Sinful Pleasures: An 18+ Erotica Collection

Leila Voss' POV,

I gasp as the sound of the fabric of my panties shredding of fills the room. 

Ethan doesn't even look at me as he flings the panties somewhere across the kitchen. His gaze is fixed solely on my pussy, and I feel it flutter around nothing, wetness gushing out under his gaze. 

"Fuck, look at all that," he murmurs, running two fingers along my slit and smearing my juices all over. "So fucking wet for me." His gaze meets mine as I try to sit up with my elbows on the counter. "Isn't it?"

"Mmm," I reply, raising my hips up in the air for friction. "Ethan, please - "

"Please what?" He smirks, parting my pussy lips with two fingers as he stares down at it, and I feel my whole body lighten up with goosebumps. "What do you want, baby?"

"You," I moan when he trails a finger along my entrance. "I want you."

"Oh?" He asks, and I almost groan in frustration at the teasing tone in his voice. "My cock? Fingers? Or mouth?"

"All," I throw my head back and sigh. "I want all of you."

"Fuck yeah," he says, then spits right on my entrance, I swear my slick folds flutter again. "You're going to get all of me."

And then, he drops onto my pussy, thrusting his warm tongue into me in one go. 

I let out a loud moan immediately and lie down flat, my hand flying to grip his hair as I buck my hips to push my pussy into his face. 

"Mmm," he moans, pulling his tongue out to cover my whole entrance with it. "You taste so delicious, I could remain here all day."

"Ethan- "

"Ride my face, baby," he says, practically hollowing his cheeks to devour my juices. "Give it all to me. Drench my face. Give me all your sweet juices."

"I-" I moan, my voice hoarse as I thrust my pussy into his face. "I can't."

"Oh, you can," he growls, biting down on my clit before slipping a thick finger into my pussy. "You can."

A loud moan falls past my lips when he curls the finger inside me, my pussy tightening and clamping around him. 

"Ethan," I buck my hips faster, pushing his face against me harder. "I'm about to ... I'm going to - "

"No, you won't cum," he says, still sucking on me. "You won't cum until I ask you to."

"But-" tears are falling down my cheeks now, my heart racing so fast against its ribcage. "I - "

"You'll wait until I'm inside you," he says, pressing down on my hip so I don't move. "You won't be cumming unless I'm buried inside you." Another lick. "And if you do, I won't finish what I started. Do you hear me?"

I nod like he's going to see me and shut my eyes closed, hoping that this man takes pity on me. 

However, he seems to be standing on business. He nips at my pussy like a dying man, slurping on my wetness as it comes out of me, the sound mixed with that of my moans in the room. 

Finally, when Ethan decides the torture is enough for me, he comes up, his lips glistening with my juices. 

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs, licking his lower lip. "I can't wait to be buried deep inside you."

He pulls me closer to him and holds the head of his cock against my pussy, watching as I swallow the head. 

"You're so desperate for cock, Leila," he rasps, pulling me up so I can see where we're joined. 

And the sight nearly undoes me. 

I shiver as I feel the cold metal of his piercing nudge against my entrance, my entrance inviting him in. 

"So fucking desperate, you forget you have a fiancé."

I look up at Ethan just as he slips a hand underneath my nightie gown and grab one of my breasts, his thumb flicking my nipple. 

"No bras?" He growls, dragging his cock up and down my slit. "Seems like you planned this, didn't you?"

He leans in to suck on the skin behind my ear, before pinching my nipple so hard, I gasp. 

"I-" I whimper, grinding against him, silently begging him to end my torture. "I didn't dress for-"

"So you wear this nightgown for him?" He asks against my skin, switching to my collarbone now. "Julian has seen you in this before?"

"Mmm," I moan, nodding. "Y-ye - "

The words are barely even out of my thought before Ethan pulls out his hand and rips the gown into two, shoving his cock balls deep inside me until a loud cry leaves me. 

Fuck. 

I feel so full. So fucking full, I can't even breathe. It's like he's splitting me into two.

"Breathe, baby," he murmurs against my skin, his hand grabbing my breast again as he thumbs my nipple. "Breathe. Because I intend to fuck him out of your system. I don't give a fuck how long it's going to take."

Then, he begins to move. 

Ethan pulls out of me, leaving his head just by my entrance before shoving back in, his balls slapping against my ass.

"You're so tight" he groans, his forehead dropping on mine. "So tight."

A needy moan escapes me as his piercing grazes a primal part of me from inside when he pulls out, then slams back in. 

"Can't believe I have you where I've always wanted," he thrusts again, fastening his pace. "With my cock buried inside you to the hilt."

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. 

God. Ethan has always appeared to be a very calm and composed type of person. No one would've ever assumed he has a very dirty mouth on him, and now that I've seen that side of him, I feel instantly jealous of other women who have done the same. 

"Eyes on me," his other hand wrapping around my throat is all I need to meet his lust-heavy gaze, and he smirks. "You like this, don't you?" He thrusts again. "You like taking my cock, don't you?"

I nod. "Y-yes. Go faster..."

"Look at you," he snarls, increasing his pace, I moan at how delirious it feels. "Enjoying taking your fiancé's friend's dick. Imagine your fiance walks in on us like this."

The mental image of that should make me feel repulsed, but it doesn't. If anything, it makes me clench further around him, my hips moving to meet him halfway.

"Jesus," he rasps. "You liked the thought of that? The thought of your fiancé walking in on us?"

I moan. 

"That's more like it," he reaches down to give a pinch to my clit. "But too bad Julian would die before seeing you like that."

I close my eyes. 

"Open those eyes and tell me you're mine," he taps my cheeks, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. "Say you belong to me."

"I'm yours, Ethan," I whimper, wanting more - needing more. "I'm all yours. Now, please fuck me harder."

"Your wish is my command."

And that's all it takes for Ethan to go barbaric with me. 

His grip around my throat tightens and he pulls out, then snaps his hips forward, his cock slams into me harder than before. 

My eyes roll again. "More."

He increases his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I moan through it, his fingers alternating between flicking my clit and my nipple. 

"Fuck," I moan as I feel my walls clamp around him. "I want to cum. I need to..."

"Such a greedy little whore," he grumbles. "Cum baby. Cum for me."

Not even a second lasts before I feel like I've been thrown over an invisible cliff, my walls tightening around his cock as my orgasm ripples through me while he continues to fuck me through it, the squelching sound of my juice filling the room together with our ragged breathing. 

"I'm going to cum too," he says. "Inside you."

A whine of protest leaves my lips, but then, I remember I'm on the pills. And as if he can read my thoughts, his pupils blow wide, his pace slowing down a bit before spurts of his warm seed coat my insides. 

I fall on my back, my whole body covered in sweat, and as Ethan roves his gaze over my form, I feel him harden inside me instantly. 

Excitement tingles inside me, and he pulls out immediately, only to smirk, then turn me so my ass is facing him. 

"I'm nowhere fucking done with you tonight baby," he says, spreading my ass cheeks before dragging his cock between it until it rests just by my entrance. "Because when I make promises, I don't hesitate to fulfill them."

I suck in a breath, feeling even more anticipatory despite the fatigue holding me down. 

"But first of all," Ethan leans in and kisses my nape before whispering against the skin just beside my ear. "Happy birthday to Julian."

Then, he slams into me in one full go.