Todos os capítulos de FILTHY SINS: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Warning: ⚠️ If you’re innocent, pure, or scared of true corruption… drop this right now and save yourself. These stories will crawl under your skin, soak your panties, and ruin you for anything gentle. Now be brave… spread your legs, slip your fingers down, and let me dive deep inside you. GOOD GIRL......... ( IVY) My fingers were buried knuckle-deep in my dripping cunt when they came to get me. I was locked in the upstairs bathroom of the Beaumont estate, black mourning dress hiked around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. The marble counter was cold against my bare ass as I frantically fucked myself with two fingers, biting my lip bloody to stay quiet. My other hand pinched and rolled my swollen clit in tight, desperate circles. All I could see was him. Uncle Darius. The thick, heavy cock I’d accidentally seen three months ago when I walked into my father’s study unannounced. He’d been standing there after a shower, towel loose around his hips

The heavy weight of Darius’s cock rested against my soaked pussy like a promise and a threat. He dragged the thick, veined length up and down my clit, coating himself in my shame while twenty-five pairs of eyes devoured every twitch of my body.I was naked from the waist up, black mourning dress bunched uselessly around my hips, legs spread obscenely wide on the cold marble altar. My full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, nipples tight and glistening from his earlier mouth. And between my thighs… God, I was a mess. My cunt glistened obscenely, swollen and flushed, dripping steadily onto the ancient stone.Darius looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Such a pretty little whore already,” he murmured, loud enough for the entire chamber to hear. “Look at you leaking for your uncle’s cock in front of the whole family.”Heat flooded my face, but my hips rolled up involuntarily, trying to catch the fat head of his cock against my entrance. He pulled back with a low chuckle.“

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Darius’s bedroom. I lay draped across his broad chest, skin to skin, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones. One heavy arm rested around my waist even in sleep.I was sore. Deliciously, deeply sore.My pussy still throbbed with the memory of how brutally he had stretched and filled me last night — first on the altar in front of the entire family, then twice more in this very bed before I finally passed out from exhaustion. Cum had dried on my thighs. My nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. And yet… I felt strangely at peace.I never thought I would fuck my uncle.I never imagined I would crave it this badly.A wild, wicked thought slipped into my mind as I watched him sleep. Power. Control. After everything he had taken from me last night my virginity, my dignity, my future — I wanted something back.I shifted higher on his body

Alaric was already buried halfway inside me when the shame started cracking. I lay on my back on the massive honeymoon bed, wedding dress torn open down the front, my tits spilling out and my legs forced wide by Flynn and Ace. Every thrust pushed another inch of his thick cock deeper into my virgin pussy, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn was sharp at first, but it kept melting into this heavy, pulsing heat that made my toes curl against the sheets. “Fuck, she’s taking it so well,” Alaric groaned, hips rolling slow and deep. His eyes stayed locked on mine, watching every flutter of my lashes. “Look at her face, boys. She’s starting to like it.” I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan climbing up my throat. I shouldn’t like this. I was married barely six hours and here I was, legs spread for my husband’s best friends while he watched from the side, slowly stroking his own cock. But my body didn’t care about that. My pussy kept fluttering around Alaric, pu

I sat on the edge of the bed, legs still trembling, trying to catch my breath. Cum was drying on my skin in sticky trails across my tits and thighs. My wrists bore faint red lines from the silk tie they’d used to bind me. The blindfold lay crumpled on the floor like a discarded secret. The room felt too quiet now. Ace, Flynn, and Alaric moved around the suite with that easy confidence men have after they’ve taken what they wanted. Ace poured drinks. Flynn wiped himself down with a towel. Alaric watched me with a half-smile, like he was still deciding what to do with me next. Damian sat in the chair across from the bed. He looked destroyed. His hands were clenched on his thighs, knuckles white. His cock was still hard, untouched, straining against his open trousers. He hadn’t been allowed to join. Not once. Every time he tried to step closer, one of them had shut him down with a sharp word or a mocking laugh. I should have felt sorry for him. Instead, something darker twist