ログインAmber “If a guy doesn’t like you but wants to have sex with you….” Eva’s face shot up from her plate of fish and peas with a squint of premonition. “... what does it mean?” I finished. Her nostrils flared with anger. “WHO? Who told you that?” I blinked in full realisation of the hot water I just pushed myself into. Amber Kratos, you idiot! Why would you even ask Eva?! She’ll get the truth out of you in no time!She banged her fist on the table. “A new guy? He asked you out but for sex?!” My eyes lit up at the perfect excuse. “Yes!” I faked an angry look matching my best friend. “Yes! The sheer gall of him, right?!” “YES!” Eva picked her fork and started stabbing the air. “My best friend is not a hooker! If his cheap dick wanted some action so badly, PAY FOR IT! CHEAPSKATE BASTARD!” The cafeteria clamped up for the second time. All eyes were on her—and me—hungry for new gossip, and I panicked. “Calm down, Eva! It’s just a movie! Ha, ha, ha!” I flashed a bright smile then screa
AmberI don’t understand the question. Just do whatever the fuck you want! Fuck me! Use me! Make me come a million times! As long as you’re with me, I don’t really care what you do to me!So desperate to be closer to him, I pushed my hooked ankles on his back, and his cock drove in further. A stream of pleasure gripped us both. And I bit my lower lip to muffle another burst of moan while he sucked my earlobe to silence his low, strained groan. “You little tiger,” he pinned my knees harder on the door to retreat an inch…then slammed in a mile. And as I bit harder to stifle another outburst while his mouth wrapped around my earlobe to silence his own sounds of pleasure as our bodies trembled in bliss. “Don’t bite yourself, tiger,” he snarled into my ear, his hot breath making my nipples hard and stimulated as they grazed against his strong chest, “bite my shoulder.” As soon as the words left his lips, he drew back and rammed in a more powerful one. And I sank my teeth into his sh
AmberGiving blow jobs actually turns me on. But I still can’t do it. Not when there’s someone right outside the door! So I shook my head, my eyes silently imploring Hunter to let me off this time. I’ll really make it up to you—. But his merciless hand pressed on the back of my head.And as the stranger continued ranting over his angry hand-scrubbing under the running water, Hunter’s cock was driving deeper into my mouth. It struck the back of my throat, and it clenched up, sending my system into flight mode, so I clutched the sides of his shirt to fight the urge and stay on. And he began directing my head movement to ram himself inside my mouth to the hilt, over and over….“A little more,” he grunted, just loud enough for me to hear. But I was too distracted by the erotic rubbing of his phallus on my pharynx, swiftly losing grip with the present, letting his momentum take the lead. Having the most intimate part of Hunter in my mouth does strange things to me. I want to please
AmberQuietly, that hand clasping mine drew me in. Then, he clutched my arm between his biceps and his body, so I snuggled against him as we moved through the hallways. “If you’re worried about Eva,” Hunter stared ahead, “I saw her left in her boyfriend’s car.” I heaved a sigh of relief, and he chuckled with amusement. But when I looked up to smile at him like a girlfriend would, when she’s happy to be with alone him, his jaw tightened. “But I can’t say the same about Ethan.”We were at the third floor—where the science labs are—and he pushed open the boys’ lavatory door. “Hunter!” I pulled back, leashing him from taking another step. “What are you doing? I can’t go in there!” But his arm caught my waist, and then he half-carried, half-dragged me in. I wanted to cry out for help. But, who would help me? And… take me away from him? How do I even explain why I am with him? Most importantly, if one person knew, then the entire campus would know. Including Eva. I clamped my mou
Hunter“And this morning? That was brilliant.” His grin seemed to be giving me two thumbs up. “Now, everyone thinks there's bad blood between us.”Ah. Our argument from this morning. He thinks I was doing it on purpose. I wasn't faking it, you old fuck. Am is MY PROBLEM, not yours. “Now, no one will suspect a thing.” He sniggered. “Not even the Alpha.”I gave a weak smile when the air shifted. Eyes lowered, he whispered, “So?” I turned from him, pretending I wasn't done and fetched more soap. “I said I'm on it,” I replied calmly, making sure my voice was softer than the rushing water. And my brother's best friend clicked his tongue impatiently. “How long?” He was also keeping his questions short and vague to stay discreet. And I kept my eyes on my hands under the running water. “A month.”“A MONT–?!!” He caught himself right before he blew up and caught unnecessary attention. Then swiftly, he stepped closer, his voice lowered. “One month?!” He hissed. “Are you out of your d
AmberIt's like a crash course for sex. Which makes me anxious. My time as Hunter Black’s lover would be over in five dates. Five. Dates. And we’ve already done two of them. In just two days! The amusement park was the first—which ended in loads of sex in the wardrobe. Then, this—a car date. It must be a date. Why else would he hold my hand while we walked to the car? And then there was his jealousy talk. And then, the kissing. It's like we were a real couple. Also, a date with Hunter always seems to end with sex—and here we are. In his car. By the roadside. Under my family’s pine tree. Now I understand that dreaded feeling gnawing my intestines each time the pleasure subsides. Two dates in less than two days. At this rate, everything will be over before my next orgasm. Is Hunter doing it on purpose? I couldn’t analyse it further because my flesh was ringing with the heat of pleasure gushing in from my stroked labia. It’s crazy how a man of such beastly build and phy
AmberI love the strong, confident way Hunter’s cock slides out of my pussy; its sheer size grazing my clit as it moves out, its throbbing veins rubbing my inner labia a little more for a fraction of second—. Before he slammed right back in. The sex connoisseur was right: shower sex is the way to
AmberI did what…? “When did I—AH!” I was gasping hard to stay above the strong currents of pleasure.“In the car!” The mattress creaked fiercely under his slamming and bouncing on my core. “I asked if I should wear a tux for the party, and you nodded!”Oh my God. I’m the stupid one. “I didn't k
Amber God, his tongue. At first, I wondered if he made a mistake by not removing my underwear. Wouldn’t it be in the way? But then he started French-kissing my pussy through the fabric, and the latter became his accomplice. As his lips pressed in, I felt their shape and pressure while the rough
AmberHe had freshened up, I could tell. His brows were still damp; his white-silver fringe slick wet, raked over his forehead in a rush, so a few menacing strands had fallen over devilishly. But he hasn't showered. Because he was still in his tux. Sans jacket, of course. The bow tie was gone to







