All Chapters of RAW ECSTASY: A STEAMY COLLECTION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

He shifted my legs higher over his shoulders changing the angle so every thrust went even deeper. The new position made him feel massive. I cried out at the intensity.“Aaaahhhhhh sooo deeep… fuck…”“Take it. This is what you’ve been craving every time you touched yourself at that window. Knowing I was watching. Knowing I wanted to bend you over and bury my cock in this tight hole.”He rubbed my clit with his thumb in firm circles matching the rhythm of his hips. The pressure built fast under the dual attack. My second orgasm of the night rose like a wave and crashed hard. My bound wrists pulled against the rope and a continuous moan poured out as my pussy clamped down around him.“Oooohhhhhh my god I’m cooomiiing… Adrian… mmmmmmph yesssss…”He fucked me through it never slowing. The overstimulation made me shake. When the pulses finally faded he pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made me whimper.“Not finished.” He moved down my body and settled between my spread thighs. The

I stepped inside and closed the door. My heart was still racing. I changed into a soft sleep shirt and climbed under the covers but sleep would not come. Every sound in the house felt amplified. The settling of old wood. The faint creak of someone moving down the hall.I was still awake when the door handle turned.Liam stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The soft click of the lock followed. He stood there for a moment letting his eyes adjust to the dark then walked to the side of the bed.“I couldn’t stay away,” he said quietly.I sat up. The sheet pooled around my waist. “I didn’t want you to.”He sat on the edge of the mattress. His hand found my cheek and tilted my face up. The first kiss was slow and careful as if he was giving me one last chance to stop him. When I parted my lips and kissed him back the careful part ended. His mouth claimed mine deeper tongue sliding against mine while his other hand slid into my hair.I moaned softly into the kiss.“Mmmmmmm Liam…”He

I watched her from across the open floor for the third time that afternoon. Claire. My assistant. Twenty eight years old and somehow the only person in this building who could make a simple black skirt and white blouse look like a problem I needed to solve. She sat at her desk outside my private office typing with that focused little frown she always wore when the numbers refused to line up. Every few minutes she would tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear and the motion pulled the fabric of her blouse just tight enough across her chest that I had to look away.I had hired her eight months ago. Competent. Quiet. Always on time. She never flirted. Never lingered in the doorway longer than necessary. That only made the wanting worse. I had spent late nights in this office with the door locked stroking myself while I thought about bending her over the very desk she worked at. I had imagined the sounds she would make. The way her thighs would tremble. The way she would look up at me w

“That’s it. Breathe. Feel how deep I am.” I held still, letting her adjust. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. “This is what I’ve wanted every time I walked past your desk. To bury my cock in you and make you take it.”I started to move. Slow deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside her. The desk was solid but I could already feel the faint shift of it under the force. Her moans filled the office long and dirty.“Oooohhhhhh yesssss… your cock feels sooo gooood… don’t stooop…”I kept the pace unhurried even though every thrust made my balls tighten. I wanted her to feel all of it. The stretch. The fullness. The way I claimed her one inch at a time. My thumb found her clit again and rubbed in time with my hips.“You’re going to come again,” I said. “On my cock this time. I can feel this cunt fluttering already.”“I’m close,” she gasped. “So clooose… aaaahhhhhh Daniel…”“Come for me. Soak my cock while I fuck this tight hole.”The second orgasm tore thro

The party had been loud from the moment I walked in. Music thumped through the speakers and the air smelled like spilled beer and perfume. Bodies packed the living room and spilled into the kitchen. I had come with a group of friends but somehow ended up near the drinks table alone when Ethan appeared at my side.Ethan. Tall. Broad shoulders under a dark shirt. The kind of quiet confidence that made people notice him without him needing to raise his voice. We had known each other for months through mutual friends. Always circling. Always stopping just short of something more. Tonight the circling felt different.He handed me a cold drink without asking. Our fingers brushed and the contact lingered a second longer than necessary.“You look good tonight Mia,” he said low enough that only I could hear over the music.I took a sip to hide the way my pulse jumped. “So do you.”His eyes dropped over my dress. Short. Soft fabric that clung to my hips and chest. I had chosen it knowing he wou