Alle Kapitel von DIRTY DREAMS (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

"Since I was sixteen, Jake."His jaw clenches. His finger slides lower and pushes inside me – one thick finger, curling upward, finding the spot. I bite my fist so hard I taste skin. He adds a second finger. Stretches me. Fucks me with his hand while his thumb circles my clit and his mouth stays on my tit and I'm in his childhood bedroom cumming on his fingers while a football trophy watches from the shelf."Quiet," he warns. "If you wake up my sister –""I'm trying –"He curls his fingers harder. His thumb grinds my clit. And I cum – my pussy clenching around his fingers in waves, my moan smothered by my own fist, my body arching off his childhood mattress while he watches my face with dark, fascinated eyes."That's one," he says. Pulls his fingers out glistening. Puts them in his mouth. Sucks them clean. "You taste like I imagined.""You imagined?""Since last Christmas. When you wore that red dress." He pulls my underwear down my legs and drops them on the floor. "I went home and j

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old.Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.I told Ethan six months in. Braced for him to flinch, to judge, to file it away under "my girlfriend is secretly a freak" and never mention it again. Instead he got hard. Grabbed my jaw. Looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Tell me everything."Tonight he's making it real.The hotel suite is top floor. He rented it this morning – king bed, separate living area, a bathroom bigger than my apar

I swallow. Open. Show him.He steps forward, aims at my face, and cums – thick ropes hitting my forehead, my cheeks, my open mouth, his load mixing with Damon's residue. He paints me deliberately – making sure I'm covered, making sure every man in this room has left his mark.I lie there. Five loads of cum covering my body from face to thighs. My tongue coated. My tits glazed. My pussy wet with Travis's cum dripping between my folds. I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess."Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had."Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?"Round two is dirtier than round one.Damon doesn't wait for the bed. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the bathroom – marble floors, marble vanity, mirrors everywhere. Bends me over the counter so hard my tits

I booked a ninety-minute deep tissue because my shoulders feel like concrete and I haven't been touched by another human being in four months and my therapist said do something nice for yourself, Maya and I interpreted that as spending two hundred dollars to lie naked under a sheet while a stranger kneads my back.The spa is high-end. The kind with eucalyptus-scented hallways and ambient music that sounds like someone is slowly drowning a wind chime and robes so thick you could survive a blizzard in them. I'm led to a private room – dim, warm, candles flickering, a massage table draped in white sheets with a face cradle that smells like lavender oil."Your therapist will be with you shortly," the receptionist says. "Undress to your comfort level."I undress to fully naked because I'm paying two hundred dollars and I didn't wear matching underwear and I figure the sheet covers everything anyway. I lie face-down, pull the sheet to my waist, settle my face in the cradle, and close my eye

I hear his zipper. The rustle of fabric. Then the hot, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance from behind – bare, oiled, thick enough that even with everything he's done to open me up, the stretch makes me gasp.He pushes in. Slow. His oiled cock sliding into my oiled pussy in one long, devastating stroke. The sensation is – fuck – everything is so slippery, so warm, so frictionless that he glides in effortlessly, bottoming out with his pelvis against my ass, and I feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him inside me."God," he groans. "You feel – the oil – fuck – you're so slick I can barely –"He starts to move. Long strokes – pulling almost entirely out, then gliding back in – his oiled cock sliding through my oiled pussy with a wet, obscene sound. There's almost no friction – just warm, slippery fullness, his cock gliding in and out like he's been designed to fit inside me.He pumps more oil. Directly onto his cock as he fucks me – I feel the warm liquid running