All Chapters of Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Morning light barely filtered through the cheap curtains when Kane woke me with his mouth on my neck and his hard cock pressed against my ass. “Time to pay the final debt,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and lust. “I told you I was taking this tight ass before the tow gets here.” My body was already sore, pussy swollen and leaking from the long night, but fresh heat pooled between my legs at his words. Kane didn’t wait for permission. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and spread my cheeks. His tongue licked a broad stripe from my pussy to my ass, tasting the mess he’d made all night. I moaned into the pillow as he worked his tongue against my tight hole, getting me wet and relaxed. He added lube from the small bottle he’d bought at the front desk, then pressed two thick fingers into my ass, scissoring gently at first, then deeper. “You’re going to take every inch,” he growled. “And you’re going to thank me for stretching this virgin ass.” When he deemed me r

Ten minutes later, I slipped into the dimly lit private lounge on the second floor. The room was luxurious but intimate, dark velvet couches, a large oak desk, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. The muffled sound of the gala drifted up from below. Damien was already waiting, leaning against the desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His tux jacket was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing those strong forearms I used to trace with my tongue. He didn’t speak. He simply set the glass down, crossed the room in three strides, and slammed the door locked behind me. Before I could say a word, he had me pressed against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a violent kiss. There was no tenderness, only hunger, anger, and four years of pent-up need. His hands were everywhere. He yanked the straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts, then roughly squeezed them while his thigh pushed between my legs. “You came,” he growled against my lips. “Just like the

The tinted windows of the Mercedes turned the parking garage into our private world. Damien’s hands gripped my hips tightly as I rode him in the back seat, my dress bunched around my waist, breasts bouncing with every desperate movement. “Faster,” he growled, slapping my ass hard. “Fuck me like you’ve been starving for this cock for four years.” I moaned, grinding down harder, taking him as deep as I could. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his thick shaft filled the car. His cum from earlier mixed with my fresh arousal, making everything slick and messy. Damien suddenly gripped my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me the truth. No one has ever fucked you like I do, have they?” “No,” I gasped, my walls clenching around him. “No one… only you.” His eyes darkened with satisfaction. He thrust up hard, meeting my movements, driving even deeper. The car rocked noticeably. I didn’t care if anyone walking through the garage could see the movement. He reached between

The Voss Estate was breathtaking at night, all glass walls, marble floors, and soft golden lighting that made everything feel both luxurious and dangerous. I had been working as Mr. Voss’s personal assistant for eight months, but this was the first time I’d been invited to his private residence for a late-night work session. I expected to find my boss, Alexander Voss, buried in contracts and whiskey. Instead, I found his wife. Elena Voss stood in the middle of the massive living room wearing a silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. She was stunning in a way that felt almost unfair, tall, elegant, with sharp cheekbones, long dark hair, and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to strip you bare with one glance. At thirty-eight, she carried herself with the kind of quiet confidence that made younger women nervous. “You must be Lila,” she said, her voice smooth like velvet. A small smile played on her lips. “Alexander had to fly to Singapore last minute. He asked me to go over the quarte

I woke up to the feeling of soft kisses trailing down my spine. Elena was behind me, her naked body pressed against my back. Her hand slid between my legs, fingers gently stroking my still-sensitive pussy. “Good morning,” she purred, biting my shoulder lightly. “Or should I say… good afternoon?” I turned my head. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. I must have slept for hours. Before I could respond, Elena pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth while her fingers continued teasing between my legs. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she whispered. “I’m not a patient woman.” She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the sleek black strap-on she had shown me last night. My breath caught as she fastened it around her hips. The dildo was thick and realistic, slightly curved, with a pronounced head. Elena stroked it slowly, looking down at me with dark eyes. “On your hands and knees,” she ordered. I ob