Todos os capítulos de MY PLEASURE, SIR! : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Jake fucked me like a man possessed, his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy over and over again with brutal force. Every powerful thrust made my body jolt forward against the cold granite counter. My heavy tits were squished flat beneath me, my hard nipples scraping painfully against the stone as he railed me without mercy. The wet, sloppy sounds of his massive dick stretching my married cunt echoed loudly through the kitchen, mixing with my uncontrollable moans.I could not believe how good it felt. His cock was so much thicker and longer than Mark’s. It hit places deep inside me that I had never felt before, pounding against my cervix with every savage stroke. My pussy juices were gushing out around his shaft, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the floor beneath us. I was a complete mess, bent over like a cheap whore while my husband sat just rooms away, completely unaware.“Fuck yes,” Jake growled, his strong hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I would have bruises l

The moment I spoke those words, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted. It felt as though the very air grew thicker, heavier with anticipation and raw hunger. Lucian’s emerald eyes darkened with unmistakable approval. The other vampires surrounding us leaned in slightly, their movements graceful yet predatory, like wolves circling a willing lamb who had just begged to be eaten. “Then we shall begin properly,” Lucian said, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated straight through my chest. He took my hand in his cool grip and led me toward a wide, arched doorway that opened into a more intimate chamber. The others followed without a word. Elias with his mischievous grin, Seraphine with her fiery hair cascading like blood over her pale shoulders, Viktor’s powerful frame moving silently, and Damien whose dark gaze never left the pulse beating frantically in my throat. The room they brought me to was breathtaking in its decadence. Heavy crimson velvet drapes covered the tall wind

The next night came far too slowly. I spent the daylight hours in a luxurious guest room deep within the mansion, my body still humming with residual pleasure and the faint metallic aftertaste of vampire blood on my tongue. The ancient essence they had given me had healed most of the bite marks, leaving only faint silvery scars that tingled whenever I touched them. My skin felt more sensitive, my senses sharper. Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper promises of what awaited when darkness fell again. When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a soft knock sounded at the door. A human attendant, elegant and silent, entered with a fresh gown. This one was even more revealing than the last, deep crimson silk that clung to my curves and featured a plunging neckline that left my throat and the upper swells of my breasts completely exposed. The fabric whispered against my skin as I dressed, already stirring fresh arousal between my thighs. I knew they would smell it the moment I s

The silence that fell over the ritual chamber was absolute and suffocating. The last few candles sputtered weakly, casting long, grotesque shadows across the black marble altar where my lifeless body lay completely exposed and bound by the velvet-lined cuffs.My limbs were spread wide, frozen in the final position of surrender. Deep, vicious bite marks riddled every inch of my pale skin: savage punctures on my throat that looked like they had nearly torn through muscle, angry wounds on both breasts, brutal bites along my inner thighs where the femoral arteries had been ravaged, and smaller but numerous marks on my wrists, shoulders, and hips.Thick rivers of dried blood streaked my body like macabre war paint, mixing with the sticky, glistening remnants of hours upon hours of brutal fucking. Cum from all five of them had dried in crusty trails across my stomach, thighs, and breasts. My dark hair was matted and tangled, my eyes wide open and glassy, staring sightlessly at the vaulted

The moment Jess called “action,” the warehouse shrank to nothing but the couch, the lights, the camera lens, and him. I walked toward Marcus exactly the way the script demanded: slow, hips rolling with fake confidence, sheer robe slipping off one shoulder like I’d practiced in the mirror a hundred times. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure the boom mic picked it up. Every step made my lace panties rub against my swollen clit. I was already soaked. I had been soaked since the second I recognized his voice behind the mask. He sat sprawled on the grey leather like he owned the room. Legs wide. One arm draped along the back of the couch. The black boxer briefs did nothing to hide how thick and hard he already was. The outline of his cock pressed obscenely against the fabric. The head was clearly defined. A dark wet spot spread at the tip. He watched me approach with that same lazy, predatory tilt to his head he used to give me when I came downstairs in sleep shorts and a tank t