All Chapters of Endless Euphoria and Wet Temptations (An erotica collection): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Loren’s POVHis head snapped to the table, and I watched as his shoulder slumped and his eyes almost became teary again.I lifted my bum and sat on his cock in one motion.His head snapped back to me immediately.“Ignore the call and focus on me, Baby.” My ass rose and fell in a rhythm that left no space for thoughts that don't involve me. “I will call the person back when I'm done with you.” Each slam of my soft bum punched the air from his lungs, and the wooden legs of the chair creaked beneath us. “I’m yours… only yours…” I loved him like this: ruined, open, and vocal. “Yes, you’re mine only.” My hands clamped his shoulders for leverage. “I’m nothing… just take me… take everything… my heart, my soul, my mind… take it all…” The words almost made me laugh, but I swallowed the sound. He was drunk on sensation, and I wanted every drop of that intoxication for myself. I leaned forward so my breasts slapped lightly across his face, then arched and began to bounce in earnest.

Shannon’s POV I needed air. The wide side corridor looked empty enough to hide from the smiling crowd for a few minutes. I shoved the service door open and stopped dead in my tracks.Elise stood locked in a deep kiss with her makeup artist. The woman’s hands rested on Elise’s waist like they belonged there. Neither of them noticed me at first.When Elise’s eyes opened and found me, she didn’t shove the woman away. She only eased back a little, still holding her hand."You're—" My voice came out thin as my eyes darted between them.I had thrown away the only person I loved for this marriage, and here is my bride kissing another woman without a single flinch of guilt.Elise’s voice stayed soft. “You weren’t meant to walk in on that.” She glanced at the woman beside her, then back at me. “This wedding is a cover for both of us. I thought you already knew.”The taller woman stepped aside and looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Her lip curled just enough to

Shannon’s POVShe dragged another chair across the floor, the four wooden legs scraping softly, and then she sat. One leg crossed over the other with the remote resting loosely in her fingers. I remain open and getting my g-spot fucked right in front of her. Sweat already ran down my temples and into my hairline; my chest rose and fell too fast. Every few seconds the massager inside me changed rhythm, the slow deep pulses pressing hard against the spot that made my toes curl, then sudden sharp bursts that forced broken sounds out of my throat. My cock kept swelling inside the tight sleeve, the ring at the base keeping every drop of cum trapped. It twitched and leaked in thin, clear strings that stretched down, staining my thighs and leather sofa. I tried to breathe through the hot pleasure; I tried to ride each wave, but her eagle eye caught everything. She simply watched and adjusted the dial whenever my body started to adapt. “Mnng… mnm…” The sounds slipped out no matter how

Shannon's POV“Only…you." I tried to answer her while eating her cunt, but the words came out muffled and slurry.She pressed my face harder, smearing herself across my mouth and chin. I kept licking, fingering her, my free hand cupping one breast, pinching the nipple in between fingers, and sliding back down to grip her thigh. I moved left and right, up and down, on her pussy, shaking my head vigorously to flick her folds until she whimpered and gripped more of my hair.The speed of the vibrator on my cock didn't stop either, and the massager inside me rammed the exact angle that made his thighs shake every passing second. My eyes watered and rolled back, but I licked deeper, fucking my tongue into her the way she liked, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking, making sure I made a popping sound every time.“Nnnng… Who do you love?” She asked another question.“You—” I gasped against her when she let me breathe for a brief second. “I love you so fucking much, Loren.”*She's so

Victor’s POVIt had been six months since I signed the divorce papers. Six months since my ex-wife and I finally stopped pretending we loved each other, six months since I walked away from the life my grandfather had carefully chosen for me. I should have felt free by now. Instead, freedom had left me with a strange emptiness I hadn't known how to fill.I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere far enough from the family, the questions, and the constant reminder of everything I had done wrong. So, for the first time in years, I drove to the one place I had spent years avoiding: The Bramble Ridge.I left my house in the early evening, when the sky had already turned the color of old pewter. By the time I reached the property, the sun was sinking behind the trees, spreading a heavy orange glow across the field. I parked near the house and shut off the engine, but I remained behind the wheel for a moment, staring through the windshield.The Bramble Ridge still stood exactly where I remembered