All Chapters of Naughty Dripping Desires (Erotica Collection): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I lay between Deep Voice and Silver Chain on the wide couch in the corner, blanket draped loosely over my hips. My body felt heavy and loose, every muscle humming from the string of orgasms they had pulled out of me. My throat was raw, my ass tender and still slick inside, but my cock—miraculously—had not gone completely soft. It rested thick against my thigh, half-hard, twitching every time someone brushed past or a low moan echoed from the center of the room.Deep Voice was stroking lazy circles on my chest. Silver Chain had his head resting on my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine. Their breathing had slowed, but I could feel the tension still coiled in them. They were not done. Neither was I.I turned my face toward Silver Chain. His mask was slightly askew now, showing the sharp line of his jaw and the silver chain still glinting against his dark skin. I reached up, brushed my thumb along his lower lip.“I want to fuck you,” I said quietly. My voice sounded wrecked, but steady.H

The bearded man didn’t rush. He stood at the edge of the couch for a long moment, letting me look at him—letting me take in the thick, solid lines of his body, the dark hair covering his chest and trailing down his stomach, the heavy hang of his cock between his powerful thighs. His mask was plain black leather, but his eyes were steady, dark, and locked on me like nothing else existed in the room. He had watched every second of me being fucked, filled, ridden, and now he was finally stepping forward.I was still breathing hard from riding Tattooed Guy, my cock slick and sensitive, resting thick against my stomach. My hole throbbed—used, open, still slick inside—but the sight of him made fresh heat coil low in my gut.He grabbed a fresh condom from the side table, tore it open with his teeth, rolled it down his length slowly so I could see every deliberate movement. The latex stretched tight over his thickness. He poured a generous amount of lube on his hands, and slicked himself fro

A thick trickle immediately followed, sliding down the inside of my leg, catching on the lace edge of my stocking before dripping onto the marble floor. I clenched instinctively, trying to keep more of him inside me, but it was useless. The evidence of what we’d just done was already marking me.He tucked himself back into his trousers quickly, in a practiced movement, then smoothed my gown down over my hips. His fingers lingered, tracing the wet trail he’d left behind, smearing it higher up my thigh like he was painting his claim on my skin.“Feel that?” he whispered, pressing his body against my back so I could feel the lingering hardness of him through the fabric. “That’s you and me dripping out of you. Every step you take tonight, you’ll feel me leaking down your legs.”A fresh shiver ran through me. My pussy throbbed emptily now, already greedy for more despite the two shattering orgasms he’d just given me.He turned me around, cupped my face, and kissed me again. I could taste m

The powder room door clicked shut behind us as we stepped back into the corridor. My legs felt unsteady, like the bones had been replaced with warm honey. James’s arm looped around my waist, steadying me, claiming me. His fingers rested just above my hipbone, thumb brushing the silk in slow, absent circles that still managed to make my overstimulated clit twitch.I could feel the fresh load he’d just pumped into me slowly leaking out—thicker than before, more copious, sliding down both inner thighs now in warm, lazy trails. The tops of my stockings were soaked through, every step made a faint, wet sound I was sure only I could hear. My gown clung in damp patches to my skin. Between my legs everything felt swollen, tender, obscenely full and yet still aching for more.James glanced sideways at me as we walked, that dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.“You’re leaving a trail,” he murmured. “Anyone who looks down will see it—shiny streaks on those pretty legs.”I clenched hard aro

Russ kept my nipple between his lips, alternating between rolling it gently with his tongue and biting, he made wet circles that made my breath hitch every time he flicked the sensitive tip. His hand cupped the underside of my breast, lifting it higher so he could take more of me into his mouth. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, the pull so deep it sent fresh sparks straight to my clit even though I’d just come twice.“These tits,” he murmured against my skin, voice muffled as he switched to the left one without warning. “Been staring at them all night through that dress. Wanted my mouth on them the second you walked in.”I moaned softly, threading my fingers through his short hair, holding him there. His tongue lapped broad, flat strokes over the pebbled peak, then he drew it back between his lips and sucked again—long, rhythmic pulls that made my hips twitch against the mattress. The wet sounds filled the quiet room—the soft pop when he released one nipple only to latch onto t