บททั้งหมดของ 100 WAYS TO SIN: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Ivy I stayed in the bed after the door closed and listened to the silence he left behind. The sheets still held his heat. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with moving boxes and everything to do with the way he had taken me. I could still feel the stretch of him and the solid weight of his hips against mine. The memory alone made my skin flush in the dark. I rolled onto my side and pressed my face into the pillow he had used. The guilt arrived late and heavy. Miles had asked Ethan to help me move because he trusted him. That trust had been the foundation of their friendship for years. I had taken the man my brother trusted most and pulled him into my bed without a second of real resistance once the call connected. The knowledge sat in my chest like something sharp. Sleep came in short, broken stretches. I woke before dawn with the scent of Ethan still on my skin and the ache between my legs confirming that none of it had been a dream. I showered longer than I needed to

Ivy I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. The bed still held the shape of Ethan from a few hours earlier. His scent lingered on the sheets and on my skin. I reached for the phone with my eyes half closed and saw Miles’s name on the screen. The time read six forty in the morning. Something about a call this early made my stomach drop before I even answered. “Miles?” “Is Ethan with you?” The question landed like a slap. My mind went blank and then raced. I sat up fast. The sheet fell to my waist. “What?” “Is. Ethan. With you.” His voice was flat and controlled in a way I had almost never heard. “I am standing outside his building. His truck is not there. It was not there last night either when I stopped by. I am done pretending I do not see what is right in front of me.” My throat closed. I looked at the empty side of the bed and the discarded clothes still on the floor from the night before. The secret we had been carrying suddenly felt thin and useless. “

Mike I followed them into the bedroom with my cock still hanging out of my jeans, wet from Kimberly’s mouth. Charlotte was already pulling her bra off. Her tits looked full and heavy under the light. Kimberly stood near the side of the bed watching everything with dark eyes and spit still shiny on her chin. Charlotte turned to me and shoved my jeans the rest of the way down. I stepped out of them and stood there naked while both girls looked at my cock. It was already hardening again just from the way they stared. “On the bed,” Charlotte said. “On your back.” I lay down. Charlotte climbed on top of me and straddled my waist. She reached between us, grabbed my cock, and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit. She was soaked. When she finally sank down onto me the heat of her cunt made me groan. “Fuck, baby,” I muttered. Charlotte started riding me slow, taking every inch. She looked over her shoulder at Kimberly. “Come here. I want you closer.” Kimberly moved to the side of t

Mike They kept sucking until my cock was rock hard and dripping again. Charlotte pulled off first and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Kimberly gave the head one last slow lick before sitting back. “Edge of the bed,” Charlotte told her. “Hands and knees. Ass up.” Kimberly moved into position exactly like she was told. She planted her knees near the edge of the mattress and lowered her chest, arching her back so her ass and dripping pussy were presented. Charlotte got behind her and used both hands to spread her open. I could see everything — the swollen lips, the wet hole still messy from earlier, the way it clenched when the cooler air hit it. “Look at that,” Charlotte said. “All open and ready for you again. Put it in her. Slow at first. I want her to feel every inch.” I stepped up behind Kimberly and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in the mix of her wetness and my own cum that was still leaking out of her. Then I pushed in. She was sti

Mike I sat on the edge of the bed with my cock spent and sticky while the two of them stayed on their knees in front of me. Cum dripped down their chins and onto their tits. Kimberly reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on Charlotte’s cheek, then pushed it into Charlotte’s mouth. Charlotte sucked it clean without breaking eye contact with me. “Water,” Kimberly said. “Then you’re getting hard again. I’m not done using that cock.” Charlotte got up first and left the room. She came back with a glass of water and handed it to me. I drank the whole thing while both of them watched. My dick twitched weakly against my thigh under their attention. Kimberly noticed and smirked. “He’s already trying to get hard for us again,” she said. “Get on the bed. On your back.” I moved up the mattress and lay down. Kimberly climbed up and straddled my thighs, facing me. She wrapped her hand around my sensitive cock and stroked it slowly, working it back to life with patient, filthy pumps.