All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING WET DREAMS - A FULL SERIES, ROMANCE COLLECTION.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aima's POVMy heart raced as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom. Finally! Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never looked at me twice. I'd have to settle for my rose and my fingers.But I dared not do that with my parents around because Lord! I was a loud screamer.Marcus, my twenty four year old stepbrother, was easily the hottest boy I'd ever seen. He's tall, with a deep velvety voice that made my pussy throb every single time We had lived together for five years since our parents married, but lately the tension between my legs when I looked at him had grown unbearable. I slipped into my bedroom, locking the door behind me, then I peeled off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Naked, I lay back on my bed, my fingers trailing down my stomach and finding the damp heat between my thighs. Hmm

Aima's POVMy body was still shaking from the last creampie, his cum leaking slowly from my swollen pussy to the sheets. I trembled as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two items, my pink rose vibrator and a pair of shiny nipple clamps.“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Drenched with desire for your stepbrother.”He leaned over me first, sucking hard and biting on my left nipple until it throbbed and the hardened bud became visible. Then I felt the cold bite of the clamp closed around it. I gasped sharply at the intense pinch, my back arching into him“Fuck! Marcus!”“Shhh. You can take it.” He repeated the process on my right nipple, clamping it firmly. The chain dangled between my breasts, tugging slightly with every breath and sending sharp sparks of pain-pleasure straight to my core. My nipples throbbed and throbbed.He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my whimpers. “Beautiful. Now let’s see how loud you get when I use this on that gre

Kane's POVI’ve been an electrician for fifteen years, and I thought I’d seen every kind of weird shit people hide in their walls. But nothing prepared me for what I found in Mrs. Elena Voss’s bedroom closet.She was a rich client, mid thirties with a classy style. She ran a consulting firm from home and controlled other multiple businesses. When she called about the lights going on and off in her home office, I showed up on time with my toolbox in hand, expecting to do a standard job and just leave. She'd greeted me at the door in a silk blouse and pencil skirt, her hair pinned up, looking every bit the professional that she is.But there was something nervous and hungry in her eyes when she showed me to the room.“Try not to make too much of a mess,” she said with a low sexy voice. “I have an important call in an hour.”I nodded and got to work. The issue was a loose wire behind a wall panel near her walk-in closet. I pulled the panel off and started tracing the line. That’s when

Sera’s POV“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, glaring at mum as she folded my pink sweater into the bag. “I’m not spending an entire weekend in some dusty cabin with Aunt Linda and her arrogant sons. Especially Caleb.”Mum didn’t even look at me. “Sera, honey, it’s a mini family reunion. Your aunt hasn’t seen you in like two years now, and the boys miss you. It’ll be good for you to go down there, you know, relax a bit.”“Good for me?” I laughed bitterly. “Caleb used to put dead rats on my sleeping mat, remember? And the last time I saw him he told me I looked like a ‘stuck-up librarian who needs to get laid.’ He’s an asshole, mum”She finally straightened, giving me that patient, guilt tripping smile she’d used on me for nineteen years. “He’s grown up, alright? You both have. And it’s only for three days. I already told your aunt we’re coming. Besides…” She brushed my hair back affectionately. “...you work too hard. You need some fresh air, no screens and good food. You’ll love it.

Ryan’s POVI heard mum’s voice calling me from the living room, but it sounded a little bit shrill than usual. “Ryan, honey? Can you come here for a second?”I set my phone down and went to meet her, trying to play it cool. For some strange reason, at twenty two years old, I've been fighting these twisted urges toward my own mother. My mum, Leila is forty two, but she still looked incredible, she looked better than some young girls to me, honestly.I'd always preferred older women.She had curvy hips, full breasts that were always visible in any blouse she wore, and that soft, inviting neck I’d stared at too many times. Divorcing my deadbeat dad had made her lonely and I hated that for my girl. If there was a way I could make her feel better…“Yeah, mum? What’s up?” I asked when I got to her room.She stood there holding a small velvet box, her supple cheeks already pink. “I bought myself a new necklace today, but I can't seem to figure out this clasp. Can you help me put it on?”I fe