All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I thought they might stop. I thought maybe they’d had enough of me.I was wrong.One of them grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him while the other kept me spread wide open. My wrists were still bound, my body aching and overstimulated, every nerve already frayed.“You think we’re done?” he sneered, his thumb smearing spit across my lips. “Not even close.”He pressed his cock against my sore entrance again, shoving inside with no hesitation, making me scream from the raw burn. My legs kicked weakly, but they pinned me down with ease.“Keep fighting,” he taunted, slamming into me so hard my body jerked against the sheets. “Makes it tighter.”I whimpered, my head rolling back, the belt biting into my wrists as I struggled uselessly. Every thrust was punishment, deep and brutal, stretching me until I could barely breathe.The other one knelt beside my face, stroking himself slowly, deliberately, watching me unravel. His voice was low, mocking, cruel.“Beg for it,” he said.I

I didn’t have time to second-guess myself. The one beneath me spread my thighs wide, his grip iron against my skin, forcing me open while the other held me steady on his lap.“Look at her,” the one behind me said, his breath hot against my ear. His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard, just enough to remind me who was in control. “Already dripping, and we’ve barely started.”Shame should’ve burned through me. Instead, it thrilled me. My body betrayed me, heat pooling between my thighs as if I’d been waiting for this exact moment all along.The man between my legs pressed his mouth against me, tongue sliding in a way that made me shudder violently. My fingers dug into the shoulders of the one behind me, a desperate moan breaking free.“Louder,” he ordered, tightening his grip on my throat just enough to lift my chin. “I want him to hear how bad you need this.”The sound that left me wasn’t human. I bucked forward, every nerve lit on fire as the one between my thighs devour

By the time they dragged me onto the bed, I was already gone — my body limp, my voice hoarse from begging, my skin burning from their touch. But they weren’t finished.One of them pinned my wrists above my head with a single hand, his weight pressing me into the mattress, while the other two spread me wide open like they owned every inch of me. Their eyes met above me, wicked grins traded like I wasn’t even a person anymore — just a toy they passed around, a body to fill, to ruin, to worship in the dirtiest way possible.The first slammed into me hard enough that the headboard cracked against the wall. The second shoved himself into my mouth, forcing me to choke and drool, tears streaming down my face as he groaned at the sight. The third wasn’t patient. He dragged my hips higher, angling me so I had no escape, no chance to close up, no chance to breathe without one of them forcing themselves deeper.They were everywhere at once — inside me, around me, under my skin. Hands fisted in m

The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every step I took, every time I sat down, I felt the ache he left inside me. My body was still humming from how rough he had been, how shamelessly he took me like I was already his to use whenever he wanted.I thought it was over—just some crazy mistake we both agreed to keep secret. But the way he looked at me last night… no, he wasn’t done.I should have stayed away. Instead, I found myself walking down the hall to his room. My pulse pounded in my throat, my knees weak, but something darker pushed me forward.I knocked once.The door swung open immediately, like he had been waiting.His eyes locked on me, sharp and knowing, dragging over the shirt that barely covered my thighs. His lips curved into that dangerous grin that made my stomach twist.“You couldn’t stay away,” he said, voice low, smug.I swallowed, my throat dry. “I just—”He didn’t let me finish. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, yanking me inside before slamming the do

The way he kept me pinned down felt like there was no escape, and the scary part was—I didn’t want one. His hand clamped around my jaw, forcing my head back, his teeth grazing the soft line of my throat before he sank them into my skin hard enough to leave me gasping.“Mine,” he growled, his voice low, guttural, and full of possession that twisted my stomach in all the wrong and right ways.My legs trembled around him, my body already raw from everything he’d done to me through the night, but he wasn’t slowing down—he wasn’t giving me a second to catch my breath. Every thrust drove me higher and higher, like he was determined to burn me alive from the inside.“Say it,” he demanded, pulling out just enough to make me whimper before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies colliding filthy and loud in the silence of the room. “Say who you belong to.”I tried to answer, but my voice came out broken, just a cry spilling into the darkness. That wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed my throat,