All Chapters of Sinful Whispers: Forbidden Tales: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The temperature dropped fast once the sun disappeared. Even with the fire, the mountain cold cut through my layers. Ken noticed me shivering before I said a word. He disappeared into the tent and came back with a thick flannel shirt that smelled like pine smoke and clean laundry. “Put this on. Yours are damp.” He turned his back without being asked. I peeled off my sweat-soaked base layers with shaking hands and pulled his shirt over my head. It swallowed me, hanging to mid-thigh. When he turned around again, his eyes flicked once over my bare legs before he looked away. “You’ll sleep in the tent,” he said. “I’ll take the bivy outside.” “It’s your tent.” “You’re hurt. You need to stay warm and keep that ankle elevated. Discussion over.” His tone left no room for argument. I didn’t have the energy to fight anyway. He helped me inside. The tent was larger than it looked from the outside — two thick sleeping pads laid side by side, sleeping bags already zipped together into one

Ken carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing. He dropped me onto the mattress and followed me down, already hard again. The flannel shirt I was wearing didn’t last three seconds — he ripped it open, buttons scattering across the floor, and then his mouth was on my breasts, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, fingers tangled in his hair, still feeling the wet heat of his cum between my legs from the kitchen. “Look at you,” he muttered against my skin. “Already dripping with me and still greedy for more.” He shoved my thighs wide and thrust back inside in one smooth stroke. The stretch pulled a broken moan from my throat. Ken didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me deep and steady, the bedframe knocking against the wall with every snap of his hips. One hand pinned both of my wrists above my head. The other gripped my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “This cunt was made for me,” he growled. “So fucking tight. Taking every inch like a good gi

grey I felt him first. His fingers were rough, thick, and they moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my thighs tremble. I was on my back in our bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, and I couldn’t stop moaning. Every time his middle finger curled against that spot inside me, I gasped and gripped his arm. “Fuck, baby… just like that,” I whispered, voice already shaky. He didn’t answer with words. He just pulled his hand away, replaced it with his cock, and pushed inside me in one long, slow thrust. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed. He was so thick, so deep, stretching me open in a way that still made me feel full after everything we’d done. He stayed buried inside me for a moment, letting me adjust, then started moving. Slow at first. Deep. Each thrust dragged against my walls and made my toes curl. “Ahh… fuck,” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist. “Harder, Jack… please.” He gave me what I asked for. He fucked me harder, hips snapping against mine,

I walked into the office at 4:00 p.m. sharp. The waiting room was empty. I walked straight to the same exam room and sat on the padded table. My legs were still shaky from last week. My pussy felt raw and sensitive, but I was already getting wet just thinking about what was coming. The door opened. Dr. Harlan stepped in and closed it behind him. He didn’t look at me at first. He just locked the door, then turned around and sat on the stool between my knees. “Miss Grey,” he said, voice calm and cold. “You’re here for the follow-up.” I nodded. My mouth was dry. He leaned forward. His eyes dropped straight to my chest, then lower, to the front of my jeans. “Take everything off,” he said quietly. “I want you completely naked.” I swallowed. “Harlan, we just had the exam—” “I know.” He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly. “That’s why I need to do it again. Properly. This time in private.” I hesitated for only a second. Then I started taking my clothes off. Shirt first, then bra, then je

Three days after the threesome, I was still floating. Dr. Harlan had taken me to his desk, put the busty patient on top of me, and fucked us both at the same time. I could still feel the pressure of her heavy ass on my face, her thick pussy grinding against my tongue while he slammed into me. I had come so hard I squirted all over her. When he finally filled my pussy with his cum, I was shaking so violently I thought I would fall off the table. But that was three days ago. Now it was Sunday evening. My husband was coming home tomorrow. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my short house gown, heart hammering. The gown was barely a slip of black lace. It showed everything — my big, soft breasts, the curve of my waist, the swell of my ass. I had left it open in the front on purpose. I wanted him to see everything. When he arrived, the doorbell rang at 8:17 p.m. I opened the door in just the gown. His eyes went wide. He dropped the flowers on the floor and stepped inside