บททั้งหมดของ NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 3The train’s narrow hallway sways gently beneath me as I press my palms against the cool metal wall, steadying myself. My legs still tremble, not from the motion, but from the way he left me: raw, used, dripping. The sticky warmth between my thighs reminds me of every brutal thrust, every degrading word that made my pussy clench around his cock. I shouldn’t still be this wet. I shouldn’t like that I am.I duck into the tiny bathroom at the end of the car, the lock clicking shut behind me. The mirror above the sink is fogged from the last passenger’s shower, but I swipe my forearm across it, revealing my reflection in streaks. My mascara’s smudged just enough to look intentional, my lips swollen from biting down on my own screams. The hickies blooming along my collarbone are darker than I expected, Daddy really marked me up. A slow, filthy pride curls in my gut. Good. Let them see.I turn sideways, hiking up the tattered remains of my skirt. The fabric clings to my thighs,

Chapter 5 My thighs stick together, slick with his cum and my own arousal, my panties tangled around one ankle like a discarded thought. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, but I don’t have time to savor it. Not when Jennie’s deal is still dangling over my head like a noose, not when the conductor’s compartment is just a few steps away, the only place left to duck, to end this.I don’t knock.The door swings open under my palm and The conductor Mr Mads, I think his name is, though I’ve never bothered to learn it properly, is hunched over a flickering screen, the glow casting sharp angles across his face. His uniform is crisp, buttons done up to his throat. He doesn’t look up at first, too absorbed in whatever log he’s scowling at, but the second I step inside, the air shifts. “What the fuck?” His head snaps up, eyes narrowing. They rake over me, lingering on the hickies blooming like bruises along my collarbone, the way my blouse is half-unbuttoned, my skirt still hitched up fr

Chapter 2The door clicks shut behind him, and my breath catches in my throat. James stands there, his chest still glistening with sweat, his cock half-hard and slick with my mother’s arousal, the scent of sex thick in the air between us. His eyes are dark, unreadable, they lock onto mine, and I can’t move. My fingers are still wet from touching myself, my panties soaked, my body humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm I just had while watching him fuck my mother like an animal.He doesn’t say anything at first. Just steps closer, his bare feet silent against the hardwood floor. My heart hammers so loud I’m sure he can hear it. His cock twitches, thickening as he watches me, and I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I should be terrified. I am terrified. But there’s something else, too, something hot and shameful curling low in my belly.“Did you enjoy the show, little girl?” His voice is rough, a low growl that makes my nipples tighten under my thin sleep shirt. He reaches out,

Chapter 4I’m still in my silk robe, the one that clings just a little too tightly to my hips, the fabric cool against my skin. My coffee sits untouched on the desk, steam curling into the air, forgotten the second I hear the front door click shut.I know that sound. The way the lock turns with deliberate slowness. My stomach tightens, my fingers freezing over the keyboard where I’d been pretending to work. James.My pulse spikes, my breath shallowing as I press my thighs together. The memory of last night burns under my skin, how I’d watched them through the crack in the door, how I’d touched myself while Karen rode his cock, her nails digging into his shoulders, her moans filling the room. How I had come, biting my lip to stay silent, my fingers slick with my own arousal and how he came to watch me too.I should’ve known he’d find out.He steps inside, filling the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the frame. He’s still in his suit from work, It’s dark gray, tailored to

Chapter 6James’s PovShe’s so tight, her pussy gripping me like a vise, her walls fluttering around me. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her, the sound wet, obscene. Every thrust makes the plug shift inside her, and she whines, her fingers digging into her calves.“Quiet,” I snap, my hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back. “Or I’ll stop.”She bites her lip, her body trembling, her pussy dripping around me. I can feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.“You don’t come until I say so,” I remind her, my voice a low growl. “Understand?”“Y-yes, Daddy,” she sobs, her body betraying her, her hips rocking back against me.I slap her ass, the sound echoing in the room. “Good girl.”I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, cruel circles. She whimpers, her body arching, her pussy clenching around me.“Please,” she begs, her voice broken. “Daddy, please!”“Not yet.”I pull out abruptly, leaving her empty