Todos los capítulos de Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

He focused his thrusts on that spot, driving into me with purpose. I was building toward another orgasm impossibly fast, my body completely surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me."I'm such a dirty whore," I said, the words tumbling out. "I'm such a fucking slut for letting you fuck me here, during my own opening. What if someone hears? What if someone comes in?""Then they'll see what you really are," he said. "They'll see that you're a slut who loves being fucked. They'll see that you're my dirty girl."His pace became harder, faster, more aggressive. I could hear the obscene sound of his cock moving in and out of my wet pussy, and the sound alone was pushing me toward climax."Come again," he commanded. "I want to feel you come again. I want to know that your pussy is mine."I came hard, my entire body convulsing around him, my pussy clenching rhythmically. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate."I'm going to come," he said. "Where do you want it?""Inside me," I ga

He slowly reached for the buttons of my blouse. But instead of rushing through them, he undid each one deliberately, his fingers brushing against my skin as he worked. When the blouse was open, he pushed it off my shoulders, leaving me in just my bra."So beautiful," he murmured, his hands moving to my back. He unhooked my bra with surprising dexterity, and when it fell away, he simply looked at me for a long moment.Then he reached up and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing across my nipples. The sensation sent shivers down my spine."I want to taste you," he said. He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it, sucking gently. I gasped, my hands moving to his hair, gripping it.He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hands were on my waist, holding me in place, and I could feel myself becoming aroused just from the sensation of his mouth on my body."You're responding so beautifully," he said, pulling back. "Your nipples are s

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, both of us completely wrecked. But he didn't pull out. He stayed inside me, his body curved against mine, his arms wrapped around me protectively.We lay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily, processing what had just happened."That was incredible," he said finally, his voice hoarse.But even as I was catching my breath, I realized something. I wanted more. The intensity between us was too powerful, too all-consuming. I couldn't let it end yet."I'm not done with you," I said, my voice still hoarse from use. "I need you again."He pulled back to look at me, surprise crossing his face."You're not done?" he asked."No," I said. "I'm not done. I need more. I need everything you can give me."He kissed me, deep and possessive, and I realized with a spike of arousal that his cock was already hardening inside me again. The sensitivity was intense, almost overwhelming, but instead of pulling away, I

But instead of thinking, I found myself moving toward him. I reached for his tie and pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it on my desk. Then I began undoing his shirt buttons, one by one, my fingers deliberately slow."You're taking your time," he said, his voice rough."I'm enjoying this," I said. "For months, I've been telling myself that I'm too professional for this. Too controlled. Too important to get involved with someone I work with."When his shirt was open, I pushed it off his shoulders, revealing the muscular chest underneath."But you want this," he said."I want you to shut up," I replied. "I want you to let me do what I want to do."I pushed him back to the leather couch against the wall of my office—a couch I'd sat on during countless meetings with executives. But I'd never imagined using it for this.He sat, and I stood in front of him, slowly removing my own clothes.I undid my blouse deliberately, letting each button fall away, revealing the expensive bra und

I'd been watching him for two months.Not in a creepy way. More in the way where your body automatically responds to someone's presence, where your pupils dilate when they enter a room, where you find yourself doing things just to get their attention.His name was Marcus. He was my father's personal security detail—a former Marine turned protection specialist. At thirty-six, he was exactly the kind of man who was completely off-limits to someone like me.My name is Sophia Garrison, and I'm the twenty-five-year-old daughter of Senator Richard Garrison. I've grown up in the public eye, carefully controlled, carefully managed. My father had plans for me—good marriage, successful career, political connections. None of those plans involved developing an obsession with my bodyguard.But that's exactly what had happened.Marcus was always professional. Always distant. Always maintaining the exact boundaries that his job required him to maintain. Which, of course, made him even more attractiv