Todos los capítulos de DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I couldn’t move.My legs were shaking, my body limp, my pussy dripping from everything he’d left inside me. And yet… he was still staring at me like I was something unfinished.Like he hadn’t broken me enough.He pulled out slowly, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he watched the mess between my thighs.“Look at that,” he muttered. “My cum leaking out of your sweet little cunt.”I flinched, embarrassed. My face burned hot.He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, forcing me to lie on my back naked, wrecked, legs spread and twitching.Then he dropped to his knees.I froze. “W-what are you. . .?”“Did I say you could talk?”His voice was low. Deadly. But his eyes… they burned. He grabbed my thighs, dragged my ass to the edge of the bed, and bent over me.His tongue touched me.I gasped head jerking back as his mouth sealed over my pussy and started to suck.He licked up his own cum, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His tongue moved in slow, wicked circles, teas

One second I was lying in the middle of his bed, naked, dazed, still sore from everything he did to me last night. The next, I felt the cold touch of leather snapping tight around my wrist.“What the hell?” I gasped, trying to sit up, but he shoved me back down with one hand, strong and firm against my chest.“I’m not asking tonight,” he said lowly. “I’m taking.”My heart slammed in my chest. His voice was darker than usual like something in him had snapped. My other wrist was strapped down before I could blink. Then my ankles, spread wide. I was fully exposed. Helpless.“You wanted to act like a brat this morning,” he muttered, pulling something from a drawer beside the bed. “So now I’m going to remind you who you belong to.”He climbed up between my thighs and dropped a small silver wand onto my stomach. It buzzed to life with a flick of his thumb, the sound already making my breath hitch.“Please—wait!”“Shhh,” he said, dragging it down my skin, between my breasts, over my belly, r

He didn’t give me a second to recover.Still buried deep inside me, he shifted his weight, pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and started moving again slow, brutal thrusts that made my eyes roll back.“F-fuck. . .” I gasped, hands scrambling for something to hold on to.His palm wrapped around my throat.“I said round two,” he growled into my mouth. “I meant I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.He was in deep hitting that spot that made me cry out, over and over. The pressure in my belly coiled tight again, even though I swore I had nothing left to give.Slap. Slap. Slap.His hips clapped against my ass, harder now, desperate and rough. The couch creaked beneath us, but it didn’t matter we weren’t stopping. Not until he was done. Not until I was broken for him.“Say it,” he commanded, his grip on my throat tightening just enough. “Say you love being fucked like this.”My voice broke. “I—I love it—God, I love it. . .”“Say you love b

The apartment was quiet, the city hum muted behind the thick curtains. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when I felt it a sudden, heat-soaked tension that made my pulse thrum in a way that had nothing to do with caffeine.The knock at the door made me jump, heart already racing. I opened it to see him standing there, casual, almost annoyingly calm, but I could see it in his eyes—the hunger, the unspoken promise. I didn’t even remember inviting him over, but somehow I didn’t care.Before I could think, he was inside, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him. His hand brushed mine as he moved past, and that small contact sent a shiver straight down my spine.“Sit,” he said, his voice low, teasing. And I did, though my body was already aching in anticipation.He didn’t rush. He never did. He let the tension build, the air thick with something dangerous and thrilling. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers traced my arm, then my neck. My breath hitched

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, but this time there was no softness, no slow teasing—just raw, urgent need. His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and I gasped at the sudden roughness, the way he claimed control without a word.His lips attacked mine immediately, pressing hard, demanding, and I moaned, pushing into him, feeling the sharp edge of his hunger. My back arched off the bed instinctively as his hands roamed over me, rougher this time, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts with a force that made me shiver. Every stroke, every touch, was sharper, more insistent, and I couldn’t get enough.He shifted, sliding inside me with one long, deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, legs wrapping instinctively around him, trying to pull him closer, needing every inch. He didn’t let me move much, instead holding me down, driving into me with a rhythm that was merciless, urgent, and perfect. My nails dug into his back as he slammed in