All Chapters of Naked Scripts (Erotica Collection): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 4AVAThe house was quiet that afternoon, the kind of quiet that felt heavy and full of possibility. Grant worked from his home office most days, the door half-open, the soft click of his keyboard drifting down the hallway like a steady heartbeat. Doris, his had been gone for years, even before I got adopted at nineteen and it was just us now—me home from college for the summer, him the calm, steady anchor he'd always been since he adopted me at nineteen.I walked down the hall in my tiny cotton shorts and cropped tank, barefoot, hair loose around my shoulders. My heart was already racing. I’d been thinking about this all morning how his hands felt on me last night, how his deep voice had whispered against my skin while he filled me up. I needed more. I needed him.I knocked softly on the doorframe and leaned in. "Hey… Grant?"He looked up from his computer, dark eyes softening the second they landed on me. "Hey, sweetheart. What's up?"I stepped inside, closing the door behin

HAUNTED HOUSE DARECHAPTER 1HILDAThe house smelled like dust. Very creepy shit. Midnight hit and there we were—six of us idiots crammed through the splintered front door, flashlights swinging like drunk fireflies, passing around the half-empty bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka that tasted like red candy.“Twenty bucks each if we chicken out,” Malik had said earlier, grinning like the devil himself. “But if we make it till dawn? Bragging rights forever.”I kept stealing looks at Jayden the whole walk over. He never looked back. Just walked ahead in that black hoodie that swallowed him whole, hands shoved deep in his pockets.We’d never really talked. Not once. Just those awkward group-project nods across the lecture hall. “Hey.” “Yeah.” “Pass the stapler.” That was our entire history.Inside, the foyer was massive and freezing. Floorboards groaned under our sneakers like they were pissed we showed up. Someone—probably Temi—screamed when a curtain moved.“It’s just wind, dumbass,”

CHAPTER 3HILDAMy legs still felt weak, shaky from how hard Jayden had taken me against the wall, from the way his cum was still warm and sticky between my thighs, trickling slow every time I moved. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop looking at him—his hoodie half-zipped, hair messy from my fingers, that dark look in his eyes that said he wasn’t finished ruining me yet.We didn’t speak much at first. We just moved together, silent and sure, like we’d done this a hundred times even though this was the first. He tugged dusty blankets off the spare beds down the hall—thick wool ones that smelled like old lavender and dragged them back to the master bedroom. I followed with armfuls of flattened pillows, the kind that had probably belonged to someone’s grandmother, soft and lumpy now. We spread everything out on the hardwood floor right under the big cracked stained-glass window, the one that painted long red streaks across the room whenever the moon hit it just right. The moonlight fell

CHAPTER 5HILDATwo days later the ache between my legs hadn’t faded at all.It had only gotten worse—deeper, hotter, like my body had decided Jayden’s cock was the only thing that could fix it. I spent forty-eight hours replaying every filthy second in that haunted house: the way he’d stretched me slow under red moonlight, the way he’d called me his slut while he filled me up again and again, the way his number stared back at me on my phone under that ridiculous contact name. The Ghost Who Fucked You Senseless. I’d laughed when I saw it. Now I was throbbing just reading it.So at eleven p.m. on the dot I stood outside his apartment door in nothing but his black hoodie, the one he’d left at my place after group project night months ago and a scrap of black lace that barely qualified as panties. No bra. No shoes. Just bare thighs, racing heart, and the kind of reckless want that made my skin burn.I knocked once.The door flew open so fast I barely registered his face before his hand s

CHAPTER 2He leaned forward, aiming his cock at my stomach and tits. With a deep, guttural moan he came hard, thick ropes of hot cum shooting across my skin in messy streaks. One spurt landed right on my clit, making me jolt. He kept stroking until every drop was out, then smeared the head of his cock through the mess, rubbing his cum into my skin like he was marking me.I lay there panting, body limp and glowing. Enzo pulled his shorts back up, then surprised me by grabbing a towel from his bed and gently wiping me clean. No words, just soft touches that felt way too intimate for a no-strings deal.He tossed the towel aside and flopped onto his own bed, only a foot away. “Night, Denis. Sweet dreams.”I stared at the ceiling, pussy still tingling, his cum scent faint in the air. This pact was supposed to be simple. But as I listened to his breathing even out into sleep, I already knew I was in so much trouble.“Enzo… wake up. I’m so fucking horny I can’t even think straight.”My whisp