All Chapters of RAW ECSTASY: A STEAMY COLLECTION : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The last of the clubhouse crowd had finally filtered out into the night. Bass still thumped through the walls from the speakers someone had left playing in the main room, a low heavy pulse that matched the beat of Amy’s heart. Lucas closed the door to the private back room and turned the lock with a solid click. The sound sealed them in.He was still wearing his leather cut, the president patch catching the dim light. Amy stood near the bed, pulse racing, the leftover adrenaline from the party mixing with something sharper. Lucas walked toward her without hurry, eyes dark and focused the way they got when he had already decided exactly what he was going to do.“Clothes off,” he said. Voice low. Absolute.Amy stripped. Jacket. Tank top. Jeans. Boots. Underwear. She left everything in a small pile on the chair. Lucas watched every movement. When she was naked he unbuckled the heavy belt from his jeans and pointed at the bed.“On your back. Wrists above your head.”She obeyed. The sheets

I had always known the way my body reacted whenever David looked at me. Kenny’s dad. Divorced. Older. Quietly dominant in every movement. The kind of man who never needed to raise his voice to make a room go still. For years I had hidden the crush behind jokes and quick glances but tonight everything felt different.The party at Kenny’s house had wound down past midnight. Most people had already left or passed out. Kenny was upstairs crashed hard after too many drinks. I stood by the front door waiting for a ride that was not coming when David appeared from the kitchen holding his keys.“Kenny’s out cold,” he said. “I’ll drive you home Lucy.”My name in his voice always hit low in my stomach. I nodded and followed him out to the dark driveway. The night air was cool against my bare legs under the short dress I had worn. He opened the passenger door for me like he always did then walked around and slid into the driver’s seat. The car smelled faintly of his cologne and leather.We drove

He shifted us onto our sides facing the same direction. His hard cock pressed against the curve of my ass already thick and ready. He lifted my top leg high and draped it back over his hip opening me completely. The blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance then pushed inside in one long smooth thrust. Even after last night the stretch made me gasp.“Fuuuuuuck you’re still sooo tiiight… aaaahhhhh…”He held still for a moment buried to the hilt letting me feel every inch. Then he started moving deep steady strokes from behind. The position let him go so far inside me that every thrust kissed the deepest part of my cunt. His hand stayed on my raised leg keeping me open while his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me flush against his chest.“This is how I wanted to wake you,” he growled. “Full of my cock first thing in the morning.”I pushed back to meet every thrust moaning long and sweet into the pillow.“Mmmmmmm yesssss David… you feel sooo gooood… you’re the best I’ve ever ha

They still did not let him finish. They kept switching, kept riding, kept using the vibrators, kept kissing above him while he licked and thrust and begged. Noah lost count of how many times they denied him. His wrists pulled at the cuffs hard enough to leave faint marks. Sweat soaked the sheets under his back. His cock was dark and dripping, so sensitive that even the air felt like too much.When the hour finally passed both women were flushed and breathing hard. Avia looked down at him, eyes dark with power.“Now we milk you. Load after load. And after every one you clean us with that tongue until we are satisfied.”She sank onto his cock again and rode him hard and fast, vibrator buzzing against her clit. Rose sat on his face and did the same. The dual stimulation after so much denial was overwhelming. Noah’s orgasm crashed through him almost violently. He flooded Avia’s pussy with thick ropes while he groaned into Rose’s cunt.“Ahhhh… fuck… ahhhh…”Avia kept riding him through eve

I had known for months that he watched me. Adrian. The hot older neighbor who lived across the hall in the building where the walls always felt too thin and the nights always felt too long. He was in his early forties tall and broad with dark hair that always looked a little messy and eyes that seemed to see straight through every polite smile I offered in the hallway.It started with small things. The way his gaze lingered when I unlocked my door after work. The way he always seemed to be coming home at the same time I did. The way his curtains stayed open just enough that I could feel him looking when I stood by my window late at night in nothing but an old t shirt. I never called him on it. Part of me liked the heat that spread low in my belly every time I caught him staring. Part of me wanted more.I started watching him back. I learned his schedule. Early morning runs. Late nights at the office. Quiet weekends when music drifted faintly through the shared wall. I imagined what hi