All Chapters of Ravished: An Erotic Collection Of Sin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: Liam..We scrambled like we’d been caught robbing a bank. I yanked my shorts up so fast the waistband slapped hard against my hips. Ethan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, my spit and pre-cum still shining on his swollen lips, then shoved his glasses back on crooked. My dick stayed rock-hard, throbbing painfully against my shorts like it refused to calm down. We both looked completely wrecked—faces flushed, breathing ragged, hair standing up in every direction.The door swung open.Mom stood there, holding a tray of fresh cookies and two cans of Coke, wearing that bright, clueless smile she always wore when she thought she was being helpful. “Hey, boys! I brought snacks for your new—”“Ethan’s leaving,” I cut in, voice rougher than I meant.Mom and Ethan blinked at the same time, staring at me like I’d lost my mind.“But… your coach said he’s supposed to tutor you.” Mom tilted her head, still holding the tray like some kind of peace offering. “He just got here, Liam. Y

POV: Anna..Fuck. Fifteen thousand dollars.That number kept spinning around in my head like a bad hangover while I sat on the sticky floor of my cramped dorm room at 2 a.m., surrounded by crumpled bills and empty cup noodles. Three hundred and twenty-seven measly dollars. That was all I had left after rent.I stared at the hospital invoice until the numbers blurred. My mom’s urgent spinal surgery had to happen in thirty days or the specialist would drop her, and she risked permanent paralysis from the herniated disc crushing her nerves. No fucking way. Not while I was still breathing.I’m Anna Hill. Economics major by day… and tonight, I was about to become a whore for cash.My fingers shook as I typed my reply to the Craigslist ad for Elite Metro Club, seeking dancers. Cash nightly, with no experience necessary, and total discretion.Pride? Dignity? I swallowed both like thick cum. My mom was everything I had left in this world, and I wasn’t letting her rot in a wheelchair becau

POV: Anna..Professor Damien Ross finally knew.He knew exactly whose tight, dripping hole was still spasming and clenching around his cock. And instead of pulling out in shock, the dirty bastard’s dick twitched hard inside me, already swelling back to full, angry hardness, stretching my cum-filled walls even wider.“Yeah… " It’s me,” I breathed, voice raw and husky as I stared up at him through the crooked red mask, lips curled in a wicked, cum-drunk smile. “Your quiet little front-row economics student. Surprised, Professor?”His green eyes were wild, jaw locked tight, but his hips rolled once, pushing his growing cock through the sloppy mess of his own load still leaking out of my wrecked pussy.“You planned this… you filthy little cunt,” he growled.“Maybe I did,” I purred, deliberately clenching my pussy around his thickening shaft, milking him with slow, nasty squeezes. “But right now, I don’t give a fuck about plans. I just need you to destroy me. Use this sloppy student puss

POV: Dane..I couldn't believe this was happening again. Sarah straddled my lap on the dorm bed, grinding her soaked panties against my crotch, trying to force life into my limp cock. Her full tits bounced in my face, nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. She reached down, pulling my soft shaft out of my boxers, stroking it with urgent fingers. "Come on, babe," she moaned, voice husky. "Get hard for me. I want to feel this fat cock stretch my cunt again."I tried, fuck, I really tried. I pictured her lips wrapped tight, saliva dripping, gagging on every inch like she used to. But my rod stayed soft and unresponsive in her palm. No twitch, no swell, nothing.She sighed, frustration cracking through the seduction, as she kept pumping, thumb circling the soft head. "Again? Really? Dane, it's been weeks. What the hell is going on?""Stress," I muttered, sighing nervously. "You know... exams, and the job hunt. It's fucking killing me."Sarah rolled off and sat back on the bed, her

POV: Dane..My heart slammed against my ribs like a fucking drum. Janie was straddling me, lips shiny with my pre-cum, my thick pole throbbing inches from her dripping cunt, her tiny skirt flipped up around her waist like a slutty belt. Mom’s voice echoed from the hallway again, “We just forgot the gift bag, two seconds!”We scrambled like thieves. I yanked my pants up so fast my hard shaft caught in the waistband, bending painfully before I stuffed it down my thigh. Janie jumped up, smoothing her skirt down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tits were still out, nipples hard as bullets. She shoved them back into her tank top while I grabbed the remote and pretended to watch the horror movie.Mom walked in smiling, Robin right behind her. “There it is!” She grabbed the shiny gift bag from the side table. “You two okay? You look flushed.”Janie giggled, all innocent. “Just the movie, Mom. It’s scary.”I forced a laugh, voice rough. “Yeah. It's really scary.”Mom didn’