Todos los capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I didn’t even lock the door when I got home.I wanted him to come in.My thighs were still sticky with his cum, my panties were gone, and my skin was flushed with the filth of everything we’d already done. I showered, but not all the way. I didn’t want to be clean.I wanted him to smell it.My husband was asleep in the guest room snoring softly with his work laptop still glowing beside him. He’d said he didn’t want to disturb me when he came in late.Perfect.I slipped into our marital bed in nothing but a silk robe, legs spread slightly, waiting. Wanting. Needing.And then, like he read my filthy little mind, the door creaked open.He didn’t say a word.He just stepped into the room, shut the door behind him, and locked it.I sat up slowly, heart racing. “He’s asleep,” I whispered.“I know,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.My eyes dropped to his body hard lines, tense arms, that thick cock already swelling in his pants.“You waited for me?” he asked, coming closer.“I’ve be

The moment the door closed behind us, he shoved me against it.Hard.His mouth crashed into mine, all teeth and tongue, no hesitation, no “are you sure?” bullshit. I didn’t want sweet. I didn’t come to this hotel for slow kisses or careful hands. I came for exactly this his hands yanking up my dress, his fingers already sliding under my panties.“I don’t do names,” he said against my neck, his voice thick and breath hot.“I don’t care,” I breathed. “Just fuck me.”He growled an actual growl and spun me around to face the door. His hand stayed firm at the back of my neck, holding me in place as his other shoved my panties down. I barely had time to brace my palms on the cool wood before his fingers slipped between my thighs, checking how ready I was.“Already soaked,” he muttered. “Filthy little thing.”I didn’t answer.I didn’t need to.My legs were already trembling from anticipation. I pushed my hips back, needy, impatient, and he chuckled low in his throat. “You want it that bad?”

My knees were red from the carpet, jaw sore, and throat burning but I didn’t care.He slapped his cock against my face, the wet sound echoing through the room as he smeared the mix of my spit and his cum over my lips."Open your mouth wider," he growled.I obeyed instantly. My lips parted, tongue out, ready. He shoved himself deep, pushing past my resistance and hitting the back of my throat like he owned it.I gagged—loud, messy.He held my head still. "Take it. Every inch."My eyes watered, spit dripping from my chin as he used my mouth like a toy. He didn’t thrust gently—he fucked my face. Fast. Cruel. Relentless.I could barely breathe, but the wetness between my legs told another story. My pussy pulsed with every choke, soaking the inside of my thighs.He pulled out just long enough for me to cough and gasp, then slapped his cock across my face again.“You like being used like this?” he asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back.“Yes,” I croaked. “Please don’t

I should’ve known better than to walk through the house wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and lace panties.But I didn’t expect them to be watching me.It was past midnight. I thought they were all asleep. The house was dark, the air still, the TV humming quietly in the living room.I just wanted water.And maybe… maybe I wanted to be seen.My nipples were hard under the thin white fabric. My ass was basically hanging out. I was soaked between my thighs for no damn reason other than the fact that living in a house with three grown men was doing something to me.My stepbrother Jaxon had invited me to stay after my breakup, saying it was “safer here.” But nothing about this place was safe — not the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, not the smirk Mason gave me every time I bent over, and definitely not the cold, unreadable stare Reid held whenever I passed by.They were older. Bigger. Darker.And tonight… they were awake.I made it to the kitchen and opened

The ropes burned against my wrists.I was still blindfolded, my body sore, cum leaking from both holes, every muscle aching.I thought maybe they were done. Maybe they’d let me breathe.I was wrong.Hands gripped my ankles. My body was flipped face-down. My cheek pressed to the mattress, arms still bound above my head, legs forced wide.I heard Mason’s voice behind me deep, dangerous, dripping with filth.“Look at her. Ass red, pussy stretched, and she still fucking wants more.”I did.God, I did.I was dizzy with it the shame, the heat, the need to be used again. I could barely speak, but I didn’t have to.Because the moment my ass lifted, Jaxon growled and slammed into me from behind, burying his cock deep into my messy, swollen pussy.I screamed into the sheets.His hands gripped my hips so hard it hurt. He pulled me back onto his cock with every savage thrust, fucking me like an animal, like he didn’t care if I broke.Then came the first slap.Reid’s palm smacked across my ass har