All Chapters of Naughty Dripping Desires (Erotica Collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vicky’s green eyes locked on mine across the kitchen island, dark and unblinking, like she could already taste me. I was still sitting on the barstool, my legs slightly parted from the way she’d stepped between them moments earlier. The hem of my dress had ridden up my thighs, she hadn’t bothered to pull it down, and I hadn't too.“You’re flushed, Stella,” she said, voice low and rough. “Your cheeks are pink, your lips are parted, and I can see your nipples pressing against that thin little dress like they’re begging for attention.” She leaned closer, her elbows on the marble, so her full breasts rested heavily on the edge of the counter. “Tell me I’m wrong.”I couldn’t say a thing. My breath was shallow, and my clit was already throbbing under the damp cotton of my panties.She reached out slowly, deliberately, and dragged one fingertip along the inside of my knee, then higher, tracing the crease where thigh met hip. “I’ve watched you squirm every time I hug you goodbye. I’ve seen t

Vicky rolled onto her side, still catching her breath, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she watched me with that predatory gleam. My face was still sticky with her release, lips swollen, jaw aching in the best way. She reached over, dragged a fingertip through the mess on my chin, then pushed it between my lips.“Suck,” she ordered softly.I closed my mouth around her finger, tasting her again. She hummed approval, then leaned in and kissed me slow and filthy, her tongue sweeping through my mouth like she wanted every last drop back.When she pulled away her voice was rough. “I have something we could try.”She rolled to the edge of the bed, opened the drawer, and brought out a little key. I stared at her as she got up on shaky legs,and moved towards the vanity table. She opened a drawer on its side with the key, and inside, wrapped in black silk, was a thick double-ended dildo—deep purple silicone, ridged along the shaft, each end realistically flared, about twelve inches long

Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, her jasmine perfume, and mine. Afternoon had bled into early evening, the light soft and golden through the half-closed blinds.She kissed the corner of my mouth, then whispered hot against my ear, “You said next time you wanted my fist. I’m not waiting for next time.”My breath hitched. The idea had been simmering since I’d said it, it felt raw, taboo, and overwhelming. My pussy clenched at nothing just hearing her say it out loud.Vicky rolled off me and reached for the bottle of lube she’d brought earlier. She flipped the cap, poured a generous amount into her palm, then rubbed her hands together until they glistened. “On your back, legs wide. Show me that greedy little cunt.”I obeyed ins

The next evening I arrived at the clinic ten minutes early, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The building was dark except for the soft glow coming from the window of Dr. Cassian Vale’s private office at the end of the corridor. I’d worn what he asked for— a simple black pencil skirt that hugged my hips, a silk blouse unbuttoned one extra notch, and underneath, I wore a black lace bra and matching thong that left almost nothing to the imagination. My heels clicked softly on the polished floor as I walked, each step making my clit throb with anticipation.The door was not locked, so I pushed it open without knocking.Cassian was already there, leaning back in his leather desk chair, his white coat discarded, and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to the elbows, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. The desk lamp casted warm shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the hungry glint in his hazel eyes.“Lock the door, Liora

Cassian didn’t give me enough time to catch my breath.The bulge in his slacks looked painful now—thick, straining, obscene.“Turn over,” he rasped. “Ass up, face down. I want to see that pretty cunt while I wreck it.”I scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the mattress, chest pressed to the sheets, and back arched high. My pussy was still pulsing, slick and swollen, dripping down my inner thighs. I felt exposed, filthy, perfect.He stood behind me for a long second—just looking. I heard the slow drag of his zipper, the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Then his hands were on my hips, his thumbs spreading my ass cheeks so he could see everything.“Fuck… look at this dripping little hole,” he groaned, voice low and wrecked. “Still twitching from my tongue. So ready to be filled. You want my cock, don’t you, baby? Want me to stretch this tight pussy wide open?”“Yes—please—Cassian—fuck me—”He slapped my ass once. I yelped, clenching around nothing.“Beg properly,” he growled. “Tell