All Chapters of Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM.KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBayI was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up.I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other.Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.His photos showed a man who looked like he could break me in half—tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair, intense eyes that seemed to look right through the camera. In one photo, his arms were crossed, showing off tattooed forearms and the kind of hands that looked like they knew exactly how to choke someone.Fuck.My fingers moved faster on my clit. This was exactly what I'd been looking for since I downloaded this app two

He released my throat and stepped back. I didn't need more instruction. I dropped my bag, yanked my dress over my head, and stood there naked except for my heels.My pussy was glistening, visibly wet, my inner thighs slick with arousal."Touch yourself. Show me how you edged."I slid my hand between my legs, finding my clit swollen and sensitive. I circled it the way I had every night for the past four days, my hips rocking automatically, my breath coming faster.The orgasm built immediately—too fast, too intense from days of denial."Stop." His command cracked through the room. "On your knees."I dropped immediately, my knees hitting the hardwood floor. He stepped forward, his bulge right at eye level, and I could already see how hard he was through his jeans."Take out my cock."I fumbled with his belt, his zipper, and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and long and already hard, the head flushed dark purple with arousal. A bead of precum leaked from the slit.God, I want to taste

He fucked me brutally—harder than I'd ever been fucked—for what felt like hours. Every time I got close, he'd change the angle or slow down just enough to keep me from tipping over.I lost track of time. Lost track of everything except the feeling of his cock pounding into me, the way my pussy ached from being denied, the desperate need to come that consumed every thought."Flip over," he commanded suddenly, pulling out. "On your back. I want to see your face when you finally come."I obeyed on shaking limbs. He positioned himself between my legs again, grabbed my ankles, and pushed my legs up toward my chest, folding me nearly in half.Then he slammed back inside.The new angle was devastating. He was so deep I could feel him in my stomach, hitting my cervix with every thrust.His hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his control."Look at me," he commanded.I met his eyes—dark with lust, intense, dominant."Touch your clit. Make yourself come. Righ

It was 11:47 PM when I finally admitted to myself that I was staying late on purpose.I could've finished the Harrison merger presentation hours ago. Could've gone home, taken a hot bath, gotten a decent night's sleep before tomorrow's board meeting. But instead, I was still in my corner office on the forty-second floor, pretending to review numbers I'd already memorized.Because he was still here.I'd seen him on the security monitors when I'd grabbed coffee an hour ago—the night janitor, pushing his cart down the hallway three floors below. Dark hair, broad shoulders, the kind of build that came from actual physical labor instead of a gym membership.Marcus. His name tag said Marcus.I'd been watching him for three months now. Every night I worked late, there he was. Cleaning the executive floor around midnight, always professional, always quiet. We'd exchanged maybe ten words total—"Evening, Ms. Reyes." "Night, Marcus."But God, the way he looked at me sometimes. Like he could see

I unzipped my skirt and let it pool at my feet. Stood before him in just my bra, panties, and heels.His eyes raked over me, and I saw him adjust himself through his work pants, saw how hard he already was."Turn around."I obeyed, and I felt his hand slide down my spine, then lower, cupping my ass through the lace."I've wanted to touch this ass for so long," he said. "Wanted to bend you over that desk and see if you're as tight as I've been imagining.""Please," I breathed."Please what?" His hand slid between my thighs from behind, cupping my pussy through my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked through. How long have you been this wet?""All day. Since this morning when I knew I'd see you tonight."He groaned. "You've been walking around in meetings, negotiating deals, with your pussy this wet thinking about me?""Yes, sir.""Take off the bra. Panties stay on for now."I reached back and unhooked my bra, let it fall. My breasts were small—I'd always been self-conscious about them—but the