All Chapters of Her Dirty Pleasures: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Wren’s POVThree men cross the firelit cabin toward me, and the floor vibrates under their weight.Excitement rushes through my veins because I am about to do the most reckless thing in my life.Callum pulls the thermal shirt over my head. I’m naked except for underwear that Nash yanks off and tosses into the dark.Brody drops to his knees between my legs, pushes my thighs apart and puts his mouth on me without a word of warning.His tongue drags flat and wide through my pussy folds, and the groan he makes vibrating against my pussy tells me he’s been thinking about this since I stripped off my wet clothes three hours ago.“Fuck, she tastes good,” he says against me, licking with hungry strokes. “Sweet as hell. You boys are missing out.”Callum kneels beside me and tilts my face toward him and feeds me his cock. He’s girthy and the firelight catches the pre-cum on the head before I take his cock in my throat.The weight of his cock on my tongue combined with Brody’s mouth on my pussy

Wren’s POVGrey dawn light is leaking through the cabin window and the fire has burned to embers.I’m still naked on the sleeping bag with dried cum on my skin, and Callum’s tongue on my pussy is the gentlest thing that’s happened to me all night.He eats me slow and thoroughly while the other four sleep around us.His tongue circles my clit with patient, lazy strokes and his fingers slide inside me through the mess of last night. The wet sound of it in the quiet morning cabin makes my cheeks flush.“Morning,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath warm on my swollen clit.“This is how you wake people up on rescues?” I whisper, my hand finding his hair.“Just you.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I cum quietly, my thighs shaking around his head, my fingers tight in his hair, biting my lip hard.The others wake up in sequence. Nash wakes up first and watches Callum between my legs. His cock gets hard against the sleeping bag and he doesn’t touch it. He just watches.Brody rolls ov

Lena’s POVHe pushes into me and the stretch pulls a cry from my throat that he kills with his hand over my mouth.His cock is too thick, and the first stroke fills me to a depth that makes my eyes roll. The difference between him and every boy I've been with is a canyon I feel with every inch."Bite the pillow," he says, pulling his hand from my mouth. "My daughter is one floor below us and if she hears you scream she'll come up here and find her best friend on her father's cock."I bite the pillow. He fucks me doggy on his bed with his hand fisted in my hair yanking my head back.The headboard taps the wall with every thrust and he grabs it with one hand to steady it because the noise could travel and Mia could hear and the precaution while he's pounding me makes the taboo hotter."I’ve wanted you for a long time," he says, driving into me, pulling my hair. "Every time you came over, I'd come back up here and jerk off to you." He slams deep. "All I could see while I stroke my cock i

Sadie's POVI have my fingers deep inside me when someone knocks on the front door.It’s 2AM. The baby is asleep. Ethan; my husband, has been gone for eleven days on another business trip, and I’m lying in our bed wearing his t-shirt and nothing else with two fingers buried in my pussy, aching with need.I listen but the knock doesn’t come again. I must have imagined it because I’m not expecting anyone.Nobody warned me about this. The hormones after a baby turned my body into something feral. I’m wet all the time, and constantly sensitive.Even the brush of fabric against my nipples makes me gasp. A hot shower leaves me trembling. And every night I end up like this — thinking of my husband, missing the weight of him, and the way he used to touch me, while touching myself.My fingers move faster between my legs. I’m so close. My back arches, one hand squeezing my heavy breast through the cotton until a warm bead of milk soaks through the fabric. The sharp jolt of sensation shoots stra

Sadie's POVI’m still impaled on Elias’s cock when my Ethan walks toward us.My legs tremble over his twin’s shoulders. My body is flushed and sensitive from the orgasm I just had. Ethan’s eyes are dark with heat as he crosses the room, already pulling his shirt off.“You have a twin?” I whisper, voice shaking with shock and lingering pleasure. “Ethan, I didn’t know… He looked exactly like you. I thought—”“I know,” Ethan says gently, stepping behind me. His warm chest presses against my back, hands settling on my waist. “That was the point, baby.”His words send a confusing rush of emotions through me — betrayal, arousal, love, guilt. All tangled together. I don’t know which to feel more.He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You’ve been so lonely while I was gone. You never complain, but I hear it in your voice every call. You deserve more. So much more than what I’ve been able to give you. That’s why I planned this with Elias.”His hands slide down as he unzips his jeans. I feel him