All Chapters of Sin Soaked Nights: 100 nights erotica collections: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mark tried to pull back the second he realized what had happened. His cock slid free of her wet heat...only for Nikki to shift her weight and take him straight back inside.“Uh… uh...” The soft, startled sounds left her throat every time the thick head pushed in again.He gripped her hips, meaning to stop it. Instead his body betrayed him. Another shallow thrust. Then another. The tight, slick grip of her pussy kept swallowing him, and every time he tried to ease out she seemed to rock just enough to take him deeper.“Oh fuck this,” Mark muttered.He stopped fighting it. Both hands settled firmly on the soft curve of her hips, holding her in place as he drove forward in one long, deliberate stroke. The full length of his cock sank into her until his hips met the warm press of her ass. Nikki’s moan broke louder this time, higher, the sound muffled against the closet door."Fuck Nikki"He pulled almost all the way out, felt the cool air on his shaft for half a second, then thrust back i

Nathan’s hand tightened on the back of Ellie’s head and pushed her down harder. She gagged immediately, the thick head of his cock forcing its way deeper into her throat. Spit spilled from the corners of her mouth in thick strings. She tried to pull back for air, but he held her there a second longer, letting her choke and sputter around him before easing up just enough. Ellie recovered and kept sucking, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, the messy wet sounds louder now."Damn that was good "He whispered He finally pulled her off by the hair. A long strand of spit still connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. Nathan hauled her up and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he spun her around without warning and bent her forward over the edge of the bed. One hand stayed on the back of her neck, keeping her down.He yanked her shorts down to her knees. The thin fabric of her panties came into view. Without hesitation he gripped the material and tore it op

My hands slid slowly up his legs under the long black fabric of his cassock. The material was heavy enough to hide me completely if I stayed low. His cock was already hard when my fingers wrapped around it...thick, warm, twitching the second I touched him. He kept his eyes forward, lips still moving like he was deep in prayer, but the muscle in his thigh jumped under my palm.I stroked him once, slow, from base to tip, feeling how stiff he already was. Pretending not to like it. His breathing hitched, but he turned the sound into another murmured line of prayer. Around us the circle kept going, voices rising and falling, no one looking down.I shifted closer on my knees, the stone floor cold through the thin dress, and guided the head of his cock past my lips. Just the tip at first. I rested it on my tongue and dragged it back and forth, tasting the clean skin and the first bead of wetness. He groaned...soft, almost swallowed...then immediately stretched the sound into a longer “Amen

My hand stayed on her breast, fingers spreading over the soft weight of it, feeling the stiff peak press into my palm through the thin nightgown. Mary’s breath hitched louder. Her body was tense under me, but she didn’t push me away.Dawn she was better than I expected...“This is wrong,” she whispered. The words came out shaky, pleading for me like a good girl she wasI leaned closer, my other hand sliding up to cup her other breast, thumbs brushing both nipples in slow circles. They were already hard. I could feel her heartbeat racing under my palms.“oh baby.... it Doesn’t feel wrong,” I murmured against her ear. “its feels fucking amazing. Don’t fight it baby.”I squeezed gently, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and watched the way her lips parted on a quiet gasp. "Oh my heavens"Her eyes were wide, conflicted, dark with something she didn’t want to name. I didn’t give her time to argue again.Quickly I brushed my mouth against hers...just a light press at first. When she

I slowly reached for the front of my husband's trousers, fingers brushing the fabric, but he caught my wrists and gently pushed them away.“Not right now, honey. I had a long day at work.”His voice was flat, tired. The same tone I’d heard too many times before. There was always something...meetings, deadlines, headaches, early mornings. Always a reason.“But we haven’t done anything for weeks,” I said, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck. My lips lingered there. He didn’t tilt his head. Didn’t make a sound. Just stayed still under my mouth.“I have to sleep early. Tomorrow’s going to be another long one. I’m sorry, baby.”He tugged the sheets higher and rolled onto his side, facing the wall. The mattress shifted under his weight, then settled. That was it. Conversation over.Something sharp and frustrated rose in my chest. I wasn’t ready to let it go.“No. I’m not going to let you just sleep.” I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him once, harder than I meant to. “Talk to me.”H