Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Dirty Pleasures: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Sloane’s POVHe pushes into my mouth and the angle lets him slide deep in one stroke.The thickness of him stretches my jaw immediately and the head passes the back of my tongue and pushes into my throat.I gag hard, my body convulsing, spit flooding around his shaft and pouring up my face toward my forehead. Tears leak from my eyes into my hairline and drool streams from my stretched lips across my cheeks.He doesn’t ease in gently. He grips the base of my throat with one hand — not squeezing, just holding, feeling the bulge of his own cock moving through my neck from the outside — and fucks my mouth with deep, steady strokes that push past my gag reflex every time.“Jesus Christ,” he grunts above me, watching his cock disappear into my upside-down face. “Your throat is — fuck, Sloane.”The choking sounds I’m making are wet and violent and filling my bedroom and I should be humiliated but the feeling of him using my throat is making my pussy throb so hard I can feel my heartbeat betw

Sloane’s POVI ride him like something in me has come unhinged and I don’t want to find the screw.My hands are flat on his broad chest, my hips rolling in deep, grinding circles that drag his cock against every sensitive inch of my walls.His cum from earlier is making everything slick, and the wet sound of me riding him fills the dark bedroom. He grips my neck with one hand, my tit with the other, squeezing hard enough that the pressure radiates down to my clit.“Sloane,” he grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet me on every downstroke, his cock driving deeper from this angle than any position before. “You ride cock like you’ve been practicing for this your whole life.”“I have been,” I moan, bouncing harder, my thighs burning and my pussy clenching around him with every roll. “Every time I rode a pillow, thinking about you. I was rehearsing for tonight.”He groans and his hand slides from my neck to my waist and he grips me with both hands and starts pounding up into me from below.

Diana's POVI kiss him through the mask.My lips press against the black fabric, and I can feel the warmth of his mouth underneath, and the shape of his lips through the thin material.I lick the mask, wetting it, tasting fabric and the faint salt of his sweat, and a groan comes from behind it that vibrates against my tongue.The wet fabric clings to his mouth and I can see the outline of his lips now.The visual of kissing a masked killer is doing something dangerous to me.I slide the mask up. Not all the way. Just enough to expose his mouth and his jaw. He has full lips and a jaw that could cut stone.A day’s worth of stubble scrapes my chin when I finally press my mouth to his.He kisses me like a man who’s been starving. His tongue pushes past my lips and the taste of him floods my mouth.I suck his tongue and spit builds between us and drips from the corners of our mouths. The kiss is sloppy, wet and raw.He’s groaning into my mouth and I’m moaning into his and the sounds are mi

Diana’s POVFrom the dresser, he carries me to the bed with his cock still inside me, my legs locked around his waist, and lays me down on the bed.He pulls off the mask.My breath catches because he’s even more beautiful.“There you are,” I whisper, reaching up and tracing his jaw with my fingers. “You’re beautiful.”He catches my hand and presses it flat against his chest. Then he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it on the floor and his body is — god. Sculpted and scarred. A bullet wound on his left shoulder, healed silver. A knife scar across his ribs.The body of a man who has survived things he inflicted on others.He takes my other hand and presses both my palms to his bare chest. His heartbeat slams against my fingers, fast and hard. He holds my hands there while he starts to move inside me, slow and deep, and the intimacy of it after the power games makes something inside my chest flutter.I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. “Stay inside me.”He fuck

Vivian’s POVDrake is gripping the armrests of the chair. Tears are running down his face as he strokes faster.Dex pulls out and shoves me onto the bed on my back. He grabs my legs, spreads them wide, and eats my pussy — rough, sloppy, nothing like Nico’s precision.He sucks and licks and shoves his tongue inside me like he’s starving and his stubble scrapes my inner thighs while I’m writhing on the bed.“Her clit is so swollen,” Dex says, pulling back, rubbing his thumb over it roughly. “She’s been wet since she walked in. Your wife came here ready to be fucked by four strangers, Drake. She didn’t need convincing.”He’s right. I didn’t. The shame of that should bother me. It’s making me wetter instead.Dex slides back inside me. Fucks me missionary while Nico stands beside the bed and I suck his cock.Trey moves to my other side and I wrap my free hand around his big cock and stroke.Three men are using me at once while my husband watches and I’m moaning around Nico’s cock and stroki