This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It's about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits - emotional and physical. If you're looking for polite erotica, this isn't it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation?
Chapter 27
One More Taste
The hotel room was warm and quiet in the early morning light, just the faint hum of the city beyond the curtains. Ayla woke up tangled in the sheets, Tommy’s arm heavy around her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. She felt him before she even turned, that slow, lazy hardness pressed to her ass under the blankets, so thick and warm it made her thighs squeeze together before her mind caught up.
She didn’t move at first, just lay there, biting her lip as that sweet ache pulsed low in her belly. She rolled her hips back, just a little, testing him, and she felt him twitch against her, that low rumble in his chest that made her grin into the pillow.
“You keep doing that,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, his nose brushing her hair. “I’m gonna think you want more.”
Ayla let out a shy laugh, soft and airy, but she didn’t deny it. She peeked over her shoulder, eyes still half-dreamy, then let her gaze drop to the outline of him under the sheet, thick and heavy and hers. Her breath caught, cheeks blooming pink.
Tommy’s lips brushed her ear, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “You want to ride it, pretty girl… or do you want to be my messy little angel again?”
That made her laugh again, breathless and nervous, melting into a whimper when his hand squeezed. She didn’t answer with words, just wriggled out from under him, crawling down the bed on her elbows until she was between his legs, hair spilling wild around her shoulders.
She wrapped her tiny fingers around him, so thick in her hand it looked almost obscene, and gave him a slow, shy stroke that made his hips lift off the bed. Her eyes flicked up, wide and glassy, then dropped back down to watch the way his cock twitched in her palm. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste him, a soft moan humming from her lips.
She sucked him slow, messy, her breath catching every time he groaned for her. And when he was close, when his hand fisted in her hair and his voice dropped to a growl, Ayla pulled off with a playful little laugh and scrambled up onto her knees. She pressed her tits together, tilted her sweet, flushed face up to him, eyes so soft and wicked at the same time.
“Do it, baby,” she whispered. “Mess me up.”
His phone was already in his free hand, that wicked, proud smirk tugging at his lips as he hit record. Just five seconds, shaky and raw: Ayla’s laughter, her parted lips, her eyes rolling up as thick, hot ropes painted her pretty cheeks, her chin, her forehead. She squealed when it hit her lips, her laugh breaking into a soft, breathless moan as she dragged his cock across her tongue.
When it was done, Tommy tucked his phone away and brushed his thumb over her messy mouth. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured.
Ayla just let out a dazed little laugh, her fingers smearing the mess across her flushed cheeks like she wanted to keep it forever.
They cleaned up together, all shy touches and warm chuckles, then lay tangled for a while longer, legs brushing, her head on his chest. When they finally said goodbye, him driving one way, her back to her campus, Ayla felt like the whole world had changed inside her.
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Back in her dorm building, she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. She practically skipped down the hall, her phone clutched to her chest. When Jess opened her door, she took one look at Ayla’s flushed cheeks and that giddy, wrecked look in her eyes and burst out laughing.
“Oh girl, I know that look,” Jess teased, pulling her inside by the wrist. “Come on. Spill it.”
Ayla flopped onto Jess’s bed, face buried in her hands, laughter bubbling so hard her shoulders shook. “It was… so good,” she breathed out, peeking up with wide eyes.
Jess perched beside her, grin wicked. “Yeah? How good?”
Ayla’s cheeks flamed. She fumbled with her phone, thumb hovering. “I didn’t think I’d love… watching myself. But I’ve watched it like… a dozen times already.”
Jess’s eyes went wide. “No way. You have a clip?”
Ayla squealed, hiding her face in Jess’s shoulder, then peeked out and handed over her phone. Jess hit play. The tiny clip glowed on the screen: Ayla on her knees, smiling as cum dripped down her chin, eyes half-closed in that soft, fucked-out daze.
“Oh my god,” Jess breathed, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone. “Look at you! Ayla, that’s so hot. That’s a messy face but damn, it’s pretty on you.”
Ayla squeaked, hiding her face again, but the warmth blooming in her chest was impossible to hide.
“God, we have to call Katherine,” Jess said, already tapping the screen. The video call popped up, Katherine in bed, hair loose, a wine glass in hand, eyes narrowing with that wicked glint.
“Well?” Katherine purred, eyebrow cocked. “How are my girls doing?”
Ayla hid behind Jess’s shoulder. Jess shoved the phone closer. “Look at this.”
Katherine watched the clip, a slow grin spreading across her lips. “Oh wow. That’s… that’s fucking hot. That’s a messy face, but it looks gorgeous on you, baby.”
Ayla peeked out, her whole body tingling at the way Katherine said it, like it was a crown she’d earned.
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The screen went dark when Katherine hung up, Ayla still laughing under her breath as she tucked her phone into her lap. Her face was flushed pink, her legs pressed tight together like she couldn’t calm the throb between her thighs.
Jess stretched out beside her on the bed, hair spilling over her pillow, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “God, you look so fucking cute right now,” she teased, voice low and sticky. “Bet you’d do it again tomorrow if Tommy asked.”
Ayla just hid her face in her hands, laughing softly. “Stop…”
The dorm door clicked open. Kate stepped inside like she owned the place, tossing her bag to the floor. Her brow arched at the sight of Jess spread out on the bed, Ayla flushed beside her like she’d been caught mid-sin.
