Alle Kapitel von Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Erotic Collections): Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 7

Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the way inside and eased the door shut behind him with a soft click. The room plunged back into shadows. Mom’s snoring drifted faintly through the walls. She's still asleep “Well?” Mark’s voice was low, rough, the same tone he used when he told Jake to take out the trash or me to clean my room. Calm 'n commanding “I said don’t stop on my account, son. Finish what you started. Fuck her.” Jake’s eyes widened. “Dad… this is fucked up-” “Shut up and move,” Mark growled, stepping closer until his knees brushed the edge of my bed. His eyes dropped to where Jake’s cock was stretching my shaved little pussy, watching the way my slick glistened on my stepbrother’s shaft. “Look at her. She’s

The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinning from the vodka and the walk from the car, but the ache between my legs was already building again — that desperate, angry need to be used until I couldn’t remember my own name. “Strip,” Derek growled, already yanking my tank top up and over my head. My bra followed a second later, ripped off with one rough tug that made my tits spill out. Tony grabbed my skirt and panties in one go, dragging them down my legs so fast I almost lost balance. I was naked in seconds, flushed and breathing hard. Carlos didn’t wait. He shoved my thighs apart with his massive hands and buried his face in my pussy like a starving man. I felt his beard tickling my thigh as his tongue licked all my early juices

The message popped up. *Holy fuck, sweetheart. That’s one hell of a picture to send your Uncle Ray.* My stomach flipped so hard I actually gagged. I sat bolt upright on my bed, phone shaking in my hands, staring at the blue ticks like they were a death sentence. Uncle Ray. The man who’d taught me how to ride a bike when I was seven. The one Dad called “brother.” The silver-fox lawyer who always brought me birthday cards with twenty-dollar bills tucked inside and told my parents I was “the best kid on the planet.” And now he had a high-res photo of me spreading my soaked pussy wide open for the camera. I typed *I’m so sorry that was an accident, please, delete it* so fast my thumbs blurred. Before I could hit send, three little dots appeared. Then his reply: *Accident? Sure looked intentional to me. Your legs wide open and fingers in that pretty little cunt. Your dad know his baby girl sends shit like this?* I was panicking now, worried he was going to tell Dad, and I c