Raw & Ruined: Short Romantic Sins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 1 – The Quiet HouseThe morning sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table where Lila sat, scrolling through her phone while sipping orange juice. At 22, she was home from university for the summer, soaking up the familiar comforts of her childhood home in the quiet suburbs of Chicago. Her mom, Sarah, bustled around, zipping up her suitcase with the efficiency of someone who'd done this a hundred times before."Alright, you two," Sarah said, planting a kiss on Lila's forehead before turning to her husband, Ethan. "Be good while I'm gone. New York awaits—five days of conferences, networking, and probably too much coffee." She smiled, but there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes. These trips were part of her job as a marketing executive, but leaving her family always tugged at her.Ethan, tall and broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair that made him look distinguished rather than old, wrapped his arms around Sarah from behind. A

Chapter 3 – Their SecretLila lay beneath him, still trembling from the aftershocks, Ethan's cock softening inside her but not pulling out yet. Thick ropes of his cum leaked slowly around where they were joined, warm and sticky, dripping down her ass to pool on the sheets. She clenched around him instinctively, not wanting to lose a single drop, and he groaned low in his throat, hips giving one lazy, shallow thrust like he couldn't help himself."Jesus, baby girl," he rasped, forehead pressed to hers. "You feel that? That's me still leaking inside you. Filling this tight little pussy up like it belongs to me."Lila whimpered, nodding, thighs shaking around his waist. "It does belong to you, Daddy. Always has."Ethan kissed her hard—messy, possessive—then pulled out slowly, watching with dark, hungry eyes as his cum oozed out of her swollen folds. "Fuck. Look at that creamy mess. My seed dripping out of my baby girl's cunt." He scooped two fingers through the slick mix of their release

Chapter 2 – ClaimedThe sliding door shut with a soft click, sealing the humid afternoon heat outside. Inside, the air-conditioned living room felt cooler, almost too cool against Natalia’s flushed, lotion-slick skin. Marcus didn’t give her time to think. His hand stayed firm on the small of her back, guiding her through the house—past the kitchen, down the short hallway—to his bedroom at the end.The door closed behind them. Locked.Natalia turned to face him, heart slamming against her ribs. Her bikini top was still untied, hanging loose around her neck like forgotten jewelry; bottoms crooked and damp from more than just pool water. Marcus stood there in his swim trunks, cock straining thick and obvious against the wet fabric, eyes dark with something that looked like hunger held back for years.“On your knees, baby girl,” he said, voice low and rough. No question. Just quiet command wrapped in that same warm tone he’d always used when he spoiled her rotten.Natalia dropped without

Ava's legs still trembled as she straightened her skirt, the sticky warmth of Ethan's cum trickling slowly down her inner thigh. She could feel it every time she shifted—thick, claiming, a filthy reminder of what they'd just done on her desk. Papers were everywhere, keyboard askew, but neither cared. The city lights flickered through the blinds like distant witnesses.Ethan tucked himself back into his slacks, belt clicking shut, but his eyes never left her. Dark, satisfied, already hungry again."Under the desk," he said quietly, voice rough from exertion. "Now."Ava's pulse jumped. She dropped to her knees without a word, crawling into the space beneath her massive executive desk. The wood was cool against her palms; the faint scent of leather and his cologne wrapped around her. He sat in her chair, rolling forward until his thighs framed her face, cock already hardening again against the zipper."Open," he ordered.She did—lips parting, tongue out. Ethan unzipped slowly, freeing hi

Chapter 2 – The InvitationBrielle spent the next two hours preparing like it was a mission.She showered until her skin glowed, shaved everything smooth, and rubbed in the coconut-vanilla lotion she knew smelled like summer. She chose the black lace thong—thin straps that disappeared between her cheeks—and paired it with a soft gray oversized t-shirt that hit mid-thigh. No bra. The fabric clung just enough when she moved, outlining her nipples if the AC kicked on too hard. She left her hair loose, still damp at the ends, and swiped on lip gloss that made her mouth look wet and inviting. No heavy makeup—just enough to look effortlessly undone.The apartment was small, but she made it feel intimate. Dimmed the living room lights to warm amber, lit a single candle on the coffee table (something musky and expensive she’d saved for special nights), and put on low R&B—SZA’s voice drifting soft from the Bluetooth speaker. The laptop sat open on the couch, screen frozen on a loading bar she’