Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Dirty Pleasures: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Valerie’s POVThey put me on my back in the center of the bed, pillows under my hips and my legs spread wide. Both of them are on their knees on either side of me, looking down at my body.Nate moves between my legs first. He pushes into my pussy and the stretch on my swollen, oversensitive walls makes me gasp and grab the sheets. He's gentler this time. Not slow, but purposeful. He takes deep strokes that fill me completely on every push."I've been dreaming about this for three months," he says, his eyes on mine while he fucks me. "Lying in my room every night knowing you were right down the hall. Thinking about what it would be like to fuck you while you looked at me.""It's better than you imagined," I say, wrapping my legs around him. "Isn’t it?""Way better." He leans down and kisses me while his hips drive into me, and the kiss is different from before. Still hungry but slower, like he's savoring every taste. His tongue moves with the rhythm of his cock and I moan into his mou

Violet’s POVThe stretch of him filling me makes my mouth fall open because he's thicker than anything I've used on camera. The head of his cock drags against my front wall and my pussy grips him so tight we both groan at the same time."Fuck! You’re even tighter than I imagined," he breathes, gripping my hips as I start rolling. "Every stream I watched you ride your toy, I pictured my cock instead."I ride him with my hands on his chest, controlling the pace, grinding my clit against his body on every downstroke. The wet sound of my pussy on his cock fills the room. On camera I filter these sounds. Here they pour out raw and I let them because I want him to hear what his cock does to me."You know the Wednesday stream?" I gasp, bouncing on him, tits swaying in his face. "The glass toy?""Yeah, baby. I watched it twice," he says, eyes tracking my tits, while his thumbs roll my nipples."Your cock is so much better than that toy." I slam down and the impact jolts through both of us. "I

Nyla’s POVI'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to.There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear.It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy. The first time I saw it, I shut it so fast. But then I opened it and stared for a full minute until my thighs pressed together.The texts in the book aren’t written in English. I translated the text through three different apps, then realized it was a summoning ritual for a demon of lust.It requires spoken words, a willing participant, and one drop of blood on the page.

Nyla’s POVThe shadow restraints release me, and I drop onto the carpet on shaking legs and nearly collapse.He doesn't catch me. He stands at his full height, amber eyes burning, and watches me stumble against the edge of the circle. The door is ten feet away. My keys are on the counter.I don't move toward the door.I look at him and stare. Eight feet of obsidian skin and burning eyes and a cock glistening with my arousal and I walk back toward the circle because something in my body has decided that whatever he does to me next is worth more than whatever's on the other side of that door.Something shifts in his expression. The arrogance thins into something possessive and raw."Brave girl," he says, and his voice hums through the floorboards. "Or foolish. I haven't decided which.""I summoned you, so I have to survive this," I say, my voice is wrecked.His mouth curves. Too many teeth. "You won't die, Nyla. You'll end up begging for this demon cock before the circle goes dark." He

Iris’s POVA sound pulls me out of sleep. I lie in the dark with my eyes open, trying to figure out what woke me.I'm a light sleeper. Always have been. The kind of woman who keeps pepper spray in three locations and a baseball bat behind the bedroom door because I live alone in a city where a serial killer the media calls ‘The Phantom; has murdered six women in two months.I check my locks three times before bed, and I took a self-defense class in January that taught me to go for the eyes and the throat.All of that almost means nothing when I hear the second sound. A soft creak from the hallway.Someone is in my house. My phone is on the nightstand, and my fingers close around it. The smart move is to call 911 but my thumb hovers over the screen and doesn't press because some feral, stupid part of me needs to see what's in my house before I believe it's real.I pick up the baseball bat, and step into the hallway quietly. The living room is dark. My hand finds the light switch.The l