Todos los capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The way he looked at me made my skin burn. His hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to keep my eyes on him as he rocked me against his lap. Every drag of his cock against my soaked shorts made my body twitch with need. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore.“Please,” I whispered, breathless.That broke him. His mouth crashed onto mine again, rough and messy, all teeth and tongue. His hands yanked at my shorts, dragging them down until they hit the floor, leaving me bare and desperate on his lap. I gasped as the cool air brushed my wet skin, my thighs trembling.He didn’t wait. His zipper came down fast, jeans shoved low just enough to free himself. My eyes widened when I felt him hard and hot against me, thick and throbbing, brushing against my entrance.I gripped his shoulders tight. “God—”“Not God,” he growled into my ear, his teeth scraping against my skin. “Just me.”And then he shoved me down. Hard.The stretch made me cry out, my nails digging deep into his skin as his co

I thought my body couldn’t take more. I was still trembling, slick dripping down my thighs, when he grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me off the bed. My knees almost gave out, but his grip was unrelenting.“On your feet,” he ordered.“I can’t—” I started, but the look he gave me shut me up fast.“You will.” His voice was pure command, and somehow, it made my body obey.He dragged me toward the wall, pressed my chest flat against it, and kicked my legs apart with his knee. My cheek was against the cold surface, my ass arched out for him, completely vulnerable.“Good girl,” he growled, one big hand gripping the back of my neck, pinning me to the wall. “Now, take me.”The next second, he slammed into me from behind, so deep I screamed. The force made my breasts slap against the wall, my hands scrambling for purchase as he pounded into me mercilessly.“Fuck—Jace!” I cried, nails scraping the paint.His response was a sharp slap across my ass, the sting making me moan even louder. “Say it

The mourners’ goodbyes dragged on like forever, but I barely heard them. My mind was consumed by him—by the way his eyes had devoured me, the way his hand had left me trembling among the graves.As the crowd thinned, he grabbed my wrist with that iron grip, not violently, but enough to make it clear I wasn’t going anywhere without him.“Car,” he muttered, his voice low, commanding.We moved fast, slipping through the crowd. No words were exchanged; we didn’t need them. His presence pressed against me, his body heat searing through my thin dress. I stumbled slightly, and he caught me by the waist, fingers digging in, pulling me flush against him.The car ride was silent except for my shallow breathing. I dared a glance at him, expecting that smirk, and got it—dark, dangerous, and full of promise.As soon as the door closed behind us, he slammed me against the wall of the private garage. His lips were on mine, hands roaming every inch of me. I moaned, caught between fear and desire.“Yo

The moment I stepped through the heavy double doors, I knew this wasn’t a regular party. The air hit me first—thick, humid, laced with perfume, sweat, and something darker, muskier. Low music pulsed through the walls, bass vibrating in my chest, but it wasn’t the kind of noise that drowned you. It was deliberate, steady, like a heartbeat pushing the atmosphere tighter around me.The lights were dim, golden, flickering from candles scattered across corners. No one was drunk and stumbling. No one was screaming over the music. Instead, they were watching. Touching. Testing each other.On the far couch, a man lounged back with his shirt undone, his fingers lazily circling the rim of his glass while a woman straddled his lap. She wasn’t shy, grinding down on him slow, her dress already hiked up past her thighs. Around them, others didn’t look away—they leaned forward, eyes heavy, like voyeurs hungry to join in.I froze for half a second, my pulse hammering, because it was different seeing

They didn’t give me a chance to recover. The woman dragged me onto the mattress, spreading my legs wide while two of the men loomed over me.“Hold her down,” one ordered, and instantly rough hands pinned my wrists to the bed.The first man climbed between my thighs, his cock thick and angry red, brushing against my swollen folds. He didn’t waste time—he shoved inside me in one brutal thrust that made me cry out. The sting melted into raw heat, my walls stretching to take every inch.“Fuck—she’s so tight,” he groaned, pumping into me hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall.Before I could even adjust, another man grabbed my chin, shoving his cock against my lips. “Open,” he growled. When I hesitated, his fingers dug into my jaw until my mouth fell open, and he slid in deep, hitting the back of my throat with no mercy.I gagged, my moans muffled around his cock, while the one between my legs drove into me faster. My body was being rocked back and forth, every thrust push