All Chapters of Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

Story 1: The Boss Who Craved My Curves I never expected the rain to change everything. My name is Amara. I am twenty-eight, curvy in all the ways society sometimes pretends it doesn’t want, and I had spent the last year trying to stay invisible at Okoro Holdings. Thick thighs that kissed when I walked, full hips that made every pencil skirt look indecent, a soft belly I had learned to love in private, and breasts that strained against every blouse no matter how carefully I chose the size. I wore my confidence like armor most days, but there were nights when I stood in front of the mirror and wondered if any man would ever truly crave what I had to offer. Daniel Okoro was not supposed to be that man. He was the CEO—thirty-eight, tall, broad-shouldered, with skin the color of rich earth and eyes that could cut glass when he was displeased. The entire building moved when he entered a room. Women threw themselves at him constantly. I fetched his coffee, scheduled his meetings, and tr

Chapter 2: The First Night Ronan carried me down the long hallway like I weighed nothing. My body was still trembling from everything that had happened on the couch — the way Damian had taken me first, then Lucian, then Ronan filling me while his brothers touched and praised every inch of me. My thighs were slick with their cum. My lips were swollen from kissing and sucking. And yet the heat low in my belly hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it burned hotter now that I had signed the contract. I belonged to them. The master suite was enormous. A massive bed dominated the center, dressed in dark gray sheets and piled with pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the endless sparkle of Manhattan at night. Soft recessed lighting glowed along the ceiling. Ronan set me down gently on the edge of the bed, but he didn’t step back. His dark eyes roamed over my naked body — my full breasts, the soft curve of my belly, the thickness of my thighs still parted from earlier — and something pos

Chapter 4: No Time Limit Elena Voss arrived at eight sharp. She was beautiful in the cold, polished way some women perfected — sleek dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that missed nothing. The dinner was held in the penthouse dining room, the table set with crystal and candlelight that reflected off the city skyline. I wore a deep emerald dress that hugged every curve, the neckline low enough to show the faint marks their mouths had left on my breasts the night before. The brothers had chosen it. They had also chosen the lack of underwear underneath. I sat between Damian and Lucian. Ronan was across from me, silent as always but watching every movement I made. Elena sat at the head of the table opposite Damian, sipping wine and studying me like I was a puzzle she intended to solve. “So,” she said after the first course, her voice smooth. “You’re the new live-in assistant. How are you finding the arrangement so far?” The question was innocent on the surface. Her eyes were not.