All Chapters of Wet Sin {Erotica Collection}: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The incident in the laundry room had shattered whatever thin, brittle wall of hatred had kept their bodies apart for three years.Richard and Helen left an hour later, dressed up and glowing, reminding the "kids" to behave and not burn the house down. The moment the car pulled out of the driveway, the silence in the big house felt heavier than ever.Maya had gone to her room, heart hammering.She told herself she was just lying down to calm her racing thoughts. She wasn't waiting for him. She wasn't hoping he'd follow through on the dark heat they'd ignited.But she left her door open anyway, changed into a loose tank top and tiny sleep shorts with no panties underneath, and stretched out on her bed.Maya waited patiently, staring at the ceiling until the adrenaline faded and exhaustion pulled her under.A few minutes later, Maya suddenly felt movement between her thighs, and the sleep vanished instantly.Warm fingers slid up her inner leg, brushing the sensitive skin there.Her breat

Meera Sharma stood on her balcony with a glass of cold lemonade in one hand and a watering can in the other, pretending to care for the potted plants. The afternoon sun was warm on her skin, but her attention wasn't on the flowers. It was on the young man next door.Aryan. He was shirtless again, pushing the lawnmower across his small front yard. At twenty-three, he had the kind of body that came from hard work and regular training, broad shoulders, defined arms that flexed powerfully with every push of the mower, and a clear six-pack that glistened with sweat under the sunlight. Meera's eyes traced the lines of his muscles, the way they moved and tightened with each step. A quiet heat stirred low in her belly.She had been noticing him for months now. Ever since he moved into the house next door. At first, it was just casual glances, a polite wave when their eyes met. But lately, those glances have become longer and more lingering.She watched as he paused to wipe sweat from his fore

Meera tried to straighten up, to turn and face him, but the moment she lifted her head, Aryan's left hand clamped around the back of her neck. His fingers pressed firmly into her nape, forcing her to stay bent forward, her back arched, her ass jutting out against his hips.A flash of fear sparked through her like an electric shock. His grip wasn't painful, but it was absolute. She couldn't rise or twist. She was locked exactly where he wanted her.Then she felt the heat of his cock sliding through her slick folds from behind.He dragged the thick head along her wet slit, slow, teasing, back and forth. Each pass made her thighs quiver. Her breath hitched. Her inner walls fluttered around nothing, clenching with desperate want."Please…" she whimpered.He didn't answer. He just kept tormenting her, rubbing his length through her arousal, coating himself in her cream. She grew wetter by the second, her juices trickling down her inner thighs, gleaming on his shaft.He leaned over her, his