NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 3The moment my knees hit the black silk, the air left my lungs in a sharp hiss. The fabric was cool beneath me, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between my thighs, the ache in my jaw from biting back moans, the sting of their fingers still ghosting over my skin. I didn’t have time to steady myself.Dravenyx’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my spine arched. My breath came in ragged gasps, my bare breasts heaving as the firelight flickered over the three of them, turning their shadows into something monstrous, something hungry.Zephryx stepped in front of me first, his thighs brushing my knees as he loomed over me. His free hand, still slick with my arousal, They traced the curve of my throat, his touch possessive, his nails scraping just enough to make me whimper. "Open," he commanded, voice a dark velvet growl. I parted my lips on instinct, but he didn’t feed me his cock. Not yet. Instead, he guided my mouth to the pulse point at his throat, pressin

Chapter 5His thumb presses against my asshole, the pressure relentless, and I feel the burn as he breaches me, just the tip of his thumb at first, then deeper, stretching me open. Zephryx’s fingers never stop moving inside my cunt, his tongue still lashing at my clit, and the dual sensations make my head spin.Dravenyx pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air, his cock glistening with my saliva. “You’re going to take both of them,” he says, his voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love it.” His hand wraps around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me who’s in control. Vaelor’s thumb pulls free, and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against me, insistent. “Breathe,” he orders, and then he shoves.The burn is white-hot, tearing, my body resisting even as my traitorous cunt clenches around Zephryx’s fingers. Vaelor doesn’t stop. He doesn’t care. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples above my ass as he forces himsel

Chapter 2The room still hums with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my breath coming in ragged little gasps as I lie sprawled on the medical bed, legs still spread in the stirrups. The cool air kisses my slick, swollen pussy, and I can feel how wet I am, how obscenely open, how exposed. Tyrone’s dark chuckle rumbles through the space between us, his gloved fingers glistening with my cum as he pulls them from his mouth with a slow, deliberate pop. His tongue flicks over his lower lip, savoring, and my traitorous body clenches at the sight.“Sweet,” he murmurs again, voice rough, like gravel under slow tires. His free hand,,still sheathed in latex, traces up my inner thigh, his touch warm against my overheated skin. “But we ain’t done yet, princess.” His fingers drift higher, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, and I whimper, oversensitive, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me. Tyrone’s smirk sharpens, all teeth and dark intent. “Good girl.” He turns, the lat

Chapter 4I line myself up and slam inside her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She screams, her back arching, her bound wrists straining against the cuffs. The bed creaks under the force, the stirrups rattling. I don’t stop. I don’t care. I pull back and drive into her again, harder this time, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene.“Fuck!” she sobs, her nails digging into her palms, her body taking every inch whether she’s ready or not.She’s not.I can feel it, the way her cunt clenches around me, tight and resisting at first, then melting, her walls fluttering as she adjusts. The piercing drags against my cock with every thrust, the little gems scraping along my shaft, the sensation so fucking intense I see stars. I groan, my grip on her hip turning punishing, my fingers sinking into her flesh.“You feel that?” I grind out, my voice guttural. “That’s me inside you. That’s me stretching you open, making you take it. You’re mine, Sunny. Say it

Chapter 2My lips hover just above her, the heat of her pussy radiating against my face like a fucking furnace. She smells musky, sweet and so fucking wrong, It fills my nose, and my stomach twists with something dark and ugly. My fingers dig into the mattress, knuckles white, because if I don’t anchor myself, I’m gonna wrap them around her throat instead. She wants this? Fine. She’s gonna fucking get it.I exhale through my nose, the breath rough against her damp shorts, and then I drag my tongue up the center of her in one slow, deliberate stroke. The fabric’s already soaked through, clinging to her lips, and the taste of her seeps into my mouth, salt and heat and something so fucking Amara it makes my teeth ache. Her breath hitches, her thighs tensing around my shoulders, but I don’t let her settle. I grip the waistband of her shorts with my teeth and yank, the sound of fabric tearing loud in the quiet room. She gasps, but I don’t stop, not until the scrap of cotton is shoved a