All Chapters of Sin Soaked Nights: 100 nights erotica collections: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stacy lifted her head just enough to look at me. Her mouth was shiny and her chin wet. Her eyes held mine for a long second.“I don’t care,” she said, voice low but clear. “I’m not stopping Rose”Before I could answer...before I could even decide what I wanted to say...she dropped her head again and took my clit back into her mouth.The suction was harder this time, even better. A broken sound tore out of me before I could stop it. My hips jerked up against her face. Stacy held my thighs open and kept going, tongue working in tight circles while two fingers pushed deep inside me again.Hale watched.I saw him step fully into the storeroom. He didn’t close the door. He just stood there for a moment, eyes moving over us...over my bare legs spread wide, over Stacy’s head between them, over the way my bra still hung open and my breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. Then he reached for his belt.The sound of the buckle was soft but loud. He shoved his trousers and underwear down

I didn’t want to stop.His finger kept circling that small, swollen spot he had just named. My hips moved on their own, chasing the feeling. I held onto the shelf with one hand, the other still inside my shirt, fingers still resting against my hard nipple because I couldn’t bring myself to let go of that either.“This is your pussy,” he said again, quieter this time, almost like he was teaching me. His voice stayed low and steady while his other fingers slid lower.One of them pressed against the entrance I hadn’t known existed until today. He pushed inside slowly. The stretch made my breath hitch. It felt thick and foreign and good all at once. “And this,” he murmured, still rubbing that sensitive spot with his thumb, “is how you flick your fucking bean.”He moved the finger in and out. The wet sound of it filled the small space between the shelves. Every time he pushed deeper, the pressure inside me grew stronger. My knees trembled. I leaned harder against the shelf, afraid I migh

“I want to suck your cock so badly,” I said, the words coming out before I could second-guess them. My hand stayed pressed against the hard shape in his trousers, feeling it throb once under my palm.Señor Alvarez stared at me. His voice came out tighter than usual.“But Your parents...”“They’re gone for the day,” I answered quickly. “The workers are on the other side of the house. They can’t come in here without permission. And also this room is soundproof so you'll have nothing to worry about”Something shifted in his expression. The polite teacher mask slipped. He looked at my hand still resting on him, then back at my face. After a long second he gave a short nod.“All right then.”He stood.I stepped back just enough for him to push his trousers and underwear down in one motion. His cock sprang free...thick, heavy, already fully hard. It was bigger than what I had seen in the videos. Longer. The head was flushed dark and already leaking at the tip.I gasped.For a moment I just

Lori’s mother walked into the kitchen and pulled Kevin into a quick hug. “Missed you,” she said against his shoulder.Lori stepped through the doorway a second later. Kevin’s eyes found hers over her mother’s head. He smiled then slid one hand down and squeezed her mother’s ass right in front of her. The motion was casual, but deliberate enough that Lori felt the heat pool low in her stomach. She wasn’t angry. She only wished those fingers were on her instead.“Hey, Mom.” Lori kept her voice even.“Hi, baby. Help me with the bags?”“Sure.”They worked side by side, unpacking the groceries. Lori kept catching Kevin’s gaze across the counter. Every time her mother turned away she shifted just enough to brush her ass against the front of his jeans. The contact was light, brief, but clear. Kevin’s mouth curved into a smirk each time. He never moved away.When the last bag sat on the counter Lori turned to him. “Can you help me carry some of these to the storeroom?”“Yeah.”They stepped in

That night...I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, the house quiet except for the low murmur of voices from down the hall. Every time I closed my eyes I saw him again...Kevin’s hands pinning me to the storeroom wall, the thick stretch of his cock driving into me while my mother stood just outside the door. The memory alone made my thighs press together. I wanted him. Not just the memory. The real thing. I wanted the weight of him, the way he took control, the way he filled me until I couldn’t think. I wished I could have him every day...morning, night, whenever the house went still. The need was sharp enough to make my chest ache. I would do anything. Risk anything. The thought of getting caught only made the ache worse.My hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear. I was already wet. Two fingers slid easily between my folds, circling my clit before pushing inside. I bit my lip and worked them deeper, trying to recreate the stretch, the pressure, the way he had slammed into