All Chapters of SINNERS: AN HOT COLLECTION : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

He filled the entire frame, all six-foot-five inches of solid, commanding male. The black mask was still in place, but even without seeing his full face, his presence sucked the air from the room. He closed the door behind him with deliberate calm, the lock engaging with a quiet, irreversible snick. His dark eyes—intense, burning—swept over me slowly from behind the mask, lingering on the way the silk clung to my heavy breasts, the dip of my waist, the bare expanse of my thighs.“Rina,” he murmured. His voice was low, cultured, edged with gravel and absolute authority. It sent an involuntary shiver racing down my spine and straight to my core. There was something hauntingly familiar about that voice, but my overwhelmed mind couldn’t place it. “You’re even more exquisite in person than your photos suggested.”I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “Thank you… sir.”He stepped closer, towering over me, the subtle scent of his cologne—woody, expensive, with an underlying note of ra

The sharp pain gradually began to dull into a deep, throbbing ache. Beneath it, something else stirred—an insistent, building fullness that made my clit pulse with renewed need. I shifted my hips experimentally, and a small gasp escaped me at the new sensation.Alexander noticed at once. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel me inside you? There’s still more to take, but I’m going to go slow. I want you to feel every inch as I fill you.”He began to move—agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts that rocked his thick length just a little deeper with each careful stroke. The burn eased bit by bit, replaced by a heavy, dragging pleasure that made my toes curl into the sheets. Every slow glide rubbed against sensitive places I had never known existed. My blood and arousal made the slide slick and intimate, the wet sounds soft in the quiet room.“Oh God…” I moaned, my hands sliding up to clutch at his back. The pain was fading, but the fullness was overwhelming in the best way. “It’s… starting to feel

Louisa's POVThe sound of my own frustrated moan still echoed in my ears when the knock came at the back door.I was bent over the kitchen counter, hands braced on the cool granite, trying to catch my breath after another useless attempt to make myself come. My husband’s text from twenty minutes ago still glowed on my phone screen: Working late again. Don’t wait up. Same message, different day. My fingers had been slick, my clit throbbing, but the orgasm kept slipping away like it always did lately. I yanked my sundress back down over my hips, wiped my hand on a dish towel, and padded barefoot toward the sliding glass door.Alec stood on the other side of the glass, shirtless, sweat glistening on the hard lines of his chest and the dark ink that covered both arms and one shoulder. The tattooed divorcee from next door. Six-foot-three of pure trouble, holding a power drill in one hand and a toolbox in the other like he’d just stepped out of every filthy fantasy I’d never admitted to hav

Horny Wife fucks Tattooed Neighbour Part 3Louisa's POVI stood at the bottom of the stairs, heart hammering so loudly I was sure Alec could hear it from the kitchen. Mark had mumbled something about being exhausted and headed straight to the bedroom instead of crashing on the couch like usual. The shower had woken him up just enough to eat, but now the long day was catching up. I’d gone up with him, helped him undress, kissed his forehead like the dutiful wife I was supposed to be. He was already half-asleep when his head hit the pillow.“Love you, Lou,” he’d murmured, eyes closing. “Don’t stay up too late.”I’d whispered it back, the words tasting like ash in my mouth while my body still hummed from Alec’s fingers and the promise burning in his eyes downstairs. Now the bedroom door was shut, the house quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant snore that told me Mark was out cold. He’d sleep like the dead for at least six hours—maybe more after the beer and

Alec's POVLouisa’s gaze locked with mine, pupils blown wide with lust. I pushed forward slowly, watching every inch of my thick cock disappear inside her. She was even tighter in this position, walls gripping me like a velvet fist. The sight of her wedding ring glinting on her finger while my bare cock stretched her married cunt made something primal roar inside me.“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I groaned once I bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass. “So hot and wet. Made for me.”I started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath us. Louisa’s hands roamed my back, nails digging into my shoulders as she met my thrusts.“Harder,” she begged, voice breathy. “Please, Alec—fuck me harder.”I gave her what she wanted. I hooked her legs over my elbows, folding her nearly in half, and pounded into her with deep, powerful thrusts. Skin slapped against skin. Her tits bounced with every impact. The headboard started