Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

He pulled out slowly. A thick stream of cum poured from my gaping hole and onto the sheets. He didn’t even glance at the mess. He walked to the laptop like a man walking to his own execution, face pale, and stared at the screen.“The live preview gallery,” he said, voice tight and controlled. “I set it up for high-end clients who want to approve shots in real time during the session. It’s supposed to be completely private—password protected, only you and me on the link. But the link… fuck. Fuck.”I sat up, the sheet clutched uselessly to my chest. “What about the link, Roman?”He turned the screen so I could see.The live gallery interface was open. And the viewer count in the top right corner said 1.Someone was watching.Right now.“Who?” I whispered.He hit refresh. The number jumped to 3. Then 7. Then 12.“The link was auto-generated through the studio’s client portal system,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard, panic starting to crack his voice. “It synced with the compa

The mask was black lace and gold leaf, covering the upper half of my face so completely that even my own mother wouldn’t have recognized me. The gown was deep emerald silk that clung to every curve like a second skin and plunged so low in the back that the cool night air of the ballroom kissed the dimples at the base of my spine. I had spent three months and every last dollar I had preparing for this night. Not for the champagne towers or the string quartet playing Vivaldi or the five-thousand-dollar-a-plate charity auction. For the one man in the room who could write a single check that would keep my company from dying.I just didn’t know his face yet.The annual Voss Foundation Masquerade was the place where old money and new money fucked each other—literally and figuratively—behind silk and feathers and the polite fiction of anonymity. Everyone wore masks. Everyone pretended the silk made the sins lighter. I was here as Lena Cross, founder of a cybersecurity startup that needed a S

Because some risks are worth every possible consequence.And some men are worth wearing a mask for—even after the masks come off.The days that followed were a carefully constructed lie wrapped around the hottest secret of my life.By day I was the brilliant founder who had just closed a massive round. I took meetings. I hired. I smiled for TechCrunch. I sat across from Cassian in board updates and never once let my eyes drop below his collar even though I could still feel the ghost of his teeth on my neck.By night I was his.He would text a single word—“Suite”—and I would drop everything, put on the dress he had chosen, and go. Sometimes he fucked me the second the door closed. Sometimes he made me wait on my knees with my mouth open while he finished a call. Sometimes he took me out onto the private terrace of his penthouse and fucked me under the stars while the city glittered below us, my moans carried away on the wind.He was never gentle for long. He liked me sore. He liked me

He curled his fingers and rubbed that spot that made my vision spark. His thumb found my clit and pressed. I came hard and fast, thighs clamping around his wrist, a sharp cry escaping before I could stop it. The copy machine beeped softly beneath me as if in protest.He didn’t give me time to recover. He freed his cock with one hand—thick, long, already leaking—and rubbed the head through my folds, coating himself in my cream.“Look at me,” he ordered.I did.He pushed in slow, inch by thick inch, until he was buried completely. The stretch burned in the best way. I moaned, head falling back, and he took the opportunity to bite the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark I would have to hide tomorrow.Then he started to move.It wasn’t gentle. It was deep, hard, controlled thrusts that made the copy machine rock slightly on its base. Every time he bottomed out I felt him in my stomach. The wet sounds of him fucking me filled the small room, louder than the machine’s quiet hum. My

Nathan stayed frozen for another three heartbeats. Then he started moving again—slow, deep thrusts that made me whimper.“He saw,” I whispered, terrified and impossibly wetter.“He did.” Nathan’s voice was dark with something that wasn’t quite fear. “And he left the documents. That means something.”He fucked me through two more orgasms while I trembled with adrenaline, then came inside me with a low groan that sounded almost like relief. Afterward he cleaned me up, straightened my clothes, and kissed me once, hard.“Go home. Don’t come in this weekend. Let the dust settle.”I did.Monday morning Richard Vaughn called both of us into his office separately. He never mentioned what he had walked in on. He simply told Nathan that the Mercer account was being reassigned to a new team—my team—and that I was being given a significant raise and a new title effective immediately.When I left his office Nathan was waiting in the hallway. His eyes met mine. No words were needed.That night he f