บททั้งหมดของ 100 DRIPPING WET DREAMS - A FULL SERIES, ROMANCE COLLECTION.: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Damien's POV Three weeks had slipped by since Kimberly officially started, and the house no longer felt like it was held together by sheer willpower alone. Mornings had taken on a new rhythm. I stood at the kitchen counter nursing my coffee as sunlight filtered through the windows, watching her move with that effortless grace that had already become familiar.“Lucas, shoes on the right feet today, buddy,” she called gently from the hallway, her voice carrying that bright cheer even at seven in the morning. Loki bounded down the stairs first, backpack half-zipped, while Lucas trailed behind clutching his dinosaur.Kimberly knelt to help Lucas with his Velcro straps, her sundress pooling softly around her knees. “There we go. Triceratops approves,” she said, tapping the stuffed toy. Lucas beamed up at her with an open trust that made my throat tighten.I set my mug down. “Boys, listen to Kimberly today. No trading lunches at school.” My tone was calm but carried the quiet authority I’d

Alex's POV I couldn’t look away.Emma’s hips rolled in sensual circles matching the movement of her fingers. Her eyes were steady on me now, wide and glassy with lust as she realized I’d been watching the whole time. That realization seemed to push her right over the edge. Her thighs clenched hard around her hand, her back arched sharply off the couch, and she came with a broken, throaty moan that went straight to my cock.“Fuck…” I breathed.My dick was rock-hard now, straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jersey shorts. I could feel the wet spot where precum had already leaked through. I stood there for another few seconds, just drinking in the sight of my stepsister trembling through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy glistening, her chest heaving.Then I moved.I crossed the room slowly, giving her time to react, but she didn’t try to cover up. Instead, her legs parted a little wider as I approached the edge of her bed.“This is what you like, huh?” I asked, pa

Mark's POVThe phone clattered onto the nightstand as Lisa hung up on our kids mid-sentence. Her body was still trembling on the bed, with her knees spread, that thick vibrating plug buzzing mercilessly inside her ass. The low setting had already turned her into a leaking, whimpering mess, but I wasn’t nearly done. Not even close.I stood over her, cock rock-hard again despite the brutal elevator fuck and the load I’d painted across her back earlier. “Look at you,” I murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Moaning like a whore on the phone with our children listening. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”She nodded frantically, her face buried in the sheets, her hips twitching involuntarily against the relentless vibrations. “Yes… Sir. Please…”That word, Sir, sent a fresh surge of dominance through me. We’d played plenty of risky games before, but tonight I wanted to push her into the abyss. The suitcase in the corner held everything I’d packed for this exact purpose: the heavy leather

Anderson's POVLady had carried me to this private room that was void of every form of lightings except candle sticks.My knees pressed into the thick cushion she had placed for me, the temporary leather collar warm and snug around my throat. I could still feel the ghost of her arms from when she carried me here, she was strong and carried me effortlessly, I was even surprised she could do that.My heart hammered against my ribs as I knelt before her, aware of the small circle of witnesses seated in hushed reverence around us. Five trusted members of her community were present, their faces calm and respectful in the soft glow. They weren’t here to judge. They were here to witness.Lady stood tall above me, elegant and commanding in a deep crimson gown that clung to her curves. At forty-two, she was a vision of mature power, poised, experienced and utterly in control. I was twenty-eight, her gardener once, now trembling on the edge of total surrender.“Anderson,” she said, her voice lo

Elias’s POVI woke up with leather around my throat and my mother’s scent everywhere. The collar was snug, not choking but impossible to ignore. My cock throbbed painfully, still hard from last night’s endless teasing.Memories crashed over me. Dad’s funeral, the rain, Mom’s body grinding against me while she whispered things that made my brain feel like it was melting.Victoria—no, Mommy—lay beside me, watching with those stormy grey eyes that looked so much like mine. She was naked except for a sheer black robe that did nothing to hide her full breasts or the curve of her hips. Even as 38, she looked more desirable than any girl my age. That thought alone made shame burn in my chest.“Morning, my sweet boy,” she purred, tracing a finger along the collar. “How does it feel to wake up where you belong?”I sat up quickly, my head spinning. “This is insane. You killed Dad. You… you touched me. I can’t—”“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, then replaced it with a slow, deep kiss. H