Todos os capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

The bathroom’s steam chokes the air, rosewater and sweat mingling as I straddle Caleb on the marble floor, his thick cock buried deep in my pussy, each roll of my hips grinding my clit against his pelvis. My torn sundress clings to my waist, breasts bare, cum from Ethan and Caleb still drying on my skin from our last round. Ethan stands above me, his tattooed hand fisting my hair, guiding my mouth onto his cock, the tip hitting my throat, making me gag. The reunion dinner’s chatter hums faintly downstairs, our family oblivious, but the locked door rattles Aunt Clara, her voice sharp, asking.“Lila, you okay in there?” The risk of her catching me fucking my cousins makes my pussy drip, soaking Caleb as I ride him.I pull off Ethan’s cock just enough to gasp.“I’m fine, Aunt Clara!” my voice shaky as Caleb spanks my ass, hard, the sting igniting my nerves. He grins, cruel and playful, his scarred hand delivering another slap, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. I clench around his co

Ethan and Caleb have me pinned. My back is arched over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide, ankles locked in Caleb’s scarred grip as he slams his cock into my pussy from above, each thrust so deep the headboard slams the wall. Ethan kneels over my face, knees pinning my shoulders, his thick cock fucking my throat in long, brutal strokes that leave spit dripping down my chin onto my bare tits. The house is quiet except for the wet slap of skin and my muffled moans; Aunt Clara’s room is two doors down, and the thought of her waking, hearing her nephews destroy their cousin, makes my pussy clench so hard Caleb groans.“Fuck, she’s tight tonight,” Caleb rasps, spreading my thighs wider, almost painfully, and driving in harder. His hips piston like he’s trying to split me open, balls slapping my ass with every punishing thrust. Ethan’s hand fists my hair, yanking my head back so his cock slides even deeper, cutting off my air until black spots dance in my vision. When he finally l

My name is Ivy.Tonight I’m half-naked on Knox’s tattoo table, shirt and bra shoved up to my neck, lying on my left side so he can start the huge blackwork piece that will crawl from under my breast, down my ribs, and over my hip bone. The shop is locked, lights low, just the buzz of the machine and the low throb of music in the background.Knox is six-three of pure inked muscle, sleeves of dark art, silver rings in his nipples you can see through his thin black tank, and a reputation for being a complete asshole unless you’re on his table. Then he’s worse.He snaps on fresh black gloves (that sound alone makes my thighs clench), dips the needle, and the first line bites into my skin right under my tit. It hurts like fire. It also shoots straight between my legs.“Still,” he growls, one big hand clamping over my hip to hold me in place. His thumb presses hard, possessive. The pain and the pressure melt together until I’m breathing too fast, nipples tight, pussy already soaked.Five mi

The second I step inside, Knox kills the lights and drags me straight to the hydraulic chair. No words. He spins it, shoves me face-down over the armrest, chest crushed into the padded seat, ass high. My wrists are yanked behind my back and locked into thick leather cuffs bolted to the chair’s frame. My ankles are kicked wide and strapped to the legs so I’m folded, split open, completely helpless.He rips my leggings down in one violent pull, panties included. Cold air hits my already-wet pussy and I whimper.“Lower back tonight,” he growls, voice pure gravel. “You move, I start the line over. You come without permission, I start the line over. Understood?”I nod frantically.The stencil slaps on, just above my ass, curving down to the top of my crack. The needle bites in and the pain is instant, bright, perfect. He starts shading thick, heavy black, and every vibration shoots straight to my clit.That’s when I feel him behind me: thick, bare, burning hot. He drags the head of his co

Tonight the shop is stripped bare.Only the tattoo table, one spotlight, and the low, filthy beat of music that feels like a heartbeat. Knox locks the door, turns the key twice, and looks at me like he’s starving.“Last session, Ivy. After tonight you’re mine for good.”He doesn’t wait for an answer..He rips my clothes off in one violent pull, spins me, and slams me face-down onto the table. My wrists are cuffed to the far corners, ankles kicked wide and locked to the legs so my ass is high, back arched, hip crease perfectly exposed for the final connecting lines. I’m trembling before the needle even touches me.He slaps the stencil on, the purple lines curling from my finished back piece, over my hip, and disappearing between my legs. Then he steps behind me.No gloves tonight. Just skin on skin.The needle bites into the crease where hip meets thigh, so close to my pussy the vibration makes me jerk and moan. At the exact same second he slams his bare cock into me so hard my whole b