All Chapters of Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection): Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Villa 12, warming my bare skin. I woke up tangled in Marcus’s sheets, his heavy arm draped possessively over my waist. My body ached in the most delicious ways, thighs sore, pussy still tender and sticky from the multiple loads he’d pumped into me last night. The plunge pool, the couch, the shower… we hadn’t stopped until the early hours.I tried to slip out quietly, but his grip tightened.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough with sleep, but already laced with that commanding edge.“I have to get back,” I whispered, glancing at the clock. “Bridal brunch starts in an hour. I’m supposed to be coordinating everything.”Marcus rolled me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my thigh. “You’re not leaving this bed until I say so.”His mouth claimed mine in a deep, lazy kiss that quickly turned hungry. When his hand slid between my legs, fingers finding me still slick and swollen

I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror of the home gym, already doubting this whole idea. The black sports bra and high-waisted leggings hugged my curves, soft belly, thick thighs, full breasts, but that was exactly why I was here. Six months after the breakup, I wanted to feel strong again. Confident. In control. Or at least, that’s what I told myself when I booked private sessions with Jax Rivera. He stood across the matte black floor, arms crossed over his massive chest, watching me with dark, assessing eyes. At thirty-two, Jax looked like he was carved from stone, broad shoulders, ripped abs visible under a tight black tank, powerful arms covered in tattoos, and legs like tree trunks. His short black hair was cropped tight, jaw sharp, and those hazel eyes missed nothing. “Sophia,” he said, voice deep and commanding. “You’re late. Two minutes.” I swallowed, adjusting my ponytail. “Traffic. Sorry.” He didn’t smile. “In my gym, there are rules. Be on time. Follow in

The next session started exactly on time. I walked into Jax’s gym wearing the tiniest workout set I owned, a strappy sports bra that barely held my breasts and micro shorts that left most of my ass exposed. My body still carried faint marks from yesterday: light bruises on my ass from the spanking and dried traces of his cum I’d secretly left on my skin under my clothes. Jax’s eyes darkened the moment he saw me. “Good choice of outfit. But rules still apply. No excuses today.” We began with heavy compound lifts, squats, deadlifts, bench press. Every rep was scrutinized. When I failed to hit depth on the third set of squats, Jax’s voice cut through the pounding music. “Rack the bar. Punishment.” My stomach flipped with nervous excitement. I knew what was coming. He pointed to the adjustable weight bench. “Lie on your back. Legs spread wide. Shorts off.” I stripped the shorts down and lay back, spreading my thighs. The mirror on the ceiling and the wall gave me a perfect view of

I arrived for the final scheduled session already trembling with anticipation and nerves. Jax had texted me earlier: “Tonight we break all limits. Wear nothing under your clothes. Be ready to beg.” I stepped into the gym wearing only a loose tank top and sweatpants that I stripped off the moment the door closed. Naked. Exposed. Heart pounding. Jax was waiting, shirtless and imposing, the gym lights casting sharp shadows over his ripped physique. On the bench lay new toys, a larger anal plug, nipple clamps, and a thick vibrating dildo. “On your knees first,” he ordered. I dropped instantly. He fed me his cock slowly, fucking my throat with deep, controlled thrusts until saliva dripped down my chin and tears ran down my cheeks. “Good girl,” he praised, pulling out and helping me up. “Tonight you earn everything. Or you get nothing.” He started with the warm-up from hell. Squats with the large plug in my ass and the vibrating dildo buried in my pussy on low. Every time I broke form

The back seat of Kane’s truck was surprisingly spacious, but it still felt cramped with his massive frame filling the space. Rain pounded the roof like a drumbeat, isolating us completely from the outside world. My dress was bunched around my waist, tits exposed, nipples hard from his rough attention. My pussy still throbbed from the orgasm he’d forced out of me with his fingers. Kane sat back against the door, legs spread wide, his thick cock standing heavy and proud against his stomach. It looked even bigger up close, at least nine inches, girthy, with a slight upward curve and veins pulsing along the shaft. “On your knees,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Show me how grateful you are that I stopped for you.” I crawled between his thighs, the leather seat cool against my knees. Up close, his cock was intimidating. The head was flushed dark, already leaking a bead of precum. I wrapped my hand around the base, my fingers barely met, and licked the tip, tasting the salty pre