All Chapters of Thirty Dark Nights.: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sera.“Answer me.”Lena’s fingers keep circling my clit, slow and firm, while the strap stays buried deep. Her hips shift just enough to drag the toy against the spot that makes my stomach clench. I can still hear the low murmur of Mom’s TV through the wall. The door stays cracked. Light from the hallway cuts across the foot of the bed.“I don’t know.”“You do.” She presses two fingers lower and spreads the wetness around the base of the strap, then slides them back up to rub harder. “Your cunt’s squeezing me like it wants more. So tell me. You gonna come again right now, or do I leave this in you all night and make you hold it?”My hips rock back before I can stop them. The movement pushes the strap deeper and grinds her fingers against me. A small sound escapes. She clamps her free hand over my mouth.“Quiet. Mom just went to bed. You make noise and she comes back to check the door.”I nod against her palm. She keeps her hand there and starts thrusting again, short rolls of her hips

Sienna’s POV“Take the bottom, Sienna. He is taller.”Mom said it like she was solving a puzzle about towels and not like she was putting me in a bed two feet under the boy she married into. The bunks had arrived that afternoon, raw pine and cheap metal, squeezed against the wall so the guest room could stay perfect for when his father’s people visited. Cole stood in the doorway with his duffel still on his shoulder and looked at the top mattress like he had already decided it was his.“Yeah,” he said. “I will take top.”He did not look at Mom when he said it. He looked at me.I was eighteen. He was twenty-one and home for the semester because the dorms had flooded and his father was in Dallas for three weeks on a job that paid too much to turn down. Two years of being careful in the same house and now we had a room with a ladder and a story about space.Mom clapped her hands once, pleased with herself. “See? Practical. Guest room stays a guest room. Lights out by eleven. I have an ea

Sienna’s POV“Do not answer that yet. Come down.”I climbed off the top bunk with his come still sliding down my thigh and found him in the kitchen with my phone. Mom’s message glowed on the screen. Office. Beds this weekend. Privacy.Cole set the phone on the counter and caged me in with his arms, his mouth at my ear.“You are going to tell her no. Sweet. Tired of the subject. If she buys a bed and sticks me in the office the click means nothing. Type what I say.”I typed. The bunks are actually fine. I like having someone in the room. Office is a wreck. Do not spend the money. Love you.He read it. “Send.”I sent it. She hearted it. Okay baby if you are sure.Cole turned me around, lifted me onto the counter, and yanked my shorts down my legs before the screen went dark. He dropped to his knees on the kitchen tile, shoved my thighs wide, and put his mouth on me like the house being empty was a dare. His tongue dragged through the mess he had already left in me, slow then filthy, suc

MIA“You stayed in.”Cole’s voice comes from the doorway. I jump. The remote slips in my hand. Late afternoon light fills the living room. I am on the couch in the thin tank top I changed into after the kitchen, no bra, and the same tiny shorts. I told myself I would put on real clothes. I did not. My thighs are still sticky from earlier. I have been sitting here for hours pretending to watch TV while I thought about his hand on my leg.“I stayed in.” My voice is unsteady. “Like you said.”He walks over and sits on the cushion beside me. Close. His thigh presses against mine. He smells like soap and the coffee he has been drinking all day. The house is quiet. Mom’s absence makes every sound louder.“You changed.” His eyes move over the tank top. The fabric is thin enough that my nipples show through it. They tighten under his stare. “Still looks like you are testing me.”“I am not.”“You are.” He rests his hand on my knee. Warm. Heavy. I do not move it. “These shorts are the same ones

MIA“Ride me.”Cole’s voice is low against my ear. His fingers are still buried in me, slick with his cum and mine, curling slow. My body is heavy and loose from the two orgasms, but the ache is already sharpening again. I shift. He pulls his fingers out and rolls onto his back. His cock is hard against his stomach, shiny at the tip.I swing a leg over him and sink down. The stretch makes me gasp. He is still thick. Cum leaks out around him as I take him to the base. His hands grip my hips. I start to move, slow rolls at first, then deeper. Every downward stroke grinds my clit against him. He watches my face, then my tits, then the place where his cock disappears into me.“Look at you. Taking it like you were made for this.” His thumbs stroke my hips. “Faster.”I brace my hands on his chest and ride him harder. The wet sounds are loud. My thighs burn. He thrusts up to meet me, hitting deep. One hand leaves my hip and rubs my clit in tight circles. The orgasm builds quick. I come with