All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

My BDSM SubChapter 3Xavier King.I undressed myself with the same deliberate pace. His eyes followed every movement. When I stood naked in front of him I let him look. Then I backed him toward the bed and pressed him down.The first time I took him I did it with full attention. Oil from the bedside drawer. Slow preparation with my fingers while I watched every shift in his face. He tried to stay quiet at first. I made that impossible. Two fingers curled inside him, searching until I found the place that made his hips jerk and a broken sound leave his throat.“There. Feel how your body opens when I decide it will.”I added a third finger and stroked that spot again and again until his thighs trembled and his cock leaked steadily onto his stomach. Only then did I withdraw, coat myself, and settle between his legs.I pushed in with steady pressure, inch by inch, until I was buried fully. The tight heat of him pulled a low sound from my own chest. I stayed still, giving him the weight o

I Want To Claim My Younger Cousin Badly.Chapter 2I made a broken sound. He kept going until my thighs and the lower curve of my ass were hot and swollen. Only then did he set the belt aside.From his pocket he took a thick black silicone plug and a simple metal cock ring. The plug was already slick. He pressed it against me and pushed steady until it seated deep. The vibration started on low. The ring went on next, snug at the base of my cock, trapping everything.“Look at you,” he murmured, standing in front of me. “Hard and shaking already and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”The vibration climbed. My hips tried to lift off the chair and failed. He watched me fight it, one hand resting on the back of the chair, the other occasionally brushing the head of my cock just enough to make the edge sharper.“Tell me, how are you going to feel when you get home?” he asked.“I’m going to feel this for days,” I answered, voice rough. “Every time I sit. Every time I walk. I’m going to remember

Fucked in the shower for missing the game.Chapter 2Axel.I keep my eyes closed under the spray a few more seconds, letting the hot water run over my face. The door clicks shut behind me. Footsteps move across the wet tile. I already know the sound of those sneakers.“Turn around,” Connor says.I shut the water off and wipe a hand over my eyes before I face him. He stands a few feet away, still in his jersey, arms crossed. The other two guys from earlier are gone. The bathroom is quiet except for the drip of a faucet.“What do you want, Connor?”“Answers.” He takes a step closer. “You cost us that game. You know it. I know it. Everyone on that bench knows it.”I grab my towel from the hook and wrap it around my waist. “I missed some shots. It happens.”“Not like that. Not when we needed them.” His voice stays low but tight. “You were late on every rotation in the last three minutes. You let their guard blow by you twice. And those open threes? You make those in practice with your eye

Dick For MeChapter 1Hadrian.I sat behind my desk in the evening. It was already getting really dark. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, and that familiar pause before he knocked.“Come in, Camden.”He stepped through and I watched his face as I reached past him and turned the key. He stood there in his jeans and old t shirt, hands loose at his sides, trying not to look nervous.“Sit,” I said, nodding at the chair in front of me. He sat. I stayed quiet a moment, just looking at him. Twenty three years old and still living half under my roof. I folded my hands on the desk.“You know why I called you in.”He shifted. “I can guess.”“Don’t guess. Tell me what you think this is about.”Camden’s eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to mine. “The money. And the stuff around the house.”“Start with the money.”He rubbed the back of his neck. “I used the card. I know I wasn’t supposed to.”“You used it three times last week. Four hundred and sixty dollars on things I never approved

Dick For MeChapter 3Hadrian.I stopped everything at once. Mouth gone. Fingers still. Plug unmoving. The denial hit him clean. He groaned into the wood.“Not yet,” I said. “You hold it.”I took the tight cocksleeve from the drawer, warmed it in my hand, and slid it over him in one smooth motion. It gripped every inch. I worked it in long measured strokes, never fast enough to let him finish, always easing off the second his breathing told me he was near.“You’re leaking already,” I murmured. “That’s what happens when you try to carry everything alone instead of telling me. The money. The car. All of it. You make it worse for yourself.”“I know,” he got out. “I’m sorry.”“I know you are. But sorry isn’t the lesson. This is.”I kept the sleeve moving, slow and relentless. Every time he climbed too high I backed off, let him drop, then started again. His arms strained against the straps. His legs trembled. The plug made every shift feel larger than it was.“Please,” he whispered once.