All Chapters of 90-DAYS WET: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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JOCK COCK-4

The room was suffocatingly hot, a pressure cooker of pheromones and high-voltage tension.Jessie sat cross-legged in the center of the unmade bed, her hair a wild, beautiful mess, her chest rising and falling with jagged, shallow breaths. She felt the power humming in her blood…a sharp, electric current that had been dormant for years, now fully awake and roaring. Carter stood at the foot of the bed, his chest heaving, his eyes tracking the way her breasts swayed with her breathing. He was practically vibrating with the need to dominate, to grab her, to finish what he’d started by force. But Jessie wasn't the victim anymore. She had seen the way his jaw worked, the way his knuckles were white as he gripped his own hips. He didn't just want her; he was addicted to the idea of her. She leveled a stare at him, cold and imperious. "Kneel," she commanded. The word hung in the air, heavy and sharp. Carter’s face darkened, a flash of genuine irritation crossing his features. The star

JOCK COCK-5

"Yo, Carter!"Joey’s voice was unmistakable…slurred, aggressive, and entirely too close. It was a jagged edge slicing through the private, illicit world they had constructed. Carter let out a ragged, tortured hiss. He couldn't stay. He couldn't move. Every instinct screamed at him to keep pushing, to lose himself in her, but the reality of the door…of his best friend, his brother from another mother, standing on the other side…was a tether pulling him back to earth.He withdrew, the wet, sliding sound agonizing, a vacuum of sensation that left them both shivering. He didn't give himself a second to recover. He scrambled off the bed, his feet hitting the cold floorboards. He was a mess…his skin flushed, his eyes wild, his boxers bunched and useless. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, his fingers clumsy, almost tearing the fabric as he hiked them up. He didn't even bother with the button, just kept them held up by the pressure of his belt, not fastening it. He lunged for the door

DIRTY NUNS-1

"Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned." Claire whispered the words into her pillow, the prayer sounding like a hollow lie in the dark, suffocating silence of the cell. She was curled on her side, her knees pulled up, her hand buried beneath the coarse wool of the blanket. Her nightgown was hiked up to her waist, the fabric bunching against her stomach. Her fingers, slick and trembling, pressed hard against her clit, rhythmic and desperate. Every time she felt the pressure build, a jolt of shame would hit her, and she’d pull back, panting, eyes wide in the dark. ‘Don’t do it. Just stop. Go to sleep.’But she couldn’t. The ache was too deep, the hunger too sharp. She started again, her middle finger finding her center, rubbing back and forth with a frantic, pulsing friction. She was sweating, her hair sticking to her forehead. She was so close…the sensation coiled in her belly like a spring…when the sharp click of the bathroom door echoed through the room.Claire froze, shoving her

DIRTY NUNS-2

"I've committed a terrible sin." Claire whispered the prayer into the cold morning air as she stood before the heavy oak door of the Reverend Mother’s office. Her voice was thin, trembling, a fragile sound that vanished instantly into the shadowed hallway of the convent. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, the knuckles white, her fingers digging into the fabric of her habit. She felt a sickening, hot swirl of guilt in her stomach…the memory of last night, of the wet, rhythmic slapping, of Joan’s skin against hers, of the way her own voice had betrayed her…all of it came rushing back. It was a sin. A terrible, soul-damning sin. And yet, the most shameful, terrifying part was that when she closed her eyes, she didn't feel the need to repent. She felt the ghost of Joan’s fingers and the lingering, phantom ache of her own pleasure.She took a breath, trying to steady the frantic pounding of her heart. She was a nun. She was a bride of Christ. She had no business feeling th

DIRTY NUNS-3

"Under the desk," Colette hissed, the command sharp.Claire didn't hesitate. She scrambled, her habit bunched and tangled, disappearing beneath the heavy, dark oak of the Reverend Mother’s desk. Colette took a frantic breath, straightened her glasses, smoothed her skirts, and composed her face into a mask of icy, professional authority.She picked up a fountain pen, pretended to study a document, and called out… "Enter."Sister Rosemary breezed in. She was a woman who moved with the nervous energy of a trapped bird, her eyes darting around the room as if she were cataloging every dust mote.She was known to be the convent’s loudest gossip, a woman whose loose tongue had already caused three sisters to be reassigned to distant missions. "Reverend Mother, forgive the intrusion," Rosemary chirped, her voice grating against Colette’s frayed nerves.“But the donations from St. Rita’s... the Bishop has already received word of the discrepancy. He’s absolutely livid, Mother. He has put you

