Unheard Pleasures (Hot Erotic Story Collection)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Two weeks had passed since that night on the couch with Nathan. I still felt it sometimes — a phantom ache between my legs sometimes, or the way my stomach would flip when I heard his voice even from the other room. We hadn’t touched again. Not once. We barely even looked at each other when Brooke was around. But every time we passed in the hallway or sat at the dinner table, the air felt different. Like we were both waiting for something. Then Nathan dropped the news one morning over breakfast. He’d decided to adopt a boy. His name was Ethan. Just turned eighteen. Quiet kid from the foster system who’d been bounced around too much. Nathan said he’d been thinking about it for a while — he didn’t want to remarry, didn’t want another wife, but he’d always wanted Brooke to have a sibling. So he made it happen. Brooke was over the moon, she’d been begging for a brother since she was little, asking for it like it was a new toy. She hugged Nathan so tight I thought she’d brea

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a fun and harmless family trip, when mother nature and her forces comes in the middle of Ava and her step-brother Liam. Or rather; letting them come in between of each other 😏 ..... The cabin smelled like pine and old wood the second we walked in, well exactly as every winter break since Mom married Liam’s dad. I used to love coming here when I was younger; the creaky floors, the huge stone fireplace, the way the lake looked like glass when it froze over, but now it just felt like a prison sentence. Liam dropped his bag by the door and immediately started complaining. “Great. No signal no Wi-Fi and it’s already snowing like hell outside, yeah this is gonna be fun” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him with my own bag. “ You could’ve stayed home if you didn’t want to come ” “Trust me, I tried,” he muttered, kicking his boots off. “Dad said family trip or nothing. Like I have nothing better to do than babysit you for a week.” He said rolling his e

His hand cupped my breast fully, then squeezed it gently. His thumb rolling my nipple while his hips kept rocking my behind, slowly, grinding his cock against my ass. I reached back, found his hip, pulled him closer. He groaned again, louder this time. His other hand slid down the front of my leggings, found me soaked, then slid my panties to the side with his middle finger then circled the surface slowly with his index finger. I was soaky wet. His fingers slipped between my thigh, found my clit, circled slow. I moaned, quiet but damn desperate for more He covered my mouth with his hand. “Shh,” he breathed. I nodded against his palm. He kept rubbing my clit while his hips rocked harder. I could feel how fucking hard he was now on my soft ass, so very hard, and his length was good too. He kept pressing and rocking my ass, massaging his cock with my butt. I pushed back, grinding against him as well, trying to get more friction. His fingers moved faster, then he slippe

The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about Mr. Reynolds’ thick married cock pulsing in his fist while he stared at my soaked little cunt through the glass. My panties were ruined by lunchtime just from replaying it. My pussy was still sore from the two orgasms I’d fucked myself through after I killed the light, fingers buried knuckle-deep while I imagined that thick married cock spraying all over his window. I skipped classes, then drove straight to the mall, and spent every last dollar of my coffee-shop tips on the sluttiest lingerie I could find: a sheer black babydoll that was basically see-through mesh, so short it barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, and a tiny matching thong that disappeared between my cheeks like a fucking string. The lace was so delicate my puffy pink nipples poked straight through the fabric the second I tried it on in the dressing room. By the time I got home, my parents were already out for their weekly date night. Perfect. I left ever

I’d been wet since breakfast. My cunt ached constantly, a dull, hungry throb that got worse every time I pictured David’s cum-streaked window from the night before. I’d ordered the dildo online some weeks back: twelve inches, thick as my wrist, veiny and realistic, with heavy balls and a suction cup base. It arrived that afternoon in plain brown packaging. I hid it under my pillow By midnight the house was silent again. Parents asleep. Lights off downstairs. I left mine on full blast—every bulb burning, turning my bedroom into a bright, shameless spotlight again Window wide open, and curtains gone. I wanted him to see every filthy detail. I started naked. No lingerie tonight. Just oil, lots of it. I poured it straight over my tits, let it run in slow, glossy rivers down my stomach, pooling in my navel before dripping onto my freshly shaved mound. I rubbed it everywhere: neck, arms, thighs, ass cheeks. My skin shone like I’d been polished. My nipples were so hard