Todos los capítulos de Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Elias’s POV~ At the same time, I worked my thumb into her asshole, pushing past that tight ring, feeling her clench around me as I stretched her open, feeling her body try to accommodate the sheer filth of what I was doing to her. She was so full. So completely stuffed with me. "That's it," I groaned, my balls slapping against her clit with every filthy stroke, the sound was wet and rhythmic and filthy. "Take it. Take Daddy's thumb in your ass while he fucks your womb. You're so fucking tight around me, baby. So fucking perfect. This pussy was made for my cock. This body was built to be bred by me." I grabbed her hair and I pulled her head back, forcing her to look toward the cracked garage door. The streetlamp illuminated the side of her face, her ruined makeup, her swollen lips, her eyes glazed and desperate. "See that light?" I panted, my cock pounding her cervix, my thumb buried to the knuckle in her ass, my other hand wrapped in her hair like a leash. "Old man Henderson i

Sloane’s POV~ Then he leaned down and sucked it off, his mouth hot and demanding, his teeth grazing my fat, sensitive peaks until they were raw and red and throbbing. He bit down hard on my right nipple. I screamed. My back arched off the bed, the pain shooting straight to my clit like an electric current, making my pussy clench around nothing. He soothed it with his tongue, lapping at the bruised flesh, then bit the left one harder, marking me, bruising me, making sure I felt him for days every time a bra touched my skin, that’s if he ever let me wear one again. He fed me strawberries from his fingers, pushing them past my lips, his thumb lingering in my mouth so I could suck the juice off. Then he kissed me, tasting the fruit on my tongue while his hand slid between my legs and worked two thick fingers into my dripping pussy without warning. "You're going to take Daddy's cock in every hole today," he breathed against my mouth, his fingers curling inside me, pressing agai

Sloane’s POV~ The room was quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing. The air was thick, suffocating with the smell of sex, sweat, and that heavy, musky scent that always clung to us after he’d absolutely ruined me. I was draped across his heaving chest, my body completely, utterly wrecked. My inner thighs were sticky and raw, my skin throbbing and chafed from his beard, and every time I shifted even an inch, a dull, agonizing, delicious ache pulsed deep between my legs. His fingers were drawing lazy, soothing circles on my lower back. For a second, in the dark, I could pretend this was normal. That we weren’t living a twisted, disgusting lie. That he wasn’t my stepfather, and I wasn't the messed-up girl he couldn't stop destroying. Then my eyes drifted to the small clock on the nightstand. 2:14 AM. We had less than thirty hours left. Thirty hours until Vivian came back, until the real world crashed through the front door, and until he went back to pretending he w

Elias’s POV~ The next day ~ I heard her before I saw her. The sharp, angry click of her heels on the marble floor of the hallway. The furious rustle of fabric and the heavy, dragging sound of a suitcase. I was in the kitchen, pouring a coffee I didn’t even want, my head pounding from zero sleep and a night spent choking my own cock to the memory of her pussy. I didn’t even have to look up to know what was happening. Sloane was running. Again. I set the mug down slowly, my jaw locking so tight my temples throbbed. I listened to her fumbling with the lock on the front door, her breath coming in those sharp, furious little pants she got when she was about to do something stupid. "No," I said, my voice low, calm and deadly. The lock stopped. I heard her suck in a sharp breath, but she didn’t turn around. "Let me go, Elias," she bit out, her voice was shaking with rage and hurt. "I’m done. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not sitting in that room while you marry her." I

Elias’s POV~ I didn't give her time to think. Didn't give her time to run, or hit me, or say his name again. One second she was on the bed, her dress bunched around her waist, her panties shoved to the side, her pussy still dripping from the orgasm I'd ripped out of her with my fingers against the front door. The next second my hand was in her hair, fisting it so tight her scalp had to be screaming, and I was dragging her off the mattress. "Get on your knees," I snarled. "Elias—" "I said knees, Sloane." I shoved her down. Her knees hit the rug hard, the carpet burning her skin, but I knew she barely felt it. She was too busy staring at the bulge in my pants, at the thick, angry outline of my cock straining against the fabric, already leaking, already hard again just from choking her and tasting her cum on my fingers. My balls were heavy, full to the point of aching, sloshing with everything I hadn't dumped into her yet. What the fuck is wrong with me? She's my wif