All Chapters of DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I was shaking, limp against the tattoo bed, my body already ruined by orgasm after orgasm. My thighs were slick, my voice raw, but Jace wasn’t finished. He never was.He pulled out slowly, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. My legs trembled as I tried to close them, but his hand came down hard across my ass again.“Keep those legs open,” he growled. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”I moaned, my cheek pressed to the sheets. “Jace… please… I can’t—”“You can,” he snapped, gripping my hair and yanking my head back until I was forced to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes were black with lust, his chest heaving. “And you will. Because you’re mine.”Before I could breathe, he shoved two of his thick fingers back inside me, curling them cruelly until I screamed. My body was too sensitive, every touch a violent spark of pleasure and pain, and I squirmed helplessly.“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered, thrusting his fingers harder, the wet sounds filling the room. “You think you get t

I didn’t sleep.How could I? My body was shaking, my thighs sticky, my skin covered in invisible bruises I couldn’t explain. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again—inside me, around me, whispering against my ear.Room 407 was silent. Too silent.And then the lamp flickered back on by itself.I froze. My chest heaved, breath shallow, as the air grew heavy again. The curtains swayed even though the windows were closed tight.He was back.“Still awake for me, little guest?” The voice slithered through the room, deep and mocking.My lips trembled. “Please… no more…”A cold laugh. “No more? Your body begged for me. You screamed you were mine. Do you think you can lie to me now?”The bedsheets ripped away from me in one violent yank, leaving me exposed in nothing but my thin nightdress, damp and ruined from what he’d done before.“Get up.” The command was sharp, echoing from every corner.I shook my head, hugging myself. “I can’t—”The air shifted, and suddenly my wrists were yanked

I wasn't sure how much more my body could take. My muscles felt shredded, my skin prickled from the cold that never left the room, and every nerve was a live wire. But the shadow didn't care. Shadows never did.The mattress dipped beside me before I could even catch my breath. He hovered there—weightless, but heavy as a storm. The mirror showed him: broad, faceless, filling the glass like a silhouette carved from night. His presence pressed down; the room smelled like ozone and old roses.“You’re beautiful when you fight,” he murmured, close enough that the breath across my ear felt like frost and fire at once. “It makes taking you worth it.”Before I could answer, something metallic scraped the nightstand. The minibar door swung open by itself and a heavy brass bar—polished, cold—lifted into the air. My eyes tracked it, heart pounding. The ghost held it between two invisible hands and, with careless deliberation, set it at the foot of the bed.“No—please—” My voice was thin. I tried

I thought he’d be satisfied after the way he fucked me raw, but Kieran wasn’t the kind of man who stopped when you were trembling.He wanted more.I was sprawled across his bed, wrists still tied to the headboard with his belt. My chest was heaving, skin sticky with sweat and cum, but his smirk told me I wasn’t getting rest anytime soon.“You came once,” he murmured, crouching at the edge of the bed, dragging something from the drawer beside him. “That’s nothing. You’ll learn what real ruin feels like.”My stomach tightened as I saw the sleek, black vibrator in his hand. He switched it on, the low hum vibrating through the air, making my pussy clench just from the sound.“Kieran—” My voice cracked, part fear, part desperate anticipation.He slapped the toy lightly against my inner thigh, smirking. “Don’t whine. You’ll thank me when I’m done.”He spread my legs wide, holding me open with one large hand, then pressed the toy against my swollen clit.“Ah—fuck!” My scream echoed through t

My body was trembling, spent, but he wasn’t done with me—not even close. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me hollow, aching, and dripping with everything he had already given me. I collapsed against the sheets, chest heaving, thighs shaking, hoping for even a second of relief.But he didn’t believe in mercy.A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh, making me jolt and cry out. The sting burned, dragging me back into his world of control.“Don’t you dare close your legs,” he warned, voice like gravel, dark and commanding. “Keep them open. Keep that sweet pussy on display for me.”I forced my thighs apart wider, humiliation mixing with the throbbing need between my legs. My body was wrecked, but it was still begging, still desperate.He crouched low, eyes fixed on me like I was prey. Two fingers traced the swollen mess he left behind, dragging up through the slick heat before plunging back inside me. The stretch made me moan, high-pitched, pathetic, as my back arched ri