All Chapters of Her Dirty Pleasures (Erotic Collection): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Iris’s POVHe enters me through Matteo’s cum, and the slickness makes him slide in fast and deep.The wet sound it makes is filthy and loud. He fucks me hard, every thrust angled to push past where Matteo reached, his hands gripping my tits and squeezing while he pounds me.“You feel that?” he grunts, slamming into me. “That’s his load I’m fucking through. My cock is pushing his cum deeper while I put mine on top. Who’s going deeper, baby? Him or me?”“You,” I scream, because he’s hitting something Matteo didn’t reach, and my body is arching off the bed, and the chains are rattling against the headboard. “Fuck — you’re so deep —”“That’s right,” he smirks, slamming harder. He slaps my right tit and the sting makes me clench around him. He slaps the left one. “My seed is going to be the one that takes. Not his. Mine.”He cums inside me with a grunt and I feel his load join Matteo’s, thick and hot, pooling deeper. Two loads. My pussy is overflowing and five men are still stroking around

Iris’s POVKarl unchains everything. Wrists. Ankles. Collar.I’m free for the first time all night. My wrists are red and raw, my ankles are bruised from the cuffs, and my neck is marked from the collar.I could run if I wanted to. I could stumble off this ruined bed and walk out the door and never come back.But I don’t move. I lie there looking up at him and waiting for whatever he’s about to do to me.He flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hips and yanks them up. I’m face down, ass up, dripping with ten loads from five men. He enters me from behind in one deep, precise stroke that pushes through the mess and hits a spot none of the others found.I scream into the mattress.“Fucking hell,” he says behind me, his voice flat and clinical while his cock drives into me. “Five men fucked you and filled you and you’re still clenching like you haven’t had enough. Your body was built for this.”“Then give me what it’s built for,” I moan, pushing my hips back against him like a desperate slut

Wren’s POVThe mattress dips beside me. I feel his weight.His entire body presses me into the sheets and I can feel chest, stomach, hips and legs pinning me down but I see only my own body being pressed into the antique mattress by nothing."You're heavy for a dead man," I gasp, because my brain is coping with the impossible by making jokes."I'm solid where it counts." Something huge, hard and thick presses against my inner thigh. My eyes widen when I realize what it is.I can feel the head of his cock against my skin, the ridge of it, the weight, and when I reach down my fingers close around his shaft, I'm gripping a cock I can't see attached to a body pinning me to the bed."That's not going to fit," I whisper, because what my hand is wrapped around is bigger than anything I've taken."It will." His invisible mouth finds my neck. Teeth graze my pulse point and the sensation of being bitten by nothing makes my pussy clench. "I've had two hundred years to learn patience. I'll make i

Elena’s POVI wake up zip-tied to a bed in a room that smells like expensive cologne.My wrists are raw. The plastic digs into my skin every time I pull and I've been pulling since I opened my eyes.The last thing I remember is the parking lot outside the club and hands grabbing me from behind. Then a bag over my head and a voice saying we got her and then nothing.I scream, pull at the ties until my wrists bleed. I kick the sheets of the bed. The room is large and dark and the sheets are satin. The door suddenly opens and my captor steps in.He is not what I expected.Tall. Dark-haired. Sharp cheekbones and a jaw that looks carved from stone. His lips are full, and curved into something more sinister than a smile. Dark eyes, so dark they look black. Tailored black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms showing veins and tan skin and a gold watch that catches the dim light.He walks in and his cologne reaches me before he does, warm and rich, and the absurdity of a man who smel

Elena’s POVHis shirt is gone and the body under it tells a story I wasn't prepared for.Scars across his ribs, bullet wound healed smooth on his shoulder, and tattoos crawling up his sides in black ink that I can't read in the dim light.The tailored cartel boss who sat on the edge of the bed with his gold watch and his composure is gone.The man standing over me is raw, and breathing hard, and the hunger in his black eyes has burned through whatever leash he was keeping on himself.He pulls the chain with force and I'm on my feet. My legs barely hold. His cum is dripping down my inner thighs and my pussy is sore and swollen.My wrists are still raw from the rope, and I have never felt more used or more alive.He pins me against the wall, lifts me with one arm under my ass. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct because my body has stopped consulting my brain about what it does with this man.His cock pushes into me and the angle is so deep that I see stars. My back scrapes agains