Todos los capítulos de Twisted: An Erotic Collection : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Maria’s hips brushed against him in a slow, deliberate grind as she stretched up on her toes, the feather duster forgotten in her hand. The hard line of Alexandro’s body was impossible to ignore the heat of him pulsing right through the fabric of his trousers, the rigid proof of his restraint pressed firmly against the curve of her ass. She shifted again, slower this time, letting the fabric of her skirt ride higher, letting him feel every inch of the deliberate contact she offered.His control shattered there and then , a low animalistic escaping his lips.One second she was teasing, in a flash , the next his hands were all over her, rough and hasty. He spun her around, slamming her back against the tall wooden shelves with enough force to shake the heavy books behind her. The duster dropped loudly onto the floor. His mouth crashed onto hers, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past her lips , barging into her mouth like he owned her very breath. Maria moaned right

Alexandro carried her right through the private wing without breaking his stride, moving with that long, sure pace that didn't leave room for argument. Maria’s bare thighs were still clamped tight around his hips, trembling slightly, the wet heat of their last round still slick between them. Every step he took rubbed her right against the hard wall of his stomach. She just buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in that sharp, heavy mix of sweat and sex that clung to his skin.He didn’t say a word. He just hauled open a heavy door at the end of the dark hall and stepped inside, letting it swing shut behind them.The room felt completely different, cooler, darker, the air heavier. Thick, dark carpeting swallowed the sound of his boots entirely. A massive bed took up most of one side, but Maria’s eyes went straight to the far wall. Heavy steel rings were bolted right into the brick. There was a padded bench, neat loops of black leather rope hanging up, and a low ca

The words barely left my lips, Alexandro didn’t give me a single second to catch my breath.Before my brain could even register that we’d stopped moving, he rolled me over onto my back in one smooth, dominant motion, settling his massive weight squarely between my thighs. My body was still trembling from the last brutal climax, my skin thoroughly marked, sensitive, and aching all over, yet the second his thick, heavy length, already stiffening up all over again, brushed right against my entrance, my hips arched up off the mattress to meet him on pure, desperate instinct.There was no more teasing. No more games. No more holding back.He drove straight into me in one long, devastatingly deep thrust that ripped a broken, breathless sound right out of both of our throats.The pace didn't build; it was immediate, feral, and relentless from the jump.He fucked me hard, fast, and deep, the heavy wooden bedframe slamming rhythmically against the wall with every single p

His father left town for a three-day conference a few weeks later and the second the front door shut, Jake found her in the living room. Elena was still in her silk robe, coffee in hand, her hair still messy from sleep. She looked up. “He’s gone.” “I know.” She set the mug down on the table. “Come here.” Jake crossed the room as she opened the robe, and let it fall, standing there in all her naked glory for his hungry eyes to devour, that neat patch of hair between her legs already glistening. “I’ve been wet since last night,” she said. “Thinking about your fingers and about your cock.” Jake grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. “Are you ready to take it?” “I’ve been ready for days.” She reached down, shoved his sweatpants lower, and wrapped her hand around him. “Fuck, you’re thick. Heavier than I expected.” He groaned. “Go to my bedroom. Now

Out of all the nights, why did his father decide they should have a proper dinner together that Saturday? He was gonna hang out with some friends but turns out, he'll have to sit across from his father and pretend he hasn't been fucking his wife. Jake sat besides Elena at the table. His father was at the head, talking about a new project at work and asking Jake when he planned to start applying for jobs. Elena had cooked a really delicious meal. She wore a soft sweater dress that stopped mid-thigh. Jake’s foot found hers under the table first and she didn’t pull away. His father kept talking. “You got the degree son, you just need to get out there and start interviewing. There's no point sitting around the house.” “Yeah,” Jake said absentmindedly. “I’ve been looking.” His hand slid under the tablecloth and it found Elena’s thighs were already slightly open. He brushed his