All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

  And that's exactly what he does. For what feels like hours—though it's probably only thirty minutes—he works my body expertly. Fingers, tongue, the edge of his teeth. He learns every spot that makes me gasp, every pressure point that makes me moan. He brings me to the edge five, six, seven times, and each time, just as I'm about to tip over, he stops. I'm sobbing by the fourth edge, begging shamelessly. "Please, Sir, please let me cum. I'll do anything. Anything. Please—" "Anything?" he asks, and I feel him shift on the bed. "Yes. Anything. Just please—" "Then take my cock down your throat while you're tied like this. Let me fuck your face until I cum. And maybe—maybe—I'll let you finish after." I feel him straddle my chest, feel the heat of his cock near my face, and open my

"You came," he said, and I heard genuine surprise beneath the approval in his voice."Did you think I wouldn't?""Honestly?" A slow smile spread across his face. "Part of me thought you'd chicken out. That you'd realize how insane this is and bail. Would've respected that, by the way.""I don't chicken out," I said, stepping inside. The house was quieter than usual—I could hear voices from deeper inside, but no music, no chaos. "And I don't bail on challenges.""Good to know." He closed the door and locked it—a deliberate sound that made everything feel suddenly very real. "The guys are in the main room. But first—" He gestured toward what I recognized as his private bedroom off the main hallway. "—we need to go over some final things."I followed him in, and he closed the door behind us. His room was surprisingly neat for a college guy—bed made, no clothes on the floor, smelled like his cologne mixed with clean laundry."Ground rules," he said, pulling out his phone. "I know you gave

Brit's POVTen down, ten to go. My pussy was sore, my jaw ached, and I had cum on pretty much every part of my body. Streaks of it dried sticky on my thighs, my stomach, my tits—one guy had pulled out and painted my neck like I was his personal canvas. My hair was a tangled mess, strands glued together in places, and every time I moved, I could smell the sharp, musky mix of sweat, latex, and semen clinging to my skin. My lips felt swollen from all the cocks I’d sucked, my throat raw from taking them deep. My nipples were tender from constant pinching and sucking, and my ass still throbbed faintly from that one careful anal turn.And I’d never been more turned on in my life.This was exactly the kind of depraved shit I’d been craving for years—pushing my body past what I thought it could handle, surrendering to pure, animal want while twenty guys watched me unravel and still begged for more. Every muscle screamed for rest, but my clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat, demanding atte

Clean(ish), boneless, I let Jake wrap me in a towel and carry me back to the main room. The final five were waiting.Seventeen wanted me on my knees, face-fucking me while I jerked two others. I took him deep, gagging, drool running down my chin, while my hands worked the others. They came fast—one on my face, one across my chest. Seventeen finished in my throat.Eighteen bent me over the couch again, fucked me hard from behind, spanking my ass until it burned red. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, begging for more. He came inside the condom, pulled out, and slapped my ass one last time—sharp, stinging, perfect.Nineteen was slow, almost tender. Missionary on the blankets, legs wrapped around him, kissing deep while he rocked into me. I came softly this time, shuddering, clinging to him. He whispered “You’re incredible” as he finished.And then—number twenty.He was the last one, the quietest, a senior named Ethan. Tall, dark eyes, cock thick and long. He didn’t rush. He knelt betw

Saturday came fast.The house smelled different this time—cleaner, like they’d scrubbed every surface, lit candles that smelled faintly of cedar and sex. The main room was transformed again: blankets and pillows in the center, but now ringed with three tripods holding actual cameras (one wide, two for close-ups), soft ring lights casting golden glows on my skin. A small monitor sat off to the side so I could see what was being captured. Someone had even run extension cords for extra outlets—professional as fuck for a bunch of frat guys.Twenty brothers waited, naked or nearly, cocks already hard, stroking slowly. They looked at me like I was their religion.Jake kissed me first—deep, possessive, tongue claiming every inch of my mouth while his hand cupped my pussy through the tiny black thong I’d worn just for the tease.“Ready to make history twice?” he murmured.I bit his lip. “Ready to make you watch me get wrecked and then fuck me like I’m yours.”He growled, spun me around, slapp