Todos os capítulos de SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I couldn’t feel my legs.He was still buried inside me, cock pulsing deep in my soaked pussy, and I was leaning against the wall, gasping like I’d just survived a war.But I hadn’t.He wasn’t done.“Stay just like that,” he said, voice low and dangerous, his breath brushing the back of my neck.“I want to see how much more you can take.”I whimpered part fear, part hunger.I was already a mess inside and out. Cum dripping down my thighs, rain plastering my hair to my skin. My dress bunched up around my waist, exposing everything.And still, my body wanted more.He pulled out slowly thick, wet, obscene and I moaned at the loss.Then I felt it.His fingers.Sliding back down between my legs, smearing the cum that leaked from me. He rubbed it in, circling my clit lazily while I tried not to collapse.“Your pussy’s stretched and ruined already,” he muttered. “But this?”His fingers slid lower down, further until he was brushing the tight little hole between my cheeks.“This is untouched.”

That was all I needed.I walked into the hotel like I’d done it a thousand times. Like I wasn’t already soaking through the thin fabric of my dress. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I rode the elevator up, heart pounding like a damn drum. I’d never seen his face. Just his voice. His filthy, commanding voice over the phone.The moment the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, I knew there was no turning back. Room 708 waited at the end of the hallway. My legs felt like jelly as I approached, every inch of my body tingling with anticipation. I raised my hand, but before I could knock, the door swung open.He stood there—tall, sharp-jawed, and dangerous.Dark eyes dragged over my body slowly, like he was stripping me bare with his gaze alone. "You followed instructions?" he asked, voice low and rough.I nodded."Prove it."My breath caught in my throat.His hand gripped my waist, yanked me in like he owned me, and the door slammed shut behind me. He pressed me against the

I must’ve passed out.My arms were still tied to the headboard, my legs spread wide, body sore and soaked his cum sticky between my thighs, my skin flushed and trembling.And then I felt it.Warm breath between my legs.Soft kisses along my inner thighs.And his voice, low and filthy.“Rise and shine, sweetheart. Time to wake up.”I barely opened my eyes before his tongue dragged up my slit, slow and wet, tasting me tasting himself like it was his morning coffee.“Oh my god…” I moaned, hips jerking.“Don’t move,” he murmured against my pussy. “I’ll handle everything.”His hands slid beneath my ass, lifting my hips as his tongue worked its way deeper lapping at my entrance, sucking on my swollen clit, pushing inside me like he wanted to drink every last drop of last night’s mess.“Fuck,” I whimpered, still half-asleep, “you’re gonna kill me…”“Not yet,” he said, smiling against my pussy. “But you’re gonna beg me to.”He sucked harder, tongue flicking fast now, fingers digging into my h

I walked into the kitchen at midnight wearing nothing but my tiny shorts and a tight tank. I wasn’t expecting him to be there.But there he was.Mr. Carter.Sitting at the counter, shirtless, tattoos on full display, sipping whiskey like he owned the night. His eyes dropped to my chest the moment I stepped in. He didn’t even try to hide it."You always walk around like that when Zoey’s asleep?" he asked, voice deep and slow.I leaned on the counter, not caring that my nipples were poking through the fabric. "Only when I want to be noticed."His jaw tightened. His eyes stayed locked on my body."You're playing with fire, sweetheart.""Maybe I want to get burned."He stood up, towering over me. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. My breath hitched when he reached out, hooked a finger under my tank, and pulled it down just enough to expose my left nipple."You know what you're asking for?" he murmured.I nodded, heart racing. "I want it."He didn’t waste ti

It started with a text."Get dressed. We're going for a drive. Alone."I didn’t hesitate.Slipped into a tiny dress no bra, no panties and met him outside like a good little slut. Zoey was still asleep. The sun barely up.Mr. Carter didn’t say a word when I climbed into his truck. Just gave me a look—dark, unreadable—and drove.Ten minutes in, he pulled off the road, tires crunching gravel as we rolled into some quiet, wooded spot. Then he cut the engine.Silence.Tension.I was wet already.“Backseat. Now.”I climbed over instantly, heart racing, thighs already pressed tight together. He followed, slamming the door shut behind him.“You really came out here with no panties?” he asked, lifting my dress and exposing my soaked pussy. “Slut.”I whimpered. “I knew you’d want me.”“I always want you.”And just like that, he pulled me down flat onto the seat, spread my legs wide, and dove in—tongue dragging up my slit, lips wrapping around my clit like he was starved.I screamed—his hand cl