Todos os capítulos de Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection): Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

Chapter 4His tongue traced the seam of my shorts, hot and insistent. I held him there, controlling the pressure, making him work for it. When I finally pulled the fabric aside, his mouth was on me instantly, no teasing, no hesitation, just raw hunger. He ate me like he was starving, his tongue fucking my hole, his lips sucking my clit, his nose pressed against me as he breathed me in and I rode his face, grinding against him, my hands fisted in his hair, my hips rolling in a rhythm that made his whole body strain."Harder," I gasped. "Make me come on your face."He responded with a groan, his tongue moving faster, deeper, his fingers digging into my ass as he pulled me closer. The pressure built, sharp and intense, until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing against his mouth. I held him there through it, forcing him to take everything, to swallow my release as I pulsed against his tongue.When I finally pushed him back, his face was slick with me, his eyes g

Chapter 6The three weeks that followed were a special kind of hell. Olympic trials in Colorado Springs meant altitude training, twelve-hour days on the ice, and Nate breathing down my neck about every triple axel that wasn't perfect. Meanwhile, Marcus was in the thick of the playoff push, his team was fighting for every point in the final stretch of the regular season. Our texts, once filled with sharp wit and filthy promises, dwindled to fragments. "Good luck today." "Crushed it." "Need sleep." Each message felt like throwing a stone into an ocean and watching the ripples disappear without ever reaching the other shore.I told myself it was for the best. Distance would reset whatever had gotten twisted between us. But every time I stepped onto the ice, every time the music started for my short program, I'd see his face in the crowd. Of course not really there, just a ghost of a memory, sometimes how he'd looked that last morning, shirtless in my bed, the scratches on his chest and

Chapter 2I trace the edge of the black card with my fingertip, the sharp corner pressing into my skin.The streetlight outside paints a stripe across the countertop, illuminating the embossed letters: "Come once. Leave different." Alex's hand covers mine, warm and steady."Let's go," I say, the words coming out clearer than I expected.Alex doesn't pull away. "Are you sure?"I meet their eyes in the dim light. "Nothing about us is sure anymore, is it?"Twenty minutes later, we're in Alex's car with the invite in my pocket. The address leads us to a nondescript building in the industrial district, no sign, just a single black door. A woman in a tailored suit checks our IDs and has us sign consent forms. It’s detailed, specific, covering every possible scenario. She explains the rules: verbal consent required for everything, safe words are absolute, no photography ever.The club inside surprises me. I expected chaos, but it's controlled. Low purple lighting, plush velvet couches and t

Chapter 4I scream around Alex's dick but the sound is muffled by his relentless mouth-fucking. He creates a rhythm, pounding into me from both ends, using my body like a toy."Look at her," one of the women says, her fingers busy between her legs. "Such a greedy little hole, taking all that cock."Another man approaches, his dick in his hand. "Her mouth's occupied, but her tits look lonely."He straddles my chest, his heavy balls resting on my sternum as he slides his cock between my breasts, squeezing them together around his shaft. Three cocks now, all using me, all claiming different parts of my body.Mira crouches in front of me, her face inches from mine. "You like this, don't you? Being used, being filled. Being nothing but holes for their pleasure."I can't answer, I can only moan as the sensations overwhelm me. Alex pulls out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air before slapping his cock across my face."Tell me you're a dirty slut," he demands."I'm a dirty slut," I choke out

Chapter 6He hesitates for only a second before his mouth drops open. I shove the thick head past his teeth, not stopping until I feel the back of his throat. He gags as his whole body convulses, making a choked sound that escapes around the silicone dick. I hold him with my hand fisted in his hair, my hips pressed against his face. I can feel his throat working, trying to accommodate the impossible size. Tears spring to his eyes, tracing clean paths down his cheeks."Take it," I growl, pulling back just enough to let him gasp for air before I slam back in. I set a brutal rhythm, fucking his mouth with no mercy, using his mouth like the cheap hole it is right now. Drool and his own desperate leaking pre-cum drips down his chin and onto his chest. The sounds are filthy, wet, choking sounds that make my own pussy throb in sympathy.After what feels like an eternity, I pull out completely watching as a thick string of saliva connects his swollen, red lips to the tip of the black cock.