《Irresistible Sins (An erotica collection)》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

I woke up to Viktor’s mouth on my neck and his thick cock already pressing against my entrance. The room was still dark, only faint city lights seeping through the curtains. He was on top of me, one strong hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other guided his cock between my legs. “Time to wake up properly,” he murmured, pushing the thick head inside me. I gasped at the stretch as he sank deep in one smooth thrust. My body was sore from the long night, but the fullness still felt addictive. Viktor started fucking me slowly, deep and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine in the dim light. “You feel even better in the morning,” he growled, rolling his hips. “All warm and full of my cum from last night.” He released my wrists and gripped my thighs, pushing my legs wider as he thrust harder. The bed creaked under us as he picked up speed, fucking me with powerful, possessive strokes. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his muscular shoulders. Viktor leaned down and bit my ne

The black invitation arrived sealed with crimson wax. No name. No return address. Only elegant silver lettering on thick cardstock: One night. Complete surrender. Midnight. The island awaits. I should have thrown it away. Instead, I found myself stepping off a private helicopter onto a secluded island at 11:45 PM, wearing nothing but a long black silk coat over expensive lingerie, as the invitation had instructed. A tall man in a tailored dark suit waited for me on the helipad. He said nothing as he led me along a lighted path through lush tropical gardens toward a stunning modern villa perched on cliffs overlooking the ocean. The front doors opened automatically. Inside, the villa was breathtaking — open concept with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, soft lighting, and the sound of waves crashing far below. A single man stood near the grand piano, his back to me. He was tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders and an aura of absolute control. When he turned around, my breath

He kept his promise. The next day and night blurred into an endless cycle of pleasure and surrender. He woke me in the early afternoon with his mouth between my legs. Slow, teasing licks that gradually became hungry and demanding. He made me come twice before he finally climbed up my body and slid his thick cock inside me, fucking me with deep, lazy strokes while the ocean breeze drifted through the open terrace doors. We barely left the bed except to eat and shower. In the shower, he pressed me against the glass and took me from behind, one hand around my throat as he fucked me hard under the hot water. Later, he tied my wrists to the headboard and spent over an hour worshipping my body with his mouth, fingers, and various toys he had prepared. He brought me to the edge again and again, denying me until I was begging, tears of frustration and pleasure in my eyes. Only then did he finally let me come, pushing his cock deep inside me as I shattered around him. As night fell again

The third and final night on the island felt different. We had already crossed every boundary. He had taken me in every room, every position, every hole. I had surrendered completely, body, mind, and will. Yet as the sun dipped below the horizon on our last evening together, the air between us felt heavier, more charged, like we both knew this night would decide everything. He prepared a private dinner on the cliffside terrace. Candles flickered in glass lanterns, the ocean roared far below, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and tropical flowers. I wore nothing but a sheer black robe he had chosen for me, open at the front, leaving my body on full display for him. He sat across from me in a simple black shirt, the top buttons undone, watching me with those intense dark eyes as we ate slowly, oysters, fresh seafood, champagne, and ripe strawberries. Every bite felt sensual. Every look he gave me made my skin heat. After dinner, he took my hand and led me to the master b

Damien didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He pulled out of me slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from my pussy onto the expensive couch. Then he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing and carried me to the master bedroom. The room was massive, dominated by a huge bed with black silk sheets. He laid me down in the center and stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off the rest of his clothes. His body was perfect, hard muscle, tattoos snaking across his chest and arms, and that thick cock already hardening again. “On your back,” he ordered. “Legs spread wide. I want to see everything.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs for him. Damien climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs. He rubbed the head of his cock through my cum-slick folds, teasing me. “You’re still dripping with me,” he murmured. “Good. I want you messy tonight.” He pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I moaned loudly, my back arching o