All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Marcus’s fingers stayed buried in me while the room went quiet. I drifted, half-asleep, still stuffed full of him—his cum leaking around those two fingers every time my body twitched. He didn’t pull them out. He just kept them there, slow and possessive, like he was making sure I stayed open for him even while I slept. I woke sometime later to the feeling of him moving behind me. The sky outside the windows was still dark. His cock was hard against my ass again. He pulled his fingers free—wet, filthy—and replaced them with the head of his cock in one smooth push. No warning. No lube this time beyond what was already inside me. I was loose enough that he slid in deep with almost no resistance, the stretch familiar and sharp at the same time. “Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered against the back of my neck, hips already rolling in slow, deep thrusts. “Kept thinking about how good you feel like this. How much of me is still in you.” I pushed back against him without thinking. My cock was ha

Lena“Stay quiet and I will answer her.”Jace’s hand stayed over my mouth, pressing the soaked panties against my tongue. His cock was still deep, thick and unmoving, stretching me open on the bathroom counter. Mom’s second knock had already faded. Her footsteps shifted on the hall rug, close enough that I could hear the basket handle scrape the wall when she picked it up.“Lena, I am taking the basket. If you need the dryer sheets they are on the machine.”I nodded once against his palm. Small. Careful. Jace’s eyes stayed on mine while he eased his hips back an inch and pushed forward again, slow enough that the counter only gave a soft creak. The drag of him inside me after I had just come made my thighs twitch. He felt it. His mouth curved.“Good girl,” he breathed, so low the words barely left his throat. “She is walking away. Keep those panties in your mouth until I take them out.”Mom’s steps moved toward the stairs. The basket bumped the railing once. Jace waited until the soun

“Bend over. Right now.” Kane’s voice cut through the dark kitchen. I froze with the fridge door half open, cold air hitting my bare legs. My sleep shorts were thin. Too thin for the way his eyes dropped straight to the curve of my ass. “Mom’s still asleep,” I whispered. My pulse jumped hard. “We can’t.” “We can.” He stepped in behind me and shut the fridge. His chest pressed to my back. One hand slid under my shirt and cupped my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it tightened. “You woke me up walking around like that. Shorts barely covering anything. You wanted this.” I shook my head but my body leaned back into him. “I was just getting water.” “Liar.” His other hand yanked my shorts down. They caught around my ankles. Cool air hit my bare pussy. He kicked my feet wider and bent me forward until my palms slapped the counter. “Stay still. Don’t make a sound.” His fingers dragged through my folds. I was already wet. He pushed two inside without warning and curled the

“Upstairs. Now. On your knees by the bed.”I stared at him. My shorts were already soaked through again. Two loads of his cum still leaking out of me, sticky and warm against my skin. The front door was locked, but Mom had just texted. She was coming back for her laptop. Four minutes.“Kane, she will walk in,” I said. My voice shook. “We can’t. Not upstairs. Not in your room.”“Then you should move faster.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the stairs. “Get on your knees. Mouth open. You have three minutes left if she hits every light.”I went. Every step made more of him drip down my thighs. The wet fabric of my shorts dragged and clung. By the time I reached his room, my legs were trembling. I dropped to my knees beside the bed like he said. The carpet was soft under me. His door stayed open. I could hear the house below.Kane walked in and shut the door most of the way. Not all the way. He left a crack. He stood in front of me and pulled his cock free. Still hard. Still wet

“Sit. Same chair. Do not wipe anything.”I walked downstairs on shaky legs. My shorts clung to me, cold and heavy. Three loads of Kane’s cum were still leaking out, soaking the fabric and running down my inner thighs in slow, sticky trails. Every step made it worse. The wet spot between my legs had spread so far the cotton looked dark and ruined.Kane followed me into the kitchen. He pulled out the chair and pointed.“Sit. Legs together. Act normal when she walks in.”I sat. The second my ass hit the wood, more of him pushed out. It soaked straight through and onto the chair. I pressed my thighs tight and tried not to shift. Kane leaned against the counter across from me, arms crossed, watching the stain grow.“Kane,” I whispered. “What house rules? What is she going to say?”“Does not matter.” His eyes stayed on my lap. “You are going to sit there and smile while my cum keeps sliding into your panties. That is the only rule that matters right now.”A car pulled into the driveway. My