SINNERS: AN EROTICA COLLECTION のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

She wrapped one soft, manicured hand around the thick base. Her wedding ring—still gleaming on her left ring finger—pressed cool and metallic against his burning-hot skin, a stark reminder of exactly whose mother she was. She gave him a slow, firm stroke from root to tip, squeezing just enough to force another fat drop of precum to well up at the slit. Without hesitation, Rebecca brought her hand to her mouth, extended her tongue, and licked the bead clean with a long, sensual swipe. She moaned deeply at the taste, eyes fluttering half-shut in pleasure.“Mmm… salty, young, so fucking eager. I can taste how badly you’ve wanted this. How many times have you jerked this big cock thinking about me, Alex? Be honest.”Alex’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His chest heaved like he’d sprinted across town. “Too many to count,” he admitted, voice rough and broken. “Every time I came over… every hug, every time you bent over in those yoga pants… I’d go home and stroke myself raw imagini

He laid her down gently in the center of the bed, but there was nothing gentle about the way he followed her. Rebecca spread her legs wide immediately, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress, opening herself completely to him. Cum still leaked slowly from her pussy, staining the expensive sheets beneath her ass. She didn’t care. She reached down with both hands, spreading her slick folds again, showing him the creamy mess he’d already made inside her.“Come here,” she said, voice low and commanding in that soft, motherly tone that drove him insane. “I want you to taste us. Taste how good your cum mixes with my pussy. Then I want you to fuck me again—harder this time. I want to feel every inch while I’m still full of your first load.”Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He crawled between her thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of their combined arousal. He pressed his mouth to her dripping cunt and licked a long, slow stripe from her asshole all the way up to her swollen clit, colle

The air between them crackled. Nancy’s hands fisted at her sides, fighting the urge to shove him away… or pull him closer. Her pussy throbbed, traitorous and slick. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the solid wall of muscle that had only gotten better with age.“Tell me to leave,” he murmured, voice rough. “Say it like you mean it.”She opened her mouth. Nothing came out.Vaughn’s hand slid to her waist, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the thin fabric. “That’s what I thought.”He kissed her.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t romantic. It was ten years of pent-up hatred and lust crashing together—teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Nancy moaned into his mouth despite herself, hands coming up to grip his shirt as she kissed him back just as viciously. She bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his chest.“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back just enough to stare at her with wild eyes. “Still taste like trouble.”“Shut up.” She dragged h

“I fucking hate you, Vaughn King,” she gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cheeks.“Good girl.”He slammed into her harder, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot with every stroke. The pressure became unbearable. Nancy shattered for the third time, her scream muffled against his mouth as her pussy convulsed violently around him. Fresh gushes of slick soaked his cock and dripped onto the counter below.Vaughn cursed, his rhythm turning erratic. “Fuck—Nancy—gonna fill you up. Gonna pump this greedy cunt so full of my cum you’ll be leaking me for days. Take it—take every fucking drop.”With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, pulse after heavy pulse, flooding her womb. The sheer volume made her belly feel full, some of it already leaking out around his cock where they were joined.He kept grinding slowly through the aftershocks, milking every last drop deep inside her as if markin

The heavy wooden door swung inward before Riley could even raise her hand to knock, and the low, velvet-rough voice that drifted out from the sunlit foyer hit her like a slow, deliberate stroke between her thighs.“Bet you a hundred I’ll have her bent over the kitchen island, screaming my name, before she finishes unpacking her little suitcase.”A chorus of deep, confident male laughter followed—rich, arrogant, and dripping with pure masculine certainty. Riley froze on the threshold, fingers tightening around the worn handle of her battered rolling suitcase. The cheap wheels had squeaked the entire two-mile walk from the bus stop because she couldn’t spare twenty bucks for an Uber. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She should turn around right now. Walk away. Pretend she’d never heard a single filthy word. Go back to the tiny, mold-scented studio she could barely afford, where the walls were paper-thin and the hot water lasted exactly four minutes.But four hundred dollars a month f