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Sinful Nights: A filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Novel Cover

Sinful Nights: A filthy Collection of Erotic Stories

He cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her top, his thumb circling her already hard nipple. “These are begging for my mouth.” He tugged the neckline of her tank top down until her bréasts spilled free, the cool air making her nipplés pebble even tighter. Liam bent his head, his hot mouth closing around one swollen peak, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed with a strangled cry. His teeth scraped lightly, then his tongue soothed the sting, each flick sending jolts of heat straight to her core. When the lights go out, the sins begin. Sinful Nights isn’t one story it’s many. A collection of erotic tales where men command, women surrender, and pleasure is the only law.If you are looking for dirty mature filthy stories, you are in the right place. From breathless foreplay to raw, dirty release, these nights are anything but innocent. Slip under the sheet and let the sins consume you.
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Chapter 3

Fúck with The Stranger Upstairs part 3

Her nails dug into the sheets her head tossing back as her body betrayed her completely. The pressure of his thumb sent waves of heat spiraling through her every nerve in her body alive with need. She tried to hold on tried to slow down but when she pressed harder dragging the soaked fabric aside to stroke her bare swollen clit directly she shattered with a strangled cry.

Her orgasm hit her like lightning her pússy pulsing violently around nothing soaking his hand as her legs trembled uncontrollably. She clawed at his shoulders gasping for air as pleasure ripped through her in waves.

But Liam hadn’t even started with her yet. He shoved her panties aside completely spreading her thighs wide with his rough grip. His fingers slid lower teasing her entrance before plunging inside with brutal precision. Maya’s scream tore through the room her back arching off the mattress as he fúcked her with his fingers curling them deep inside until he found the spot that made her see stars.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was more possession than affection. His tongue claimed her mouth with the same ruthless hunger as his fingers claimed her pússy the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room in obscene harmony with her moans.

When he pulled back his lips were slick with her taste his eyes blazing down at her like he had waited years for this.

“I’m going to ruin you, Maya” he promised darkly his voice a growl of pure lust. “And you’re going to beg me for more.”

Maya fell back against the pillows her chest rising and falling as Liam hovered above her like a predator savoring the moment before the kil. The sheet had slipped from her grip leaving only the thin cotton of her tank top and the heat of his body. His eyes burned into her trailing from the curve of her breasts to her wide open legs and the smirk that curled his lips made her pulse skip.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered his voice low but sharp enough to leave no room for disobedience.

Her breath caught her body trembling at the command. For a second she hesitated shame and nerves warring with the throbbing ache between her thighs. His hand moved to her chin tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look into his eyes.

“I said hands above your head now.

The authority in his tone sliced through her hesitation. Slowly she lifted her arms and laid them above her head her fingers curling into the shets as if to anchor herself. Liam’s smirk deepened apprval flashing in his eyes.

“Good girl.”

His hand slid down her throat presing lightly against the delicate column not enough to hurt but enough to remind her who was in control. He lingered there as his lips brushed the sh.ell of her ear. “You’ve been touching yourself for me moaning for me and now you’re going to let me have every sound that you bring out. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered her voice breaking.

“Yes, what?” he growled.

“Yes… sir,” she breathed the word slipping out instinctively. Her pússy clenched hard at the sound of her own submission.

“Fúck,” he muttered dragging his hand down to her chest.

He cupped her bréast through the thin fabric of her top his thumb circling her already hard nípple. “These are begging for my mouth.”

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