Her Dirty Pleasures (Erotic Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Iris’s POVHis cock pushes into me from behind and the entry on my swollen, oversensitive pussy rips a cry from my throat that fills the apartment.He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him and the first full stroke hits so deep my arms buckle and my face drops toward the carpet.He doesn't let me fall. He fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back while the belt loops around my throat with his other hand.The leather tightens against my windpipe and my air thins. He wraps the slack around his fist and uses both grips, my hair and my throat, to control my body while he fucks me from behind.The pace is brutal and animalistic, from the first stroke. Like he intends to break me. His hips slam against my ass and the force shoves me forward and the belt yanks me back."Every night, Iris," he says behind me, his voice rough and ragged, pulling the belt tighter. "I'm coming through that window every night. Into this apartment and into this pussy." He slams deep and my moan chokes agai

Sable’s POVHis cock fills my mouth and the thickness stretches my jaw to its limit. I taste the saltiness in his cum and recoil.He grips the rope around my throat and pulls me forward, feeding himself deeper until the headof his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag so hard my body lurches.He pulls back and pushes in again even deeper that the stale bread they fed us slaves an hour before almost jumps out of my stomach.The rope controls my movement, dragging me onto his cock at his pace, and my throat convulses around him. Spit floods my mouth and pours from the corners and drips onto the furs. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to breath.I can’t let him use me like this. I can’t give up so easily.I bite down hardon his cock, enough to make him feel teeth through the thickness. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath.He pulls out, and his hand suddenly strikes my cheek. The slap rings off the stone walls as I gasp. My cheek burns and the shock and pain jolts through my body. My

Sable’s POVI straddle him and sink onto his cock. His cock fills me from below and I roll my hips and find an angle that grinds my clit against his body on every downstroke.The pleasure builds fast because my body is oversensitive from everything he's already done to me and every movement sends jolts through my swollen pussy.Riding is different from everything else because I control the depth and the pace.The realization that I'm choosing to fuck him instead of being fucked rewires something in my head that I'll never undo.His mouth finds my nipple. He sucks the peak between his lips, tongue circling, and bites gently and the sting makes me gasp and grind harder.He switches to the other, licking the flat of his tongue across it before closing his teeth and tugging. The pulling sensation while his cock is inside me and my clit grinds against him stacks the orgasm from three directions.I hold his head against my breast. My fingers dig into his scalp. I ride faster, harder, chasin

Maren’s POVHis cock is thick on my tongue, and he tastes like nothing holy.I take him slowly because I want him to feel every second of his restraint unraveling. My lips drag along his shaft, my tongue traces the ridge of his head, and I hollow my cheeks and suck him deep enough that the tip nudges the back of my throat.The confession booth is dark and cramped and the wet sounds my mouth is making around his cock are obscene in the silence of the empty church.His hand tightens in my hair, and his hips rock forward involuntarily, pushing himself deeper. A groan tears out of him that he tries to kill by biting his own fist and fails.“This is — God, this is —” he chokes, his thigh muscles tensing under my hands.I pull off just enough to speak, my lips still brushing his tip, a string of spit connecting my mouth to his cock. “Say it,” I murmur, looking up at him through wet lashes. “Tell me what this is, Father.”“Sin,” he breathes, and his hand pushes my head back down.I take him

Maren’s POVHe lays me down on the altar on my back. Both of us soaking from the baptistry, water pooling on the stone beneath me, dripping off his body onto mine.The cold stone against my wet skin makes my nipples tighten, and he watches that happen with eyes that have gone completely dark with lust.He reaches for his collar. Unbuckles it from his own throat for the first time, and holds it in his hand, looking at it like he’s saying goodbye to someone.Then he wraps it around my neck, buckles it, and adjusts it so the white band sits snug against my throat.I’m wearing a priest’s collar while lying naked on his altar with his cum still drying on my face and his baptismal water still dripping from my body.The blasphemy of it sends a wave of heat through me so intense my back arches off the stone.“Keep it on,” he says, bracing his hands on either side of my head, lowering himself over me. “I want to see my collar on your throat while I’m inside you.”He lines himself up and pushes