บททั้งหมดของ DIRTY DREAMS: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Moving in with three men was supposed to be practical.Cheap rent. Safe neighborhood. A four-bedroom house that costs less split four ways than my studio apartment did alone. I found the listing on Craigslist – "3 guys looking for a 4th roommate, gender irrelevant, must be cool with loud music and protein powder in the blender" – and signed the lease after a five-minute tour because the room had a window seat and I'm a sucker for natural light.That was four months ago. Four months of sharing a bathroom with men who leave the seat up and the shower wet. Four months of communal dinners and Netflix arguments and someone always leaving their gym shoes by the front door. Four months of pretending I don't notice that I live with three men who make my pussy throb at varying intervals throughout the day.Jake is the serious one. Twenty-eight. Dark hair, blue eyes, a jaw that looks like it was cut from marble by someone who was angry about something. He works in finance, wears button-downs th

They share techniques like classmates comparing notes. My body is the textbook."All of you," I say. I'm on my back on the soaked sheets, my pussy wrecked from three different cocks. "I want all of you at once. I want to feel what it's like."They arrange themselves.Ryan lies on his back. I straddle him – sink onto his thick cock one final time, the stretch still making me gasp even after everything. Jake positions himself behind me. Lube. His fingers working my asshole open – one, two, stretching gently while Ryan stays still inside my pussy.Jake pushes into my ass. His long cock slides in beside Ryan's through the thin wall – two cocks inside me, filling me completely. The fullness is staggering. I can feel them rubbing against each other inside me and every nerve ending in my body fires at once.Mike stands at the head of the bed. His cock at my mouth level. I take him in and I'm sealed – three cocks, three holes, all of them inside me simultaneously.They move. Ryan's hips thrus

He spins me around. Lifts me onto the counter – the one he installed last month when my old one cracked, the granite cool against my bare ass. He kneels in front of me. Hooks his calloused fingers into the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs.He looks at me. Spread on the counter he built, naked, wet. His rough hands settle on my inner thighs – the texture making me twitch – and push them apart."Tell me if anything's too much," he says. "I mean it. Anything.""I will. Now put your mouth on me before I lose my mind."He leans in. His stubbled jaw scrapes my inner thigh first – rough, prickling – and then his mouth is on my pussy, and his tongue is hot and wet and his calloused hands are gripping my thighs and the contrast – soft mouth, rough hands – is devastating.He eats me thorough. The same way he works – methodical, patient, paying attention to what gets a response. His tongue circles my clit in slow, firm strokes while his calloused thumb traces my entrance, the roug

The date was a disaster. Three hours of a man explaining CrossFit, showing me his meal prep photos, and asking if I'd considered "optimizing my macros" while eyeing the bread basket I'd been stress-eating. I closed out my tab while he was in the bathroom and walked out.2 AM. Slightly drunk – three glasses of wine, not sloppy, just reckless. I open the Uber app. Four minutes away.The car pulls up. Black sedan. I check the plate, slide in."Nadia?" he says, turning around.I forget my name.Dark eyes – almost black in the dim light, framed by thick brows and lashes that would make any woman furious. Sharp jaw. Cheekbones catching the dashboard glow. Brown skin, warm and smooth. Hair cropped close on the sides, longer on top. Black t-shirt sewn to his body, sleeves stretched around biceps that make my mouth go dry. Forearms veined and defined, a silver watch catching the streetlight.He smiles at me and I feel it between my legs."That's me. Nadia.""I'm Kaz." Low voice. Slight accent

"Now," he says. "Cum."He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard and shoves three fingers inside me and I cum so violently the headboard cracks against the wall. My back bows off the mattress, my scream filling the apartment, my pussy gushing – actually squirting – around his fingers and onto his face and the sheets. He drinks it. Moans against me like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. My orgasm doesn't stop – it rolls, wave after wave, his mouth and fingers extending it until I'm convulsing and begging him to stop and begging him not to in the same breath.He pulls the blindfold off. I blink in the lamplight. He's between my legs, his face drenched, grinning."I told you I haven't even started."He crawls up my body. Unties my wrists. Kisses the red marks the belt left. Then pushes his cock inside me raw and I feel every ridge, every vein, hot skin against swollen sensitive walls. He sinks in slow – watching my face – and bottoms out with a groan that sounds like it's pulled