Alle Kapitel von Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet: Kapitel 201 – Kapitel 210

Chapter 2: The Car and the ContractThe black car smelled of leather and quiet money.Maya sank into the back seat, the soft material giving under her weight, and the door closed with a solid, expensive click. The privacy partition was already up. Outside, the city lights slid past in streaks of gold and white. Inside, there was only the low hum of the engine and the faint residual ache between her thighs.She still felt him on her skin.Adrian Kane’s fingers. The stretch of them. The way he had licked her off his hand like she was something rare. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to the soft folds of her cunt, and every shift of her thick thighs made the wet fabric slide against her oversensitive clit.She should have been nervous. She was alone in a stranger’s car, heading to an address she had only glanced at on a business card. Instead, her pulse beat low and heavy between her legs, and her nipples stayed tight against the lace of her bra.The car stopped after twenty minu

Chapter 4: Morning Claims and the Taste of OwnershipMaya woke to the low golden light of late morning and the solid heat of a man’s body behind her.For a few disoriented seconds she didn’t remember where she was. Then the ache between her thighs registered—deep, pleasant, thoroughly used—and the heavy arm draped over her waist tightened, the large hand already cupping the soft curve of her lower belly like it belonged there.Adrian.His breath was warm against the back of her neck. One of his thighs had slid between hers during the night, pressing against the still-slick heat of her cunt. She could feel the thick length of his cock, already hard, resting against the soft give of her ass.Maya shifted slightly. The movement made his hand flex, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of her belly.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. Not a question.“Mm.”His hips rolled once, slow, dragging the hard ridge of his cock along the cleft of her ass. “Don’t move.”She stayed s

Chapter 1: The Taste of TroubleThe first time Lila Morales saw him, she was elbow-deep in buttercream and already late.The kitchen of Sweet Curves Bakery smelled like vanilla, browned butter, and the last of the morning’s cinnamon rolls. Lila’s apron was dusted with flour, her thick thighs pressed against the stainless-steel counter as she piped delicate swirls onto a tray of red-velvet cupcakes. Her soft stomach brushed the edge of the counter with every breath. She didn’t suck it in. She never did. Not anymore.At thirty-two, Lila had stopped apologizing for the space she took up. Size 22 hips, heavy breasts that spilled over every bra she owned, and an ass that made jeans a negotiation. She wore her curves the way some women wore diamonds—unapologetic, loud, and impossible to ignore.The bell over the front door chimed.She wiped her hands on a towel and pushed through the swinging door into the café. The morning rush had thinned to a few regulars nursing coffee and the soft hum

Chapter 3: Claimed in the DarkThe message lit Kane’s phone like a gunshot in the quiet loft.We found you.Lila felt his entire body go rigid beneath her. One second he was warm and sated, fingers lazily tracing the soft curve of her hip. The next he was sitting up, eyes hard, scanning the windows.“Kane—”“Stay low.” His voice was pure command. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, naked, and crossed to the window in two strides. He stayed to the side, peering through a gap in the blinds. Lila sat up, sheet clutched to her heavy breasts, heart slamming against her ribs.“What do you see?”“Black SUV across the street. Two men. One just got out.” Kane’s jaw flexed. “Fuck.”He grabbed his jeans from the floor and yanked them on without underwear. Then he crossed back to the bed, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her hard—deep, almost desperate.“Get dressed. Fast. We’re leaving.”Lila didn’t argue. She pulled on her discarded dress and panties with shaking hands while K

Chapter 5: Thick Curves & Final Heat The cabin sat at the end of a long gravel road, half-hidden by dense pines. No neighbors. No streetlights. Just the low growl of the sedan’s engine and the distant call of night birds as Kane killed the headlights and rolled to a stop. Lila’s legs felt unsteady when she climbed out. Three hours of tension, stolen glances, and the lingering ache of him between her thighs had left her raw and restless. Kane scanned the tree line once, then unlocked the cabin with a key from the duffel. Inside it smelled of cedar, dust, and old woodsmoke. One main room, a loft bedroom, a small kitchen, and a bathroom with a claw-foot tub big enough for two. The second the door locked behind them, Kane dropped the bag and turned on her. He didn’t speak. He just backed her against the rough wooden wall, shoved the hoodie and dress up and off in one motion, and dropped to his knees. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her thick thighs and spread them. Then his mouth