All Chapters of VELVET DESIRES: Forbidden Collections: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Sit,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. I straddled him on shaky legs, knees sinking into the couch on either side of his hips. He held his slick cock upright as I lowered myself onto him, the fat head pushed against my entrance as I slid down. A broken whimper escaped my lips as I took every inch. He felt even bigger in this position, so deep I could feel him in my stomach. My pussy clenched tightly around his thickness as I bottomed out, my ass flush against his thighs. “That’s it,” Aaron groaned, head falling back against the couch. His hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into my skin. “Ride me, baby. Use my cock.” I started moving. Slowly at first rolling my hips, grinding on him in deep circles. He reached one hand up to squeeze my breast through my dress while the other stayed on my hip, guiding me faster. I picked up the pace, riding him harder, my tits bounced with every downward slam. I braced my hands on both sides of his head and fucked myself on his

The sound of his zipper echoed through the pouring rain. No, this can't be happening. The horrid thought made my eyes go wide as I tried to yank my head up but his large hands pushed my head down against the marble headstone.The impact of my head on the stone caused a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I didn't know if I'd bitten my tongue or my lip because I felt numb and detached, I couldn't feel anything.I felt the cold rain patter against my bare ass as he lifted my gown up and yanked down my panties. The wet fabric clinging onto my back as shame washed over me. The same gown I wore to mourn my father, and now his stepbrother was exposing me in it.“Please…” I begged as I clamped my thighs together, twisting my legs.Silas’s large hands went between my thighs trying to pry my legs open but I twisted them tighter. Suddenly a wet smack echoed through the rain, the impact of his palm on my ass stung, sharp and hot compared to the freezing rain, making me cry out.The throbbing heat o

His tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my clit, then swirled around the sensitive bud with filthy precision.“What___ who are you?!” I gasped, my voice breaking.He didn’t answer. Instead, he sucked my clit hard into his mouth, making my back arch off the cold floor. A moan slipped out before I could stop it, his tongue was relentless, licking and flicking my swollen clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside my sore pussy.“Stop… please!” I begged, twisting my hips, but the movement only pressed my pussy harder against his mouth.He groaned against my folds, the vibration sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through my body. I was still leaking Silas’s cum from earlier, and this stranger was licking it up like it was his.Tears burned my eyes. “I said stop!” I cried, trying to pull my wrists free, but the cuffs dug into my skin. My thighs trembled around his head as he fucked me deeper with his fingers, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. He finally

The stage lights burned down on my face as I tried to shield my face from the rays. It was “Feast Night” at The Den, it was their most depraved monthly event. And I had been chosen as the centerpiece.They displayed me like a broken toy on the raised circular platform in the middle of the main hall, my wrists and ankles were locked in thick leather cuffs bolted to the floor, forcing me in all-fours position with her knees spread painfully wide and my back arched. A thick metal ring gag stretched my mouth open as drool poured down my chin and onto the stage. The silver nipple clamps with teeth bit into my nipples, it was connected by a chain that tugged viciously every time I tried to move. A large vibrating plug buzzed deep in my ass and another powerful vibrator was taped directly over her swollen clit.My entire body felt like it was vibrating as more than thirty men surrounded the platform, drinks in hand, eyes hungry.The nightmare began without mercy.The first client, a massiv

It's been two years since I walked out of The Den on Damien’s arm. Two years of being his personal whore, his toy, his weapon in training. He had sculpted me to become colder, sharper and deadlier.I woke up in Damien’s massive bed, silk sheets tangled around my naked body. My wrists still bore faint red marks from the ropes he had used on me the night before. Damien’s large hand was possessively cupping my breast even in his sleep, his thumb lazily brushing over my nipple. I had learned to crave this, it was the constant reminder that I belonged to him completely.Because I did.He stirred behind me. His thick, heavy cock was already rock hard, pressing insistently against my ass. Without a word, he hooked my top leg over his hip, lined himself up and thrust deep into my pussy in one smooth, powerful stroke. I gasped sharply, still sore and sensitive from how brutally he had fucked me the night before.“Morning, my little whore,” he growled low in my ear, his voice rough with sleep