All Chapters of Secrets Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ellie stayed on her back, legs still spread, cunt open and shiny from the way I’d just fucked her. The harness was still strapped tight around my hips. I could feel how wet the dildo still was…coated in her release. Hazel knelt beside us, already fishing the second toy out of the drawer… a thick, curved one.I looked down at Ellie and smiled.“Hands above your head. Keep them there.”She obeyed. Wrists crossed on the floor above her, chest rising and falling fast. Her glasses had slid almost to the tip of her nose. I reached down, pushed them back up, then kept my hand there, letting my fingers rest lightly against her forehead like I was pinning her in place with nothing but the weight of my palm.Hazel crawled between Ellie’s thighs without being told. She dragged the toy along Ellie’s slit, slow, collecting the mess I’d left behind. Ellie flinched at the temperature, a soft sound escaping her throat.“She’s still so fucking wet,” Hazel murmured, almost admiring. She pushed the tip

Lily rolled onto her hands and knees on the warm cedar. Sweat slid down the curve of her spine and gathered in the small of her back. Her thighs trembled. The air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of Elena’s release still drying on her lips and chin.Elena settled on the bench in front of her, legs parted, glistening cunt on full display. Claire moved behind Lily without hurry. A soft, wet tongue dragged once from clit to entrance, then pushed inside.Lily’s arms nearly buckled.“Easy,” Elena murmured, calm and low. She reached forward and threaded her fingers into Lily’s damp hair, guiding her face down. “Open for Claire. And open for me.”Lily’s tongue flicked out, tasting the slick heat of Elena’s folds again. Elena’s grip tightened just enough to hold her there. Behind her, Claire’s tongue thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, the wet sounds of it filling the small space. Lily’s hips rocked back without permission.Elena’s free hand stroked Lily’s cheek. “Look at you. Already p

The bass from the oversized speakers thumped through the floor and into Emma’s chest as Liam tugged her through the front door. Red cups littered every surface. Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor. The air hung thick with weed smoke and spilled beer. She tugged the hem of her short black dress lower, the one Liam had grinned at earlier and said made her ass look fucking perfect. Tonight she had worn it for him. Her eyes kept sliding somewhere else.Sophia moved ahead of them with Mia at her side. Sophia’s crimson crop top stretched tight across full breasts that swayed with every step. The tiny denim skirt rode higher each time she walked, flashing the smooth undersides of her thighs. Mia matched her in a sheer white top that left her dark nipples clearly visible and leather shorts that clung to the round curve of her ass. Their shoulders brushed. Their heads leaned close. Something in the easy way they touched made Emma’s stomach pull tight.Liam’s hand squeezed hers

Sophia’s thigh stayed heavy across Emma’s hips, keeping their soaked folds pressed together in a slow, sticky slide. Every tiny shift sent fresh aftershocks through Emma’s oversensitive clit. Mia’s mouth worked lazily at one breast, tongue circling the nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make it tighten again.Sophia’s fingers traced the wet mess on Emma’s inner thigh, then lower, collecting the thick drip still leaking from her cunt. She brought those fingers up and pushed them past Emma’s lips. Emma sucked without being told, tasting both of them…sweet, musky, heavy.“On your hands and knees.” Sophia’s voice stayed low, calm, absolute. “Ass up. Face down.”Emma moved. The sheets clung to her damp skin as she settled into position, back arched, thighs spread. Cool air touched the open, glistening lips of her cunt and the tight pucker of her asshole. Sophia knelt behind her. Mia shifted to the head of the bed, thighs open, and guided Emma’s face down between them.“Keep licking her w

I was already wet before he even stepped outside.It had become a pattern I hated admitting to myself. The moment I heard the soft scrape of the guest-house door or the faint splash of the pool equipment being dragged across the stone, my body responded like it had been waiting. Heat low in my belly. A slow, traitorous slickness between my thighs. I told myself it was the sun. The heat. Anything except the truth…that RJ’s presence alone was enough to ruin the careful composure I wore like armor.I lay on the lounge chair closest to the deep end, sunglasses on, a novel open and forgotten on my stomach. My black bikini was deliberately small. The top barely held me. The bottoms were tied at the hips with thin strings, the kind that looked like they could come undone with one careless tug. I had chosen it on purpose. I wanted him to look. I wanted the reminder that he wanted me, that he would take whatever I gave him because the alternative was walking away empty-handed.He came around t