All Chapters of Sin Soaked Nights: 100 nights erotica collections: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I woke up alone the next morning with the sheets still smelling like sex and the ache between my legs reminding me of every deep stroke from the night before.I stepped out onto the balcony in nothing but a thin silk robe, the cool air brushing over my bare thighs. Last night replayed in my head without mercy...the way he’d held my wrists behind my back, the wet sound of him fucking me, the way he’d filled me until I came around him. I still didn’t know his name. That thought alone made something restless twist low in my stomach. I missed the weight of him already. Missed how he’d looked at me like he wanted to ruin me again."I really hope he will come today like we plan"I muttered...Down below, the front gate opened. My husband walked out with his laptop bag, same routine as always. No glance up at the balcony. No goodbye. He hadn’t spoken a single word to me since the night he walked in and found the dildo on the bed. I rolled my eyes and watched him climb into the car without loo

I felt the smile tug at my own lips before I could stop it. One thick black cock had already ruined me. The thought of two...filling me, stretching me, taking turns or using me at the same time...made heat flood between my thighs.“What? That’s ridiculous,” Gerald snapped.It wasn’t ridiculous. It was perfect.I looked at both of them, voice steady even though my heart was racing.“Both of you… get on the bed.”I said.......We were on the bed.I looked between them, pulse already loud in my ears. “So… how does this work?”A warm hand slid under my top and cupped my breast, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple. The robber leaned in close, voice low against my ear.“Just chill… and let us do the work.”His mouth found the side of my neck, slow open-mouthed kisses trailing down while his fingers kept teasing my nipple. I tilted my head to give him more room, already breathing faster.He pulled my top up and over my head in one smooth motion, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

The girls kept kissing and moaning like I wasn’t even in the room. Soft, wet sounds mixed with the hiss of the steam. One of them gasped when the other’s hand slipped between her thighs. I stood up so fast the wooden bench scraped under me.I went straight to the door and knocked hard.Nothing.I tried the handle. Locked.“Seriously, Claire?” My voice came out sharper than I meant. I knocked again, louder. “Claire? The door’s locked.”Silence. Just the low moans behind me and the thick heat pressing against my skin.I turned back. The two women hadn’t even paused. The taller one had the shorter one’s thigh over her lap now, fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. They looked completely unbothered.“What the fuck is happening…” I whispered.Then it hit me.My body felt wrong in the best possible way. Heat that had nothing to do with the steam flooded straight between my legs. My pussy clenched hard, sudden and empty, like it was aching for something that wasn’t there yet. I was soak

He parted my cheeks with one hand. The other, slick with oil, traced a slow circle around my hole. I tensed for half a second...then the tip of his finger pressed against me and began to push inside.“Oh...”The sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. He didn’t rush. His thick finger sank deeper in one continuous, oily slide, stretching me open with careful pressure until it was buried to the knuckle. My hips twitched against the table. Another soft moan left me as he started to move...slow, deep strokes that made the oil squelch His finger kept moving inside my ass...slow, deep strokes that made the oil squelch softly with every push. My hips rolled back against his hand without permission. Another quiet moan slipped out of me.Then his free hand slid up my spine and rested between my shoulder blades.“Turn over for me,” he said, voice low. “On your back.”I did as he asked, rolling carefully so his finger slipped free. Cool air touched the front of my body for only a second

His fingers kept moving inside me under the water. They started slow, then pushed deeper, curling against the spot that made my knees weak even while I floated. Warm water lapped at my breasts with every shift of my body.I gripped the tiled edge with one hand. The other stayed wrapped around his cock, stroking him in the same rhythm he used on me.He took his time.He stayed close, chest almost against mine, and let his mouth travel. Open kisses moved down the side of my neck and lingered there. His tongue tasted the water on my skin. Then he went lower, across my collarbone and over the upper curve of my breast. He kissed every inch he could reach above the surface before dipping under just enough to take my nipple into his mouth again.The suction grew stronger. His tongue circled the peak while two fingers kept pumping in and out of me. Each curl sent another rush of heat through my lower belly. The water quieted the sounds, but I still heard the soft slick noise of his hand betwe