DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

He pounds me harder. Impossibly harder. My body jerks with every thrust, the altar shaking beneath us. The cum inside me squelches and churns, leaking around his shaft in thick white rivulets."Tell me you want it,” he demands."I want it – ""Tell me you want my cum.""I want your cum – please – fill me up – ""Tell me to breed you.""BREED ME!" I’m screaming it. ”Please – breed my pussy – pump me full – "He slams deep.And roars.His cock pulses violently inside me – powerful jets of cum flooding my already-overflowing pussy. I feel each spurt, feel his seed mixing with the others, feel myself being filled past capacity."Take it,” he growls, still cumming. ”Take every fucking drop."He grinds through his orgasm, emptying himself completely. By the time he pulls out – rough, careless – cum floods from my ruined hole.Four men’s seed. Overflowing. Dripping onto silk that’s now soaked through, pooling on the stone beneath.Four down.One to go."Let the final vessel approach."Elder

Four men standing around me.Four sets of eyes on me.On me.For the first time in my life, I’m the centre of attention.“Yes,” I whisper.Jacob doesn’t ask me to repeat myself. Doesn’t make me beg. Just smiles and says, “Keep the glasses on.”They don’t rush.That’s what surprises me.I expected frantic grabbing, clothes torn off, and rough hands. Instead, Marcus moves behind me and eases my sweater up slowly – inch by inch – like he’s unwrapping something precious. The fabric slides over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts still hidden in plain white cotton.I lift my arms automatically. The sweater disappears.Four sharp intakes of breath."Fuck,” Tyler breathes.Jacob’s hands find my thighs, sliding up over my jeans, mapping the shape of me while Marcus unclasps my bra from behind. The straps fall down my shoulders and I catch it automatically – instinct – but Jacob gently lowers my hands.“Let us see you.”The bra falls away.I honestly believe my breasts are nothing special. Average

The hotel bar is exactly what I need after the day from hell.Twelve hours of meetings. A presentation that went sideways. A client who couldn’t make a decision if his life depended on it.I kicked off my heels the moment I got back to my room, stripped out of my pencil skirt, and stood under the shower until the water ran cold.Now I’m in my favourite black dress – the one that hugs everything, ends mid-thigh, makes me feel like someone worth looking at – and I’m perched on a barstool in a city where no one knows my name.One drink, I tell myself. Just one, then bed.The bartender slides a wine list across the mahogany, but I wave it away.“Whiskey. Neat.”He raises an eyebrow – impressed or judging, I can’t tell – and reaches for the good stuff without being asked. I like him already.The bar is half-empty. Business travellers like me, mostly, faces lit by phone screens, alone with their emails and their exhaustion. Soft jazz plays from hidden speakers. The lighting is amber and for

He fucks me harder. The door rattles in its frame with every thrust, the heavy wood shuddering against the lock, and somewhere in the rational part of my brain I know someone in the hallway might hear us – might be walking past right now, might pause with their keycard in hand and know exactly what’s happening in room 1214 – and I can’t bring myself to care.Let them hear.Let them know a stranger is fucking me senseless against this door.His hands grip my thighs so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow – finger-shaped marks on my pale skin that I’ll trace in the mirror and remember exactly how they got there. The thought makes me clench around him, and he groans."Fuck – you like that idea, don’t you?” He reads my body like a book. “Like knowing someone might hear you getting ruined?”"Yes – "“Dirty fucking girl.” He drives deeper, harder, the angle making my toes curl against his lower back. “Getting off on being heard. On being known.”I feel the second orgasm building – dif

He lifts my leg, hooking my knee over his hip to open me up. Positions himself at my entrance. Slides back inside like coming home."Yes – "He fucks me slow this time. Rolling his hips instead of pounding, grinding deep instead of thrusting hard. Making sure I feel every single inch of him as he moves inside me. The water sluices over us – running down my breasts, pooling in the hollows of my collarbones, sliding between our bodies where we’re joined.His mouth finds mine and we kiss under the spray. Wet and messy and perfect, our tongues sliding together while he moves in that devastating slow rhythm.I cum again – number six – and it crests like a gentle wave instead of a crashing tsunami. Sweet and rolling, pleasure spreading through me in warm pulses while he fucks me through it.“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips. “So fucking beautiful when you cum.”We wash each other after. His hands are gentle now, soaping my body like it’s precious. He spends long minutes on my breasts,