Alle Kapitel von Her Dirty Pleasures (Erotic Collection): Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Hera's POVI roll onto my stomach, and he straddles my lower back, his weight pinning me to the sleeping bag. I feel his hands gather both my wrists behind me — firm but not rough, one hand holding them together while the other wraps the leather belt around them.The first loop is snug. He pulls it tighter, and the leather bites into my skin — not painful, not yet, but present enough that I feel it with every breath. He threads the belt through the buckle and cinches it, and the click of metal in the quiet tent makes my stomach flip.I’m bound. My wrists crossed behind my back, leather digging into them, completely at his mercy in a tent thirty feet from my sleeping brother.My heart is hammering, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m terrified and turned on in equal measure. The combination is making me dizzy.“Too tight?” he asks, and the fact that he checks —even now, with his cum still inside me and his belt around my wrists — sends a wave of warmth through my chest that has no business

Naomi’s POVMarcus fucks the way he does everything — hard, efficient, zero wasted movement. Every thrust jolts me forward on the table and drives a sound out of me that I have to muffle in my own forearm.He’s thicker than Vincent, and I can feel the stretch of him forcing my swollen walls apart, pushing through the wetness with a friction that’s making my eyes roll.He grips the back of my neck and pins my face to the felt. “Your daddy raised a perfect little fucktoy,” he grunts, slamming deep enough that I feel it in my stomach. “Bet he doesn’t know his princess takes cock like a pro.”“Fuck you,” I gasp, because the degradation is making my pussy clench so hard around him I can barely see straight.“You are,” he says flatly. “And loving every second.”His hand cracks across my ass — once, twice, three times — each slap harder, the sting blooming hot and shooting straight to my clit.I whimper into the table and push back against him for more because every shred of self-respect I h

Naomi's POV“Are you insane?” I gasp, but he’s already pulling me off the table and pushing me to my knees on the carpet. My legs are shaking so hard I can barely hold the position.Cum is dripping down my body — from my face, my tits, between my legs — and I’m kneeling in the dining room covered in four men while my dad snores.Vincent crouches in front of me and grips my chin. His eyes are calm, but there’s something dark underneath, something that says he’s not finished with me either. “One more round, sweetheart. Quick and dirty. You can take it.”“I can’t,” I whisper, even as my pussy clenches at his words. “I’ve already cum so many times I can’t feel my legs.”“Don't worry. I'll rip another orgasm out of you,” Marcus says behind me, and I feel his massive hands grip my hips and lift me like I weigh nothing.He sits in my dad’s chair at the head of the poker table and pulls me onto his lap, facing away from him. His cock pushes up into me from below, and the stretch of him fillin

Lena’s POVHe pulls me to the edge of the hood by my hips. My sundress is bunched at my waist. My panties are pulled to the side.Fresh black paint has transferred onto the backs of my thighs and my ass in glossy patches. I don't care because he's pulling himself out of his jeans, and the sight of his cock steals every thought from my head.He's thick. Visibly thick, with a vein running the length of the shaft, and the head flushed and swollen. Cole is average, and I've told myself that average is fine, average is enough. Looking at Vincent's cock, I understand I've been lying to myself."Last chance to go inside and wait for Cole like a good girl," he says, lining himself up, the head pressing hot against my entrance."Fuck me," I say, and pull him forward by his belt loops.He pushes in with one long stroke, and my mouth falls open in a silent moan. The stretch is immediate and full, and I feel every inch of him sinking into me, my walls parting around him and gripping him at the sa

Lena’s POVHe opens the Chevelle's back door and climbs in first, sitting in the center of the leather bench seat. He pulls me in after him and positions me on his lap with my back against his chest, my legs on either side of his thighs.The leather is warm from the afternoon heat trapped inside the car. He reaches past me and grabs something from the front seat. A handheld back massager with a round vibrating head, plugged into the car's power outlet."Thought this might be useful," he says against my ear, and clicks it on. The hum fills the car.He spreads my legs wide with his knees, opening me up completely. I catch my reflection in the rearview mirror. Thighs streaked with black paint from the hood. Pussy swollen and pink and glistening. His large hands on my body, one holding the vibrator, one gripping my thigh.He presses the vibrating head against my clit, and the buzz hits me so hard my spine arches off his chest, and a moan tears out of me. The sensation is constant and inte