous. “No, little prize. Tonight I’m going to see how many times I can break you before you pass out.”The vibrator roared to life. He pressed it to my swollen clit without warning. My whole body bucked, a strangled cry ripping out of me.“Too much?” he teased, holding it there while I writhed. “Good. That’s the point.”

The door slammed so hard the walls shook.I froze halfway up the stairs, caught like a deer in headlights as his voice thundered behind me.“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”I didn’t even have time to hide the heels dangling from my hand. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs—broad, dark, and furious. My stepfather. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, veins bulging in his forearms, jaw clenched like he was about to crush glass with his teeth.“I. . . I was just. . .”“Just what?” he cut in, climbing the steps with slow, deliberate menace. “You thought you could sneak out of my house? After I told you no?”My stomach dropped. He had told me no. No parties. No boys. No leaving after dark. But I’d gotten dressed anyway, hoping to slip out unnoticed. Big mistake.By the time he reached me, his chest was almost against mine. He leaned in close, towering, his voice low and sharp.“You think I’m a joke, don’t you? That you can do whatever you want under my roof.”I tried to loo

The house had gone quiet again, too quiet. The only sound was the ticking of the antique clock on the hallway wall, loud enough to remind me how slow time passed inside this place.I thought he was finished with me for the night, thought maybe I’d finally get to breathe without being under his shadow. But when I slipped into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, the door swung open, and there he was. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, eyes dragging down my bare thighs like I belonged to him.“You think house arrest means you get to play innocent?” he asked, his voice low and edged with mockery. “You’ve been testing me all day.”I opened my mouth to argue, but before the words could form, he was inside the small bathroom with me, closing the door with a sharp click. The sound locked me in more effectively than any key.His hand shot out, gripping my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Answer me.”“I— I wasn’t—”“You were,” he cut me off, pressing me back against the cold til

The room smelled of sweat, lust, and tension so thick it almost choked me. My wrists were tied to the headboard, my body stretched and exposed, trembling under his gaze. He stood over me, shirtless, veins pulsing along his arms, eyes dark with hunger.“You’ve learned a lot,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “But this… this is where you finally understand your place.”I swallowed hard, chest rising and falling, my body slick and trembling from everything he’d done over the past days. My legs were weak, thighs trembling, but my core ached for him, for the brutal, impossible pleasure only he could give.He didn’t wait. His hands gripped my hips, yanking me forward, grinding into me with slow, deliberate pressure that made my breath catch. My moans came out in ragged bursts as he leaned down, lips brushing my shoulder, neck, every inch he could reach without hesitation.“You’re mine,” he whispered, his hand slipping between my thighs, fingers pressing into me with no warning. “Every

I thought I’d be overwhelmed by two men at once, that I’d freeze or feel out of control. But instead, the chaos turned into fuel. My body wasn’t mine anymore—it belonged to their hands, their mouths, their cocks. And fuck, I loved it.One of them gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him while the other stayed buried deep inside me. “Don’t close your eyes,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “I want to see you fall apart.”My legs trembled, the sheets twisted under my fists as I tried to hold on. I couldn’t tell who was rougher, who was hungrier, but together they tore me apart in ways I’d never dared imagine.“Open wider,” the one at my mouth demanded, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. The second I did, he shoved himself between my lips, filling me until I gagged. My throat burned, my eyes watered, but my pussy clenched tighter around the other man, making him groan into my ear.Pinned, stretched, and used from both ends, I felt like a toy—one they weren’t planning to