All Chapters of Steamy Encounters: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

I lost count of how many times he took me after that first night. He fucked me on the floor until my voice went hoarse. My throat ached from moaning, then against the peeling wallpaper of the hallway where my nails scraped uselessly.Then over the old desk with my cheek pressed hard to the wood while he whispered the filthiest things against my ear and filled me so deep I could barely breathe. Every time I thought I was finished, he dragged another orgasm out of me with ruthless patience. My body answered him, even when my mind begged for mercy. At some point, the pleasure blurred into pure exhaustion, and I passed out with him still buried inside me, his cock pulsing faintly as the last of his cum leaked out around us. When I woke the next morning, sunlight was leaking through the dusty windows in thin golden bars, and for a second, I forgot where I was. I sat up slowly, every muscle protesting. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. Faint purple marks bloomed acr

A whole month. They watched me as if I might disappear again. My mother. My friends. Even the neighbours. Every time I stepped outside, someone asked where I was going and when I would be back. I could not leave the neighbourhood without three people texting me within minutes. I felt like a prisoner in my own life, trapped behind polite smiles and constant check-ins. I tried to forget him. I really did. I even let a guy from campus take me home one night. He was attractive enough, nice body, decent dick. He tried. He really tried. But the second he pushed inside me, all I could think about was how it was not thick enough, not deep enough, not him. I faked it, sent him home, and spent the rest of the night touching myself while I hated how empty I still felt. Nothing compared. Nothing even came close. Tonight I was alone in my room with the lights off, two fingers buried deep in my cunt, chasing a release that never felt like enough. My phone sat face down on the nightsta

Three days later, I sat at their kitchen island with the second contract in front of me. Kenneth slid a pen across the smooth counter, and Liam set a folder of printed pages beside it. “This is the other agreement,” Kenneth said. His voice stayed even. “Sex partner terms. There are clear boundaries, schedules, and what happens if anyone wants out. Read it slowly.” I opened the folder and went through every page. Everything lined up with what we had already talked about. I signed my name at the bottom and pushed the papers back. Liam nodded once. “Our results are in there too. Multiple tests. All clear. Yours came back clean as well.” I pulled out my own records and the note from the clinic confirming I was on birth control. Kenneth glanced through them, then looked at me. “Good,” he said. “We’re all covered. Theo’s still down for his afternoon nap. Look after him when he wakes up. Normal routine. We’ll talk later.” “Okay,” I answered. I spent the rest of the day with The

I lay there trying to catch my breath, chest rising and falling hard, thighs still open and sticky. Kenneth and Liam moved away from the bed for a moment. They stood close to each other near the edge of the mattress and started kissing like they had been waiting for it all night. Kenneth grabbed the back of Liam’s neck and pulled him in. Their mouths opened right away. Liam made a low sound into the kiss and pressed closer until their cocks brushed. Both of them were still half hard and shiny with my spit and their own cum. “Fuck, I needed that,” Kenneth muttered against Liam’s mouth. “Yeah,” Liam answered. “Watching you fill her up got me so damn hard again.” They kept kissing, slower this time, hands roaming. Kenneth reached down and stroked Liam’s cock once, slow and tight. Liam did the same to him. I watched every second of it from the bed, still too wrecked to move. After a minute, Liam broke the kiss and looked over at me. “You good?” “I’m good,” I managed. He clim