Todos os capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Mom was asleep upstairs, the house dark and quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.I couldn’t sleep—my body still ached from the basement, pussy sore and swollen, but the ache was the good kind. The kind that made me wet just remembering how hard Alex had fucked me.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Alex.Kitchen. Now.I’m thirsty.I was downstairs in seconds, barefoot in just a tiny silk nightie that barely covered my ass, nipples already hard against the cool fabric.The kitchen was lit only by the under-cabinet lights, soft gold glow over the marble island.Alex was leaning against the counter in nothing but boxer briefs, cock straining against the thin cotton, eyes locked on me like a predator.He didn’t speak.He just crooked a finger.I walked straight to him.The second I was in reach he grabbed my waist, spun me, and lifted me onto the cold marble island like I weighed nothing.My nightie rode up instantly, exposing my bare pussy to the chill.He stepped between my sprea

The estate is quiet.Everyone’s gone for the bachelor party except me and Victor my soon-to-be father-in-law.I’m in the study looking for the seating chart when he walks in, closing the door with a soft click that feels final.He’s in a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, top buttons open, showing salt-and-pepper chest hair.Slacks hugging thick thighs and an obvious bulge.“You shouldn’t be alone the night before your wedding, Lila,” he says, voice low, dangerous.His eyes rake over my body in the tight white rehearsal dress short, low-cut, clinging to every curve.I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already crossing the room.He grabs my waist, spins me, and bends me over the mahogany desk in one brutal motion.My palms slap the wood; my dress rides up, exposing lace panties.He doesn’t ask.He yanks them down to my knees, spreads my ass cheeks with rough hands, and growls at the sight of my already-soaked pussy.“Been waiting to taste my son’s bride,” he rasps.Then his mouth is

Victor doesn’t carry me this time.He grabs my wrist and drags me up the stairs, my bare feet stumbling on the carpet, cum still leaking down my thighs from the wine cellar wreckage.We reach the master bedroom—his bedroom—the one he shared with his late wife, the one where my fiancé was conceived.The door slams shut behind us.The room is huge: king bed with dark silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark estate, moonlight pouring in.Victor shoves me toward the bed.“On your back,” he orders. “Legs spread. Show Daddy what’s his tonight.I scramble onto the silk, lie back, and open my thighs wide.My pussy is swollen, red, dripping with his cum and my juices, lips puffy and glistening.He stands at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock slow, eyes locked on my exposed hole.“Look at that greedy little cunt,” he growls. “Leaking Daddy’s cum like a proper slut.”“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, fingers sliding down to spread myself open for him. “It’s all yours. Fuck me again.

The mall was a madhouse. Saturday afternoon, every store packed shoulder-to-shoulder, music thumping from speakers, the smell of pretzels and perfume mixing in the air. Mia, 21, tight body poured into a tiny crop top and a short black skirt that hugged her round ass like a second skin, had just spent the last hour browsing the trendy boutique on the second floor. No bra, no panties because the dare app on her phone had already started its games.“Buy something slutty. Try it on. Make sure someone sees everything.”She’d picked out a skimpy red dress backless, side slits up to the hip, zipper running the full length down the spine. Thin fabric that would cling to every curve. Perfect.Now, in the fitting area at the back of the store, she stepped into one of the curtained cubicles. The curtains didn’t even reach the floor—six inches of gap at the bottom, mirrors on three walls reflecting her from every angle. Outside, she could hear the constant chatter of shoppers, heels clicking on

Mia’s thighs were slick and trembling as she walked away from the escalator, the red dress plastered to her skin with sweat and cum. Jake’s latest load was still warm inside her, mixing with the first, leaking in thick streams down her legs with every step. The shiny trails caught the mall lights, drawing stares and whispers from shoppers on the third floor. Her nipples poked hard through the soaked fabric, face flushed, hair messy—she looked exactly like what she was: a well-used slut.Her phone buzzed in her hand.“Turn around. Back to the restrooms. Same stall. Now. I’m not done wrecking that cunt.”Heat flooded her again instantly. She obeyed without hesitation, turning on shaky legs and heading back toward the corridor they’d just left minutes ago. Jake was already waiting near the entrance to the men’s room, leaning casually against the wall like he owned the place. His eyes raked over her—taking in the ruined dress, the cum dripping freely down to her ankles—and a dark, hungry