90-DAYS WET의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

"Yo, Carter!"Joey’s voice was unmistakable…slurred, aggressive, and entirely too close. It was a jagged edge slicing through the private, illicit world they had constructed. Carter let out a ragged, tortured hiss. He couldn't stay. He couldn't move. Every instinct screamed at him to keep pushing, to lose himself in her, but the reality of the door…of his best friend, his brother from another mother, standing on the other side…was a tether pulling him back to earth.He withdrew, the wet, sliding sound agonizing, a vacuum of sensation that left them both shivering. He didn't give himself a second to recover. He scrambled off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floorboards. He was a mess…his skin flushed, his eyes wild, his boxers bunched and useless. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, his fingers clumsy, almost tearing the fabric as he hiked them up. He didn't even bother with the button, just kept them held up by the pressure of his belt, not fastening it. He lunged for the door

"I've committed a terrible sin." Claire whispered the prayer into the cold morning air as she stood before the heavy oak door of the Reverend Mother’s office. Her voice was thin, trembling, a fragile sound that vanished instantly into the shadowed hallway of the convent. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, the knuckles white, her fingers digging into the fabric of her habit. She felt a sickening, hot swirl of guilt in her stomach…the memory of last night, of the wet, rhythmic slapping, of Joan’s skin against hers, of the way her own voice had betrayed her…all of it came rushing back. It was a sin. A terrible, soul-damning sin. And yet, the most shameful, terrifying part was that when she closed her eyes, she didn't feel the need to repent. She felt the ghost of Joan’s fingers and the lingering, phantom ache of her own pleasure.She took a breath, trying to steady the frantic pounding of her heart. She was a nun. She was a bride of Christ. She had no business feeling th

"Fuck, yes... fuck, Daddy! Fuck me with that big dick!" The scream ripped out of my throat, raw, echoing off the cold tiles of the laundry room. I couldn't help it. My head was slammed down against the hard, vibrating surface of the dryer, my cheek pressed against the metal, but all I could feel was the massive, unrelenting weight of Kade behind me.My asshole was tingling, burning, stretched to the absolute limit by the sheer fullness of his cock.It felt like he was splitting me in two, reaching deep into my gut with every brutal, rhythmic shove of his hips.I was supposed to be the "soft" one. Jamie, the pretty uni student who liked his sweaters oversized and his hair perfectly tousled.But right now, pinned under Kade’s heavy, muscled frame, I was nothing but a hole for him to use. And God, I was a slut for it. "You like that, don't you?" Kade growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble against the back of my neck. He didn't wait for an answer.He never did. He just grabbed my h

The next morning, the alarm went off at 4:45. My body screamed in protest, every muscle stiff and aching from the previous day's ‘workout’. I dressed in the dark…shorts and a t-shirt…and crept down the stairs, the fabric of my boxers rubbing against the raw, sensitive skin of my entrance, a sharp reminder of Kade’s heavy hand.Kade was waiting in the kitchen, already dressed in gym gear that clung to his massive frame. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The way his eyes tracked me as I moved toward the garage was enough to make my stomach flip. He looked like a man who hadn't slept, or perhaps a man who had spent the night planning exactly how he was going to break me today.The drive to the gym was silent. The city was still asleep, the streets empty and grey. Kade drove with a focused intensity, his large hands steady on the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. Every time he shifted gears, his arm would brush against my knee, and a jolt

I woke up on the floor at the foot of Kade’s bed, my cheek pressed against the cold hardwood. My body didn't feel like mine anymore.. It felt like a map of pain and heavy, lingering heat. My knees were raw from crawling, my wrists were chafed from the leather cuffs they’d kept on me half the night, and my internal muscles were thrumming with a dull, rhythmic ache that never truly stopped.I tried to shift, but the weight of the steel leash..still clipped to my collar..clinked against the floorboards. It was a sound that had become the soundtrack to my life over the last forty-eight hours."Wake up, princess. Day three is starting, and you're already behind schedule."Kade’s voice was a low growl above me. I looked up, my vision blurry, to see him standing there in nothing but gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He looked refreshed, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the fact that he was systematically dismantling his brother-in-law. Beside him stood Brian and Ken, two walls