Jess didn’t give her a second to ask. She sprawled wider, pussy glistening in the low light. “Hey Kate. I’m dripping. Get your ass over here and eat me.”
Kate dropped to her knees like she’d been waiting all day for the command. She crawled up the mattress and buried her face between Jess’s thighs. The wet suck of her tongue filled the room, sloppy and shameless, the kind of noise that made Ayla’s pulse skip.
“God yes,” Jess groaned, grinding her hips into Kate’s mouth. “Eat that pussy like it’s your whole fucking job.” Her fingers knotted in Kate’s hair, yanking her closer. “Slut tongue. That’s it. You better make me cum hard.”
Ayla’s thighs pressed together as she watched, but Jess turned her head, caught her trembling stare, and smirked.
“See what a good bitch she is?” Jess taunted, then gasped when Kate’s tongue flicked just right. “Fuck… she’s desperate to please me. Never gets this pussy wet unless she’s begging.” Jess’s voice broke on a moan, her hips rolling hard. “Don’t stop, Kate. Make me squirt on your face. Prove you’re nothing but my pussy-licking toy.”
Kate whined into Jess’s slit, her face slick and shining. The more Jess cursed and tugged her hair, the harder Kate worked, sucking clit and sliding her tongue deep.
“Shit, shit, I’m cumming,” Jess gasped, voice ragged. She arched up, her thighs clamping tight around Kate’s head. “Ohhh fuck. Take it. Drink it, bitch. Swallow every drop.”
Kate moaned into her, grinding herself on the mattress as Jess’s orgasm tore through her, cunt flooding Kate’s mouth. Jess collapsed back against the pillows, hair sticking to her damp face, laughing breathlessly. “Good whore. Knew you’d make me gush.”
She licked her lips, eyes locking on Ayla like a predator. “Now, baby girl, your turn. Lay back.”
Ayla obeyed, body already shaking with need. Jess slid down, tugging Ayla’s panties aside. But when Kate tried to follow, eager to help, Ayla’s voice snapped sharp.
“No, slut. You don’t touch this pussy.” Her hand shot out, pointing at Kate, her tone trembling with raw power. “You kneel. You watch while Jess eats what you’ll never taste.”
Kate’s breath hitched, eyes glassy with humiliation as she knelt, thighs parted, face flushed.
Ayla dipped two fingers into her own slick, slow and dirty, before shoving them toward Kate’s lips. “This is all you get. Lick it clean.”
Kate sucked them in, moaning around Ayla’s fingers like it was salvation. Ayla laughed, dragging her thumb across Kate’s cheek. “Good little cuck. Stay there. Watch while she makes me cum so hard my pussy floods her tongue.”
Jess’s mouth sealed on Ayla’s clit, hot and relentless. Ayla’s hips bucked, her hand gripping Jess’s hair. “Yes, Jess… oh fuck, suck it, baby. Make her watch… make her watch every second…”
Kate whimpered, thighs trembling as she rubbed herself, too desperate to stay still, tears shining in her eyes from the ache of being denied.
Ayla’s climax ripped through her, thighs shaking, cunt clenching on Jess’s tongue as she cried out, “Ohhh fuck, I’m cumming. She’ll never taste this. Only you, Jess, only you.”
Jess pulled back with her chin dripping, licking her lips like she’d just devoured something forbidden. Kate stared, wrecked, humiliated, dripping down her thighs, denied and ruined.
Ayla leaned up, smirking, slick fingers dragging across Kate’s lips and cheek. “That’s all you’ll ever get, bitch. Secondhand sweetness.”
Ayla lay back on her bed, still warm, still flushed, the taste of herself lingering on her fingers. Her phone glowed softly on her stomach, screen open to Tommy’s name. She hovered for a second, thumb shaking with excitement, cheeks hot, heart racing from everything that had just happened.
Her fingers found their courage.
Ayla-
Miss you already. Can you come mess my face up for me again this weekend? Jess wants to watch. Maybe she’ll film too.
She hit send, a soft laugh escaping as she bit her lip, the sound low and breathy. Her whole body hummed, a slow, delicious thrum of want and memory. She already knew she’d be dripping for him by Friday.
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Spring didn’t drift, it spiraled. After that messy dorm night, Ayla spent every spare weekend tangled up with Tommy and Jess, slipping away from her campus to fuck in hotel rooms, in Katherine’s big guest bedroom, even once in the backseat of Tommy’s car with Jess moaning beside them. She bloomed in it, shy girl gone sweet and savage when she rode, always begging Tommy for his cum, always wanting more.
Jess made it her personal mission to train her, dirty talk whispered in her ear while she sucked cock, soft confessions that turned to sharper ones when Jess pushed her mouth to say them out loud. Sometimes she’d make Ayla straddle Tommy right in front of the mirror and say whose pussy is this while Katherine watched, smirking with that big-sister pride.
By late April, Ayla didn’t even blush when cum splashed her face. She’d giggle, rub it in, and show off for whoever was watching. Tommy loved it, that sweet shy look she’d get just before she slipped into that filthy trance. Katherine loved it more, watching her baby girl learn how to take it, how to be seen.
So when May rolled around and Katherine said Mirror Room, everyone knew it was time. One night. A wall of glass. Big cocks, filthy girls, and Ayla dead-center, the prettiest mess they’d ever make together.