Todos os capítulos de Raw & Ruined: Short Romantic Sins: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Nova had been simmering all damn day. School dragged on forever—boring lectures, that asshole in chem class staring at her chest like she was dessert—and every time she shifted in her seat, her thighs rubbed just right, reminding her how wet she'd gotten during lunch. Fantasies flickering: some faceless guy pinning her against the lockers, or maybe that cute barista from the coffee shop downtown with his tattooed arms and cocky grin. By the time she got home, her panties were soaked through, clinging uncomfortably. She kicked off her sneakers at the door, ignored the pile of homework on the kitchen table, and bolted upstairs. Shower. Now. She needed to come, bad.She slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her like a secret promise. The air was cool against her flushed skin as she twisted the knob—hot water blasting out, steam curling up fast, fogging the mirror in seconds. Perfect. No one home yet—Mom at work till late, Dad on that business trip. Just her, the water,

Nova lay on her bed for a long minute after the second orgasm — chest rising and falling fast, thighs still trembling, pussy fluttering with aftershocks. The vibe was still buzzing weakly between her legs where she’d let it slip, the dildo half-buried inside her, plug still nestled snug in her ass. Her skin was flushed pink from neck to thighs, sweat beading between her breasts, on her stomach, pooling in the dip of her navel. The room smelled like her — sweet musk, vanilla lotion, the faint metallic tang of her own arousal.She wasn’t done.Not even close.She reached for her phone again — screen still glowing with the porn video paused on the couple mid-thrust. She hit play — volume low but clear — the girl’s moans mixing with the wet slap of skin, the guy’s low “good girl, take it deeper.” Nova’s clit twitched just from the sound.She pulled the dildo out slow — feeling every ridge drag along her walls — then pushed it back in, deeper this time, twisting it so the curved head press

Emma's body was still quaking from that brutal orgasm, walls fluttering empty now as Alex's fingers slipped free, slick strings of her cream connecting them to her puffy lips. He brought them to his mouth slow, eyes burning into hers—dark, possessive—like she was his feast. Sucked them clean with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated straight to her core. "Fuck, Emma... you taste like sin," he rasped, voice gravel-rough, his cock—thick, veined monster, tip angry-red and weeping pre-cum—grinding insistent circles right at her entrance. Notching her, stretching her lips teasing, but not giving her the plunge she craved. Her hips bucked up desperate, clit throbbing raw from his thumb's torment, chasing that fat head.The massage table creaked under them, oil-slick sheets rumpled, candles flickering wild shadows on the spa walls. No words needed—they both knew this line was obliterated. His free hand mauled her heavy tits still, pinching a nipple hard enough to make her yelp, twisting till

The hospital at 2:17 a.m. felt like another planet. Riley wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, the usual chaos of the ER had finally bled out into silence. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the east wing corridor, dimmed to half-strength for night shift. Most of the bays were empty now; the last code blue had been called thirty minutes ago, and the patient was stable upstairs in ICU. The air still carried that sharp antiseptic bite mixed with the faint copper of blood that never quite washed away.Nurse Riley moved through the quiet like she owned it. She always did. Twenty-eight, five-foot-six in her sensible white sneakers, dark hair pulled into a messy bun that somehow looked deliberate. Her navy scrubs hugged her in all the places that made colleagues do double-takes, though she pretended not to notice. She noticed everything.Tonight she noticed Dr. Marcus more than usual.He’d been on call since six p.m., sleeves rolled to his elbows, white coat slung over the back of a chai

Marcus didn’t let her catch her breath for long.She was still bent over the exam table, thighs slick with their mixed cum, pussy still twitching from the way he’d filled her up. Her arms were jelly, barely holding her up. He stepped back just enough to look at the mess he’d made — her swollen lips puffy and glistening, his thick load slowly leaking out, dripping down the inside of her thigh in a slow, obscene trail.He groaned low in his throat, like the sight alone was enough to get him hard again. And it did. She could hear the wet sound of him stroking himself behind her, slow and deliberate, spreading their mess over his shaft.“Turn around,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “I want to see your face when I fuck you stupid again.”Riley pushed herself up on trembling arms, turned slowly. Her scrub top was still bunched under her tits, bra shoved down, nipples red and sensitive from his mouth earlier. Her pants were tangled around one ankle now — she’d kicked the other shoe off so