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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 4

He tugged the neckline of her tank top down until her bréasts spilled free the cool air making her nípples 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.

“Keep your hands where I told you,” he reminded her against her skin his voice vibrating through her bréast as his mouth worked her.

Maya whimpered fighting the desperate urge to grab his head and hold him there. Her arms strained against the comand but she obeyed, her nails diging into the sheet instead.

“That’s it,” Liam said, moving to her other bréast, giving it the same ruthless attention until she was panting, her back slick with sweat. “You’re learning.”

His hand slid lower, teasing down her stomach until it reached the her wide open legs and her pússy. He stared at her wide open leg and she beginning to come undown from the way his eyes take in every inch of her pússy. He let out a dark chuckle.

“Look at this mess. You made yourself all wet thinking about me.” He rubbed two fingers slowly along her slit, pressing just enough to make her hips buck wildly. “Beg for it, Maya.”

She gasped, her cheeks flaming, but the ache between her legs left her with no pride. “Please…”

“Please what?” His fingers stilled, leaving her on the edge.

“Please touch me… I ned you to.”

“That’s better.” He pushed her legs more open so he could have more access to it, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, spreading the wetness before pressing against her swollen clit. She cried out, her hips jerking up uncontrollably, but he clamped his other hand on her thigh, holding her down.

“You stay still and take what I give you,” he ordered, his thumb circling her clít with cruel slowness. “If you move, I stop.”

Maya whimpered, her thighs trembling violently as the first wave of real pleasure tore through her body, and she realized she had no choice but to obey, no choice but to let him unravl her exactly the way he wanted.

Maya’s whole body trembled beneath him, her thighs quivering as Liam’s thumb circled her clít with maddening slowness. She wanted to buck, to grind against his hand, to ride out the pleasure crashing through her nerves but his warning echoed in her mind if you move, I stop.

Her fingers clawed helplessly into the sheets above her head nails dragging against the fabric every ounce of restraint focused on not moving an inch. The tension tighted until she thought she might break, her pussy fluttering with desprate need around nothing.

“That’s it,” Liam murmured watching her writhee under his control. “So fucking obedient. You like it don’t you? lying here with your legs spread waiting for me to decide when you get to come.”

“Yes” she gasped the confession ripped from her throat without hesitation. “God yes.”

His smirk was pure sin. He slid down the bed in one slow deliberate motion leaving a trail of heat where his lips grazed her stomach, her hips, her thighs. When he reached the apex of her legs he pressed his palms against her inner thighs and spread them wide again forcing her bare pussy open to his hungry gaze.

“Look at you” he growled, licking his lips. “Dripping for me begging for my mouth.”

Then he bent down and gave her exactly what she craved. His tongue licked a slow devastating stripe from the base of her folds to her swollen clit and Maya’s scream tore through the room. He groaned into her sucking her clit into his mouth his tongue flicking and swirling with precision.

Keep your hands up” he ordered against her flsh the vibration sending shocks straight through her core.

Maya sobbed with pleasure her hips jerking despite her best effort to obey. Her legs trembled as his mouth devoured her his tongue plunging into her entrance before dragging back up to suck her clit again, harder this time. He feasted on her as though he’d been starving for her taste his growls muffled by her wetness.

“Oh fuck ..Liam…please, I can’t…” she cried, her voice breaking.

“You can,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to look up at her, his mouth glistening with her arousal.

“You’ll come when I say you can come, not before and not even after”

She whimpered, her body on fire every muscle straining against the command. He shoved two fingers inside her curling them perfectly against her sensitive spot while his tongue latched onto her clít again. The combination made her see stars her body thrashing against the sheets.

“Stay still” he warned fucking her with his fingers faster deeper. “Take it Maya. Take every inch of me.

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