All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He was right. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, but I didn't care. I wanted this. Wanted to taste him, wanted to make him lose control, wanted Marcus to see exactly what he was missing."Look how wet she's getting," Dominic continued, his voice rough now as I sucked harder. "I can see it from here. Her thighs are pressed together, trying to get friction. Bet she's soaked through her panties just from sucking my cock. You never made her this wet with your pathetic excuses for foreplay, did you?"I whimpered around his length, squeezing my thighs together because he was absolutely right. I was drenched, my clit throbbing, my pussy clenching around nothing."Touch yourself," Dominic ordered. "Slide your hand into your pants and show me how wet you are."Still sucking him, I fumbled with the button of my slacks with my free hand. Got it open, slid my hand inside my panties. My fingers came away slick with my own arousal."Show him," Dominic said.I pulled my hand out and held it up, my

From this angle, he went even deeper. I felt him hit my cervix as I sank all the way down, and I couldn't stop the cry that escaped my throat."Fuck!" I gasped. "You're so deep. So big. I can feel you in my stomach.""That's right," Dominic encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. "Take all of me. Show him how well you take my cock."I started moving, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm. Every time I sank down, I felt him stretching me impossibly wide. Every time I rose up, I felt the drag of his cock against my G-spot. The angle was perfect, devastating, and I was already climbing toward another orgasm."Look at him," Dominic commanded from beneath me. "Look at his face while you fuck yourself on me."I forced my eyes open, forced myself to look at Marcus. His face was flushed dark red, his hand moving faster on his cock. His eyes were locked on where Dominic's cock disappeared into my pussy over and over, watching the way my lips stretched around his girth, the way my cream coated his s

This orgasm built differently—slower, deeper, rolling through me in waves instead of crashing. When it hit, I moaned long and low, my pussy clenching around his fingers, more of his cum and my arousal seeping out."Beautiful," he murmured, working me through it gently. "So fucking beautiful when you come."We actually washed after that—soaping each other's bodies, his hands gentle now as they roamed over me. I washed his back, tracing the scratches I'd left, feeling a thrill of possession at the marks.When we were clean, we dried off and I stripped the bed completely. Tossed the soiled sheets in the hamper—I'd probably burn them later. Fresh sheets. Clean start.When the bed was made, Dominic pulled me onto it, settling me on my back."Hi," he said with a soft smile."Hi," I replied, suddenly feeling shy despite everything we'd just done."Can I taste you now? Properly?"My eyes widened. "But I'm—we just—you came inside me—""I know." His eyes darkened. "I want to taste us. Want to l

His other hand went to my bra, yanking the cups down roughly. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard, and I watched in the mirror as his hand covered one, squeezing, his fingers pinching my nipple until I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning."That's it," he murmured. "Watch me touch you. Watch how your nipples get harder. Watch your face when I do this—"He pinched harder, twisting slightly, and pleasure-pain shot straight between my legs. My hips jerked involuntarily."You like that," he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "You like it rough."I did. God help me, I did. Nathan had always been careful with me, gentle, asking permission for everything. This version of him—commanding, possessive, taking what he wanted—made me wetter than I'd been in months.His hand left my throat and slid down my stomach, fingers finding the dress still bunched at my waist. He pushed it down over my hips and it fell to the floor in a whisper of silk.Now I stood in just my bra—pulled down

Nathan groaned, his hips jerking up to meet mine. "Fuck, Claire, I'm—"His rhythm faltered. He pulled me down hard, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt him pulsing as he came, his face buried against my neck to muffle his groan.We stayed like that for a long moment, both trembling, both struggling to catch our breath quietly.Then voices nearby—multiple people this time—made us spring apart.Nathan disposed of the condom quickly, wrapping it in tissue and shoving it in his pocket. "Get dressed. Fast."I grabbed my bra and panties with shaking hands. My legs were weak, my pussy sore and throbbing. I could feel the evidence of our encounter—my inner thighs wet, my lips swollen, my skin flushed.Nathan was already dressed, looking only slightly disheveled. He helped me into the dress, his fingers steady on the zipper while mine trembled."You okay?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching mine with genuine concern beneath the lust.I nodded, not trusting my voice.He cupped my face and