LUSTFUL DESIRES [A Collection...] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

**TINY PENCIL**NORA."Give me the damn remote, Ethan."I lunged across the couch, but my arrogant stepbrother just held it higher, smirking like the smug bastard he'd been since the day our parents got married."Nah. I'm watching the game. You can suffer through sports like a normal person for once.""You are not normal," I shot back, climbing onto the cushions so I could reach. "You're a twenty-six-year-old man who still acts like the remote is a throne. Hand it over before I..."He yanked it out of reach again and I lost my balance, tumbling straight into his lap. My hands slapped against his chest. His free hand automatically grabbed my waist to steady me. For half a second we were both startled.Then that stupid smirk returned."Wow. Throwing yourself at me already? Desperate much?""I will end you," I growled, and the second his focus slipped I snatched the remote right out of his fingers."Ha!""You little..."I scrambled off him and onto the floor, curling around the remote li

NORA.Ethan picked up the finger-shaped toy, turning it slowly between his hands so I could see the slight curve and the raised ridges along the shaft.“This one looks friendly,” he said, voice full of fake thoughtfulness. “Not too big, not too small. Perfect for someone who spent the last ten minutes calling my dick a pencil.”“If you put that thing near me, I’m going to...”He dripped more lube over the toy, then pressed the tip right against my still-sensitive entrance. The second it touched me, I sucked in a sharp breath.“You’re going to what?” he asked, already pushing it in slowly. “Talk more while it disappears inside you? Because that’s what’s happening right now.”The toy slid in easier than I wanted to admit. The ridges dragged along my walls with every inch, and a broken little sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.“Ohh... fuck...”“There it is.” Ethan watched my face the whole time, smirking as he worked the toy deeper. “Look at you taking it so well. And you we

SUSAN."Ohh… fuck… right there, daddy—"Charles’s thick fingers curled deep inside me, rubbing that spot that always made my knees weak while his thumb worked my clit in tight, relentless circles. My forehead pressed against the cool wood of the guest-room dresser. I was already shaking, biting my lip hard so the sounds wouldn’t carry downstairs.“Quiet,” he growled against my ear, free hand covering my mouth. “Rita’s right downstairs. You want your best friend to hear how you get for her dad?”I whimpered into his palm. Three months of this and it still felt dangerously hot every single time.It started the night the three of us were in the sitting room. Rita had invited me over for movie night. We were on the big couch—Rita between us at first, then she got up to grab more snacks from the kitchen.The lights flickered once… then everything went black. Complete darkness. I felt Charles shift beside me. His thigh brushed mine. Then his hand landed on my knee. I should have moved. Inst

After the orgasm, Charles’s eyes darkened. Instead of letting me finish right there on the couch, he stood in one smooth motion, hands gripping my ass, and carried me into the kitchen like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside me the whole way. He set me on the cold marble of the kitchen island. The sudden chill against my bare skin made me gasp. He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty, then reached into the fridge. I watched, confused, as he poured a glass of cold milk. “Lie back,” he ordered. I did. He stepped between my thighs, pushed them wide apart, and tilted the glass. A slow stream of cold milk poured directly over my pussy, dripping down my folds, over my clit, running in white rivulets onto the counter. I shivered hard at the temperature contrast. “Daddy...” He didn’t answer with words. He bent down, spread me open with both thumbs, and dragged his tongue through the mess in one long, filthy lick. From my entrance a

I had fantasized about this exact moment more times than I could count—late at night with my hand between my legs, imagining Luke’s bigger hands, his deeper voice, the way he looked at me when he thought no one noticed. Now it was real. I was tied open on his son’s bed, and he was touching me like he already owned me. I wasn’t going to waste it. I pushed my hips up into his hand as much as the ankle cuffs allowed, giving him a clear, wordless yes. Luke’s eyes darkened. “You want this?” he asked. I nodded as hard as the gag and restraints would let me, a desperate muffled sound vibrating in my throat. He reached up and carefully unclipped the first nipple clamp. The sudden rush of blood made me cry out behind the gag—sharp, almost painful pleasure. Before I could even process it, his mouth closed over the swollen nipple and sucked hard. My back arched off the mattress. Cloud nine wasn’t strong enough. His tongue flicked and circled, then he sucked again, deeper, like he was tryin