All Chapters of Wet Sin {Collection}: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cole's lips found her neck.He pressed soft, open‑mouthed kisses along her skin, trailing from her jaw down to her shoulder. She tilted her head back, giving him more access, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his teeth grazed her pulse point.His hands moved slowly, finding the hem of her nightgown. He tugged it upward, exposing her bare skin inch by inch. The thin cotton slid over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and then it was gone, pooled on the floor beside them.She was completely naked in his lap.He shifted beneath her, freeing his cock from his shorts. She felt the hard cock pressing against her pussy from behind.He guided himself to her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her slick folds, taunting her. She whimpered, pressing back against him.Then he pushed inside her slowly.She gasped, her whole body trembling as he entered her, a deep, searing fullness that made her vision blur. Her inner walls clenched around him, gripping him tightly."Fuck," she breathed

Amara lay sprawled across her bed, phone propped against a pillow, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her face. Her fingers moved lazily between her thighs, tracing familiar patterns, but the sensation was dull. She'd been at this for almost an hour now, scrolling through video after video, searching for something that would finally push her over the edge.She'd started with her fingers, teasing circles that usually did the trick. But tonight, her body felt numb, desensitized. She'd been doing this twice a day. Sometimes three times. She told herself it was normal.She was getting addicted.She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her favorite dildo. It was a deep rose color, with a slight curve that hit all the right spots. She squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto her palm, warming it between her fingers before coating the silicone shaft. The cool slickness made her shiver.She positioned herself, legs spread, phone still playing in the background. The vide

Back at the pizza place, The delivery guy found his colleague, Jace, packing orders for the next shift.He approached him, a knowing grin spreading across his face. "Hey, man. One of my favorite clients will order tomorrow. Please do well to deliver the product for her. I'll send you her address.”Jace looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Must that be me?"He held his shoulder and lowered his voice, his eyes glinting. "Probably yes. And in addition…" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My client is one bad bitch. I know you love stuff like that."Jace's lips curved into a slow, curious smile. "Alright. I'm in."The next day, Amara placed an order for two large pizzas.Jace picked them up, checked the address, and headed straight to her door.He knocked.Amara opened the door. Her eyes swept over him, taking in his strong arms, the quiet authority in his stance. She felt a flutter spreading through her chest.She took the pizzas and smiled. "Would you like to rest inside for

Grayson sat at the back of the class, doing absolutely nothing.The teacher droned on at the front of the room, writing characters on the board that looked more like ancient symbols than a language. Chinese. The school had decided it would be a "very good improvement" for their students to learn the second most spoken language in the world. So they introduced a new teacher.Ms. Xia Mika.She'd been teaching Grayson's class for a week now. She spoke English perfectly, with a slight accent that made every word sound like music. She was young, in her mid-twenties.But Grayson wasn't paying attention to her words.He was studying her body.She wore a bodycon dress today, tight against her curves, hugging her hips and accentuating the perfect hourglass shape of her figure. The neckline was low enough to reveal the upper swell of her breasts, the fabric stretched taut across them, hinting at the fullness beneath.He watched her turn to write on the board, her back arching slightly, the dres

The club was drowning in neon and bass.The air hung thick, laced with perfume, sweat, and the sharp sting of spilled liquor. Bodies melted together on the dance floor, moving in a hypnotic rhythm to the music's relentless thump, strobe lights slicing through the darkness like electric knives.Nia stood alone in the center of it all, swaying her hips, eyes half-lidded, surrendering to the beat that pulled her under. She was twenty-eight, full-figured, and undeniably beautiful.Her sleeveless crop top clung desperately to her full breasts, the fabric stretched to its limit, threatening to spill them free with every sway of her body. Her leather mini skirt barely covered the generous curve of her backside, riding high on her thighs, exposing the soft, jiggling flesh that drew more than a few wandering eyes.She was alone tonight.Her friends had disappeared into the crowd, lured away by a group of guys, leaving her to dissolve into the music.Then she felt a warm presence materialized b