บททั้งหมดของ Raw & Ruined: Short Erotic Sins: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

He didn’t move for maybe a minute. Just lay there sprawled out, chest still heaving, cum cooling in sticky ropes across his abs and chest. One thick line had landed high, almost reaching his left nipple—white against dark skin, glistening under the faint glow from the streetlight sneaking through the blinds. His cock rested heavy against his thigh now, soft but not completely spent, still twitching every few seconds like it was reminding him it wasn’t finished talking shit yet.The room smelled different already. That clean post-shower soap scent was gone, buried under the sharp, musky tang of sweat and semen. His own smell—raw, filthy, unapologetic. He inhaled deep through his nose and felt another lazy pulse low in his groin. Fuck. Still hardwired. Still hungry.He dragged two fingers through the mess on his stomach, scooping up a warm glob of his own cum. Held it up for a second—watched it stretch between his fingertips in the dim light—then brought it to his mouth. Slow. Deliberat

She lay back on the rumpled sheets, legs still spread wide, pussy glistening from his tongue and fingers. Her chest rose and fell heavy, dark nipples tight and shiny with sweat. The room smelled thick—sex, vanilla, her sweet musk clinging to everything. He knelt between her thighs, lips swollen, chin dripping, cock so hard it hurt, throbbing against his shorts like it had its own heartbeat.She reached down, hooked two fingers in his waistband and yanked the shorts down hard. His dick sprang free—thick, veiny, dark shaft flushed almost purple at the head, pre-cum already stringing from the slit down to his balls. She licked her lips slow, eyes locked on it.“Look at this fat cock,” she murmured, voice low and rough. “Been watching me cum and you’re still this hard? Nasty boy.”He groaned—deep, desperate. She wrapped her hand around him, squeezed once, hard. He bucked into her grip.“Get up here,” she ordered. “I want you inside me. Now.”He scrambled onto the bed. She pushed him flat

Cole’s chest was still rising and falling hard against my back, his cock softening but not slipping out yet. I could feel every thick inch of him still stretching me open, the slow leak of his cum trickling warm and sticky down the inside of my thigh. My pussy throbbed—raw, swollen, deliciously sore already—and I clenched around him just to hear him groan low in his throat.He finally eased out with a wet, obscene sound. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. A thick rope of his cum followed, dripping from my stretched hole onto the sheets. He watched it for a second—dark eyes hungry—then flipped me onto my back again like I weighed nothing.“Look at this mess you made me make,” he murmured, spreading my thighs wide with rough palms. His fingers traced the creamy trail leaking out of me, scooped some up, and pushed it back inside with two thick digits. I gasped—oversensitive, twitching. “Gonna keep you full of me all day, Lila. Every time you leak, I’m putting it right back where it bel

Sophie and I have known each other since we were twelve. Sleepovers, secrets, stupid crushes on the same boys, then different boys, then no boys at all for a while because we were too busy laughing at everything. Her house was always the safe place.....big, warm, full of light even when it was late. And her dad, Mr. Hayes—everyone called him Jake, was the reason it felt that way. He was the cool dad. The one who bought us pizza when we were supposed to be studying, who let us sneak beers from the fridge as long as we didn’t get sloppy, who never lectured but always watched. Always.He was forty-two now. Divorced for six years. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that came from years of weekend basketball and stubborn refusal to let age win. Dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, sharp jaw, eyes that crinkled when he smiled but went dark when he was thinking too hard. I used to tell Sophie he looked like a movie star who’d gotten lost in suburbia. She’d roll her eyes and

Brielle shoved open the front door of Veronica's brownstone like it was her own damn place. She always did shit like that. Keys rattled in her pocket but knocking was fuck no, not with V. They'd been ride-or-die since college, those wild nights fueled by bottom-shelf vodka and filthy secrets growled into dorm pillows. Life had scattered them to different corners of the city now but that pull between them never faded. Magnetic. Dangerous. Usually left unsaid.Today though the vibe hit different. Thicker. Brielle had fired off a text an hour back. "Coming over. This day's fucking me up." V shot back instant. "Door's open. Get your ass here." That was all it took.She toed off her Timbs at the door. Socks whispering up the hardwood stairs. The house reeked of vanilla candles and V's coconut conditioner, that sweet shit she slathered in her hair. City noise hummed faint outside but inside? Dead quiet. Brielle muttered low under her breath, voice like gravel. "Better have that wine poured, b