Todos os capítulos de Dripping (short stories): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Thirst Trap lets out a low guttural groan as he releases down my throat. It seems I gave him the best service of his life because his legs began to spasm, and he looked spent. He slides out of my mouth, and his limp dick falls flat on his balls. He cups my cheeks, leans forward, and kisses the top of my head. It is no longer about need, but something deeper.My core starts to tighten again, and my inner walls clamp down on First Guy's amazing cock as he pounds me from behind. He lets out small grunts, and I can hear his heavy breathing. I'm slick with sweat, and my body is overloaded with so many sensations at once. His strokes deepen and become faster. He thrusts into me wildly as his breathing becomes heavier and his grunts increase. He's losing control. I can tell he's almost. I'm happy I drive him this wild. This thought alone breaks the deal for me, and my inner muscles begins its rhythmic contractions of pure pleasure. I scream as I come again. I don't know how many I'v

I hold him so tight against me, feeling his hard muscles pressing against me. I need the brick-solid body to ground me and make me believe I’m not imagining things. I inhale his masculine scent, letting it linger in my lungs before slowly exhaling it together with the tension clinging to me. I was so engrossed in the hug that I didn’t bother to check out his expression or if he was alone. He could be trying to end me for all I care. Afterall, I’m in the enemy territory.“Is everything alright?” I hear someone ask, and I reluctantly pull out of the hug. The warmth fades too quickly, and I feel the emptiness I don’t want to feel. My instincts should be geared towards survival, but here I am wishing to be in his arms forever. I think my brain is broken or something.“No. Nothing is alright,” I say a beat too quick. “Can somebody explain to me what the hell is going on?”“Oh, that,” Thirst Trap sighs. I have a feeling he doesn’t want to talk about it, but I nod at h

The orgasm hits me hard. Harder than I have ever experienced. That spontaneous session was even more fun than all the meticulously planned sessions that sometimes feel like an act. This was real. Passionate. Raw. It was a communication where no words were said, but we all understood each other.Thirst Trap lets out a guttural groan and rests his face against my back, panting. He is still deep inside me, joined together at the center in a way that feels sexy. We are both coming down from our high, but the sensations still linger. It feels like this is what we are meant to be. It is like we have known each other forever.First Guy threads his fingers through my hair, sweeping it to the side so he can see my face. I glance up to look at him, and he has a bright smile. A smile that makes my knees weak. If you think he was handsome before, now he can rival those models in magazines.“Good girl,” he praises, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my lips.

First Guy holds my shaking body tightly against his solid chest, offering me the comfort and grounding I need. The climax was so intense that I’m still shaking minutes later. He brushes my hair off my sweaty skin, tucking it behind my neck. It is so hot. I feel like someone boiled my blood or turned the room into a furnace. Either way, my breathing sounds like I just ran a marathon.“You good?” he whispers, rubbing his thumb against my cheek gently.I give the gentlest of nods, because I can’t form words yet, and tilt my head slightly to look at him. My heart skips a beat when I see the overflowing gentleness in his eyes. For a second, I think I’m dreaming because this can’t be the guy feared by the entire world. That expression is something I have never imagined. I’m having trouble reconciling that fact.Thirst Trap straightens my legs for me and then massages them in a soothing motion, easing my shaking. They feel like

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. All I remember is the powerful hands worshipping every inch of me. And no, I don’t mean the insides of me. The session was mostly the outsides, but it felt as heavenly as when I had that cock or that tongue pleasuring me. When I think I’ve had the best of pleasure, they keep surprising me with new things.For example, how gently they gave me a massage. I don’t know where they got that experience from, and I’d rather not think about it because that leaves a twinge in my chest. Something suspiciously close to jealousy. And I’m not even a jealous woman, but I can’t stand the thought that they have done something similar to the women who came before me. No. I want all this goodness to be only mine. Selfish, I know, but girl, you can’t blame me. They are too good to share. Such a weird statement considering they are sharing me, but we will not talk about that part.They touched me with so mu