All Chapters of Ravished: A Collection Of Sin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third-person POV..Angelo kept thrusting slowly into Shirley’s pussy. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead. Every time he pushed deep, she let out a soft moan that made him feel good.“You can go a little faster now,” she said. “If you want.”He sped up his hips. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the small room. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. He leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples while he fucked her.“Yes, like that,” Shirley encouraged. “Suck a little harder.”Angelo did what she asked. He could feel her pussy getting wetter around his cock. The condom made everything feel slick.After several minutes, Shirley tapped his shoulder. “Let’s change positions. I want to ride you.”She pushed him gently onto his back. Angelo lay there, his cock standing straight up, covered in the condom. Shirley straddled him, holding his cock with one hand and lowering herself onto it. She sank slowly until he was buried inside her again.“Oh fuck,” Angelo groaned. “You’re

POV: Jess..“Does she think it's a man watching?” I said to myself, frozen in place. “This can’t be real.” “I guess you want to play hard to get, huh?” She breathed the word hard slowly, drawing it out with so much innuendo that it sent a fresh shiver straight to my core.She bent over, her perfect ass presented toward the mirror, and she reached back with one hand and slapped herself with the hairbrush. The sharp smack echoed. “Mmm... like that?” she murmured, her eyes half-closed. “Or do you want it harder?”Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sting settled in. Her right hand worked her pussy in slow, deliberate circles, fingers gliding through her slick folds. “Come on,” she moaned deeply, the sound vibrating through her body. “It’s so much better when you do it... Don’t you want to feel how wet I am for you?”My pussy was dripping onto the leather chair beneath me. I could feel my own juices trailing down my thighs. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Heart pounding, I rushed down

Mark’s POV ..I stared at her, refusing to believe she just offered herself to me.Well, why not? I reached out toward her breasts, taking one in each hand. I could feel their weight and firmness even through the damp bikini top. I circled my thumbs over her nipples and felt them stiffen even more. Cathy gasped sharply when my thumb ran over her nipple. I jerked my hands away. “Are you okay?”“Fine… it was just intense.” She nodded. “Keep doing it.”I put my hands back on her tits, giving them little squeezes. After a moment, Cathy reached back and untied the string holding the top on. The material fell away into my hands and then onto the ground. My hands were now directly on her tits, and they felt much smoother and warmer. I could see the little pink circles in the middle with the tiny pink nipples sticking up. It was odd how the nipples could be so hard when the rest of the breast was so soft.Gosh, I couldn’t believe this was happening. Today was truly my lucky day.I leaned

Kara's POV..The next day arrived too quickly. I barely slept, replaying every second of that office encounter in my head. Professor Elina Seth. That was her name; I’d seen it on the course syllabus after bolting from her office. The same woman who had pinned me against a hotel room wall a year ago, whispering filthy promises while her hands explored every inch of me. One wild, anonymous night that was supposed to stay buried in the past.I slipped into the lecture hall early, choosing a seat in the back corner behind a tall guy with broad shoulders. If I made myself small enough, maybe she wouldn’t notice me. Maybe I could survive the semester without my secret blowing up in my face. I kept my head down, pretending to organize my notes, heart already racing at the mere thought of her walking in.The door opened. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor with that same confident rhythm I remembered too well. I didn’t look up, but I felt her presence like heat rolling across the roo

POV: Tobi..Moving houses is supposed to be stressful, but moving out of my childhood home to live on my own, hours away from my family, at twenty-two is maddening. I spent the last three days moving and unpacking boxes, and now that I was done, I had the perfect idea for how to relax.It only took me a short moment to figure out how to do it safely, and once I had, I climbed out of one of the upstairs windows of my new house, clambered up onto the roof, and sat with a six-pack of beer and a pack of cigarettes. I cracked open a beer and took a swig before lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. I leaned back so that I was practically lying on the roof, looking up at the star-filled night sky, and for the first time in a week, I started to actually relax.“Can I have one of those?” I was taken completely by surprise by a girl's voice coming from a few steps to my right. The girl asked a second time as she sat next to me on the roof, gesturing at my cigarette.“Are you even old