Fucking my brother in-law-1

"Fuck, yes... fuck, Daddy! Fuck me with that big dick!" The scream ripped out of my throat, raw, echoing off the cold tiles of the laundry room. I couldn't help it. My head was slammed down against the hard, vibrating surface of the dryer, my cheek pressed against the metal, but all I could feel was the massive, unrelenting weight of Kade behind me.My asshole was tingling, burning, stretched to the absolute limit by the sheer fullness of his cock.It felt like he was splitting me in two, reaching deep into my gut with every brutal, rhythmic shove of his hips.I was supposed to be the "soft" one. Jamie, the pretty uni student who liked his sweaters oversized and his hair perfectly tousled.But right now, pinned under Kade’s heavy, muscled frame, I was nothing but a hole for him to use. And God, I was a slut for it. "You like that, don't you?" Kade growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble against the back of my neck. He didn't wait for an answer.He never did. He just grabbed my h

Fucking My Brother in-law-2

The silence that followed was louder than my screaming. Kade’s weight was a crushing anchor, his chest heaving against my sweat-slicked back as the vibrations of his climax finally ebbed away. I was pinned, my legs trembling so violently I feared I’d slide right off the dryer the moment he let go. My pulse was a frantic drumming in my ears, competing with the rhythmic *tink-tink-tink* of the cooling metal beneath my chest.Kade didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed buried deep, his cock still thick and pulsing inside my wrecked, twitching heat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear, his breath a hot, humid warning."Clean yourself up," he rasped, his voice back to that terrifying, controlled baritone he used at Sunday dinners. "I don’t want to see a single drop of me on this floor when Parish walks in."The mention of my sister’s name felt like a bucket of ice water over my head. The shame should have been paralyzing, but as Kade finally withdrew…the wet, sliding s

Fucking my brother in-law-3

The next morning, the alarm went off at 4:45. My body screamed in protest, every muscle stiff and aching from the previous day's ‘workout’. I dressed in the dark…shorts and a t-shirt…and crept down the stairs, the fabric of my boxers rubbing against the raw, sensitive skin of my entrance, a sharp reminder of Kade’s heavy hand.Kade was waiting in the kitchen, already dressed in gym gear that clung to his massive frame. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The way his eyes tracked me as I moved toward the garage was enough to make my stomach flip. He looked like a man who hadn't slept, or perhaps a man who had spent the night planning exactly how he was going to break me today.The drive to the gym was silent. The city was still asleep, the streets empty and grey. Kade drove with a focused intensity, his large hands steady on the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. Every time he shifted gears, his arm would brush against my knee, and a jolt

Fucking my brother in-law-4

"You're gonna tear my ass out, Kade! Please... fuck me slow!"I was face-down on my own mattress, the familiar sheets bunched in my white-knuckled grip. I had been lying there just moments ago, headphones on, trying to drown out the world. I was actually doing it..I was making a plan to end this. I was thinking about Parish, about her sweet smile and how she’d look at me if she ever found out I was a parasite in her marriage. I was going to tell him no more. Then the door had clicked. Kade didn't knock. He never did anymore. He’d walked in, seen me vulnerable, and before I could even get the first word of my "breakup" out, he’d ripped my shorts down and lunged. He penetrated me with a dry, rough violence that made me scream into my pillow. There was no foreplay, no sweetness…just raw, unapologetic power."I can't... we have to stop this, Kade! Please!" I sobbed, my body jerking forward with every brutal shove. I tried to crawl toward the headboard, my palms sliding on the fabric

Fucking My brother in-law-5

I woke up on the floor at the foot of Kade’s bed, my cheek pressed against the cold hardwood. My body didn't feel like mine anymore.. It felt like a map of pain and heavy, lingering heat. My knees were raw from crawling, my wrists were chafed from the leather cuffs they’d kept on me half the night, and my internal muscles were thrumming with a dull, rhythmic ache that never truly stopped.I tried to shift, but the weight of the steel leash..still clipped to my collar..clinked against the floorboards. It was a sound that had become the soundtrack to my life over the last forty-eight hours."Wake up, princess. Day three is starting, and you're already behind schedule."Kade’s voice was a low growl above me. I looked up, my vision blurry, to see him standing there in nothing but gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He looked refreshed, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the fact that he was systematically dismantling his brother-in-law. Beside him stood Brian and Ken, two walls

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