Alle Kapitel von DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

He grabs my thighs. Pulls me to the edge of the desk. Yanks my thong to the side and rubs the head of his cock through my folds – up and down, parting my lips, bumping my clit, coating himself in the mess his mouth already made."Ethan – please –"He pushes in.The moan that comes out of me is filthy. He's thick – so thick my body resists for a second – and then I'm so wet he slides deep in one stroke, filling me completely, his cock stretching walls that have been waiting two years for exactly this."Tight," he grits. His forehead drops to mine. "Two years of thinking about this pussy and it's better than anything I imagined."He doesn't start gentle. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back in – hard, deep – the desk shunting backward across the floor. Papers fly. A framed photo crashes. His monitor wobbles. I grab his shoulders and scream."Harder – fuck me like you've wanted to for two years –"He snaps. Grabs my hips, lifts me slightly, and starts driving into me with strok

He reaches around me. Opens his palm in front of my mouth. "Spit."I spit into his hand. He reaches behind me and I feel his wet fingers circle my asshole – gentle, patient, spreading the moisture. One finger presses inside – slow, careful – and I gasp at the tight, burning stretch. He works it in and out while his other hand slides between my legs and finds my clit."Finger yourself," he orders. "I want your cunt full while I open your ass."I push two fingers inside my own pussy – still soaked, still swollen from cumming – and the sensation of my fingers in my cunt and his finger in my ass simultaneously makes me moan so loud it reverberates off the elevator walls.He adds a second finger to my ass. Stretches me. I watch in the mirror – his hand between my cheeks, my hand between my legs, both of us working me open from both sides. My mouth is hanging open. My eyes are glazed."More," I beg. "I can take more."A third finger. The stretch burns and I lean forward, pressing my forehea

He strips his leather pants in one motion. No underwear. His cock is – I swallow hard. Long, thick, uncut, hanging heavy between his legs and already stiffening. Bronze skin, a vein running the length of the shaft, the foreskin pulling back from a head that’s flushed dark and swollen. As I watch, it rises, curving upward, until it stands rigid against his stomach and I understand why the “full experience” costs what it does.He sits on the leather couch. Legs spread. Cock standing straight up. Beckons me with one finger.I straddle his lap. My thong is the only thing between his bare cock and my pussy and I can feel his pulsing, thick shaft pressing against my slit through the thin lace. I grind down instinctively and the friction of his cock against my clit through the fabric makes me gasp.His hands cup my tits through the bra. Squeeze. His thumbs find my nipples through the lace and rub until they stiffen, then he pulls the cups down and yanks them beneath my tits so they’re pushed

The rooftop bar is thirty floors up and I'm three drinks into forgetting the week I've had when he appears beside me like he materialized from the skyline.I don't see him approach. Don't hear him. One second the stool beside me is empty and the next there's a man sitting on it who takes up more space than his body should. Not because he's huge, but because his presence has a gravity that bends the air around him.Dark suit. No tie. The collar of his black shirt open enough to show the hollow of his throat. His jaw is sharp, shadowed with stubble that's deliberate rather than lazy. His hair is dark, pushed back, silver threading the temples. His eyes – I can't tell the color in the bar light, only that they're fixed on me with an intensity that makes my cocktail stop halfway to my mouth.He doesn't smile. Doesn't introduce himself. Doesn't ask my name."Come with me," he says.His voice is low. Not loud – quiet enough that I have to lean in, which means he's already controlling my bod

I stand on shaking legs. Walk to the floor-to-ceiling glass. The city spreads below – thirty stories of lights and people and cars. I press my palms against the glass. My tits flatten against the cold surface, my nipples hard against the window, my naked body on display for anyone in the building across who cares to look up.He steps behind me. His clothed body against my naked back. His cock pressing between my ass cheeks through the gap between his open pants and my bare skin."Anyone can see you," he says against my ear. "Anyone looking up from the street. Anyone in the building across. They'd see a naked woman pressed against the glass. They'd see my cock disappear inside her."He pushes in from behind. One stroke. Deep. His cock filling me while thirty stories of city watch through the glass.I moan against the window. My breath fogs the glass. His hands grip my hips – the first time his hands have been on my body below the neck – and he pulls me back onto his cock while pressing