Raw & Ruined: Short Erotic Sins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Morgan's half-smile widened into something predatory, his hazel eyes darkening as they raked over Audrey. She stood rooted, clutching his phone like a lifeline, the humid air thick between them. The locker room felt smaller now, walls closing in with the drip-drip of a distant shower and the faint echo of her own ragged breaths. His naked body gleamed under the lights—every inch on display, unashamed. That cock of his twitched slightly, thickening just from her stare, rising halfway as blood rushed south. It was mesmerizing: at least eight inches already, veined shaft curving upward, the bulbous head swelling, foreskin pulling back to reveal glistening precum beading at the slit."You gonna stand there all night, Aud?" His voice was gravelly, stepping closer—close enough she could smell the soap on his skin, feel the heat radiating off him. No towel. No shame. One big hand reached out, fingers wrapping around her wrist, gentle but firm, tugging her forward. The phone clattered to the b

Chapter 1: The MatchElla Ramirez leaned against the counter at Brew Haven, the late Tuesday afternoon lull dragging like molasses. Rain streaked the Portland café's large windows, turning the gray sidewalk into a blurry watercolor. At 19, juggling community college graphic design classes and barista gigs, Ella thrived on these quiet moments—sketching customers or scrolling her phone for inspiration. Today, though, boredom won. She pulled up SparkMatch, the addictive new dating app hyped on her For You page. "Real connections, real sparks," the tagline teased. The screen lit up with a new SparkMatch notification.New match: Jax.She opened the app before she could talk herself out of it.His profile picture loaded first — a gym mirror selfie, black tank top stretched tight over his chest, sweat making the fabric cling to every ridge of his abs. Dark hair messy and damp, hazel eyes looking straight at the camera with that easy, cocky half-smile that said he knew exactly how good he lo

I spent all of Saturday in a haze of nerves and excitement.The coffee date with Jax was set for 7 p.m. — a little café downtown called Perk Up, cute and casual, like our chats started. I showered twice, shaved everything smooth, rubbed in that vanilla lotion that made my skin glow. Chose the black lace bra and thong set I’d bought last week, topped with a simple sundress that hugged my curves and showed just enough leg. Makeup light — mascara, lip gloss, a touch of blush to hide how flushed I already was thinking about him.By 6:45 I was at the café, heart slamming against my ribs. The place was cozy — wooden tables, string lights, the smell of fresh grounds and pastries. I grabbed a corner booth, ordered my black with oat milk, and scrolled my phone to calm down.At 7 on the dot, the door chimed.Jax walked in.He was even hotter in person — 6'2", broad shoulders filling out a gray t-shirt, jeans hugging his thighs, that half-smile from his profile pics turning full when he spotted

Taylor adjusted the top button of her white blouse one last time in the elevator mirror. It was already undone enough — the lace edge of her black bra just peeking out when she leaned forward — but she wanted it perfect. The skirt was short but professional: charcoal gray, hugging her hips, ending mid-thigh. No stockings. Just smooth legs and black heels that made her calves look incredible. She’d chosen the outfit carefully. Not slutty. Just... noticeable.The elevator dinged on the 28th floor. Kane Innovations. The company’s name gleamed in brushed steel above the reception desk. She stepped out, chin up, heart beating fast but steady. This internship wasn’t just about the resume line — it was about him.Elias Kane.Forty-eight. CEO. Silver at the temples, sharp jaw, always in tailored suits that made him look like he owned the room before he even spoke. She’d first seen him at a campus career fair six months ago — standing at the back of his company’s booth, arms crossed, watching

Noah had always known Mia and Lila were dangerous together.Not in a bad way — never in a bad way. Just… the kind of dangerous that made his stomach flip every time they were in the same room. Mia with her loud laugh and sharp tongue, Lila with her quiet smiles and the way her eyes lingered a second too long on everything she liked. They’d been his best friends since middle school — the three of them against the world. Sleepovers turned into all-nighters, secrets turned into inside jokes, and somewhere along the way, the jokes about “Noah’s our boyfriend” stopped feeling like jokes.Tonight the parents were gone for the weekend — some couples’ retreat upstate. The house was theirs. No rules. No curfew. Just pizza boxes on the coffee table, a half-empty bottle of rosé, and the three of them sprawled across the sectional in the living room.Mia was in the middle — legs thrown over Noah’s lap, head resting on Lila’s shoulder. She wore tiny sleep shorts and one of Noah’s old basketball je