All Chapters of All The Ways We Sin: A Diverse Collection of Erotica Tales: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He dropped to one knee and ran his hands over my ass. At first he spanked me gently . Then he gripped the base of the tail and started fucking me with the plug..I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. Pre-cum poured from my cock onto the floor. But every time I got close he slowed down or pulled the plug almost all the way out leaving me empty and desperate.“Not yet, pup. You don’t cum until I’m buried balls-deep inside you.”He kept me like that for what felt like hours, teasing me mercilessly with the plugI was a sobbing and leaking mess. My throat was still raw from yesterday, but I couldn’t stop the cries spilling out.Finally, when I was shaking and barely able to stay out , Mr. Hawthorne stood.“Time to claim what’s mine.”He pulled the thick plug out.My hole gaped for a second. I heard his zipper, then felt his cockhead pressing against my hole. Crazy, Nine and a half inches of thick cock already leaking pre-cum.“Push out, pup. Let Master in.”I struggled through the burn a

Marcus paused, yanking the leash so my face nearly hit the floor. “August? Fuck yes. That sadistic bastard will ruin him. Been a while since he’s had fresh meat.”Victor smirked“He’s been in Tokyo closing that AI defense deal. Told me last week his balls are backed up like a goddamn pressure valve.” “Poor pup. You’re about to learn what real mania looks like. I kinda pity you .”Julian laughedMr. Hawthorne’s hand rested possessively on the back of my neck“Easy, Elias. You’re doing beautifully. This is what you signed for. Breathe through it. Make us proud.”I whined softly.Marcus gave the leash a firm tug. “On your feet for a moment, pup. We’re greeting our guest properly at the entrance. Crawl behind us.”They didn’t wait for me to stand fully. Mr. Hawthorne simply unclipped the leash from my collar and reattached it, then walked ahead while I scrambled to keep up on all fours. My knees burned against the floors as they led me down the long hallway toward the entrance of the cliff

ARC 13: THROAT GOAT WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit gay sex including public blowjobs, messy deepthroating, gagging, spit play, cum swallowing, risky public grinding, frotting. It also features heavy slut-shaming, self-destructive behavior, that turns sexual, and raw emotional angst. This arc is more plot-driven, focusing on character development and relational conflict alongside the explicit sex. Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction. ---- Rowan's pov Campus legend, that’s what they called me in the dorms and locker rooms. The one who’ll suck you dry in the library , behind the gym, or in this exact filthy bathroom if you’re hard and willing. Rowan Davis: easy, shameless, and always down I hated feelings or any form of attachment. I only did cock. Thick, veiny, leaking cock. And right now I had eight solid inches down my throat. The random frat guy groaned above me with his fin

A week. Seven fucking days since I’d straddled my straight best friend in the grass and then ran like a coward. I hadn’t seen Tyler since. I’d blocked his number the same night, deleted the texts before I could reread them. Cowardly avoided every place I knew he’d be : the basketball court, the dining hall, our usual coffee spot, even the path near his dorm. Now I sat hunched in the far corner of the third-floor library, hood pulled low over my messy dark hair and earbuds in with nothing playing. Textbooks and notes were spread across the table, but the words kept blurring. Every time I tried to focus on anything, my brain replayed the feeling of Tyler’s thick cock under me and the way his hands had gripped my ass. I pressed my palms into my eyes. *Get it together, Rowan. You’re the campus some lovesick idiot.* I reached for my coffee now cold, and took a bitter sip. That was when I heard the chair across from me scrape back. “Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite

“Friends of yours?” Before I could answer, Mia was already walking toward our table with that genuine smile she always wore. “Rowan!” she said stopping right beside us. “Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you. How have you been? It feels like forever since we last talked properly.” I forced a small smile Mia had always been sweet not like the other sharp-tongued cheerleaders who thrived on drama. That only made the guilt twist harder in my chest. Especially after what Tyler and I had done. “Hey, Mia,” I replied. “I’ve been… alright. Just buried in midterms and stuff. Trying to catch up on assignments before everything piles up.” She nodded sympathetically. “Ugh, I feel that. Midterms are killing all of us.” Then she turned toward Tyler, tilting her head. “Babe, you didn’t tell me you saw Rowan. Everything okay?” Tyler remained standing a step behind her, with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His dark eyes kept flicking between me and Jordan. His jaw was clenched so hard