All Chapters of Sweet Surrender: A Compilation Of Spicy Erotic Confessions : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Seducing Miss Sinclair (7)Her fingers pressed into my folds, spreading the mess I’d been holding back since the moment I saw her drop her panties. I was drenched, throbbing, and ready to explode.She teased me, her fingertips gliding through my slit, circling my clit without mercy.“You’re soaked,” she whispered.“You haven’t even started yet,” I breathed. “I want you to make me cum with those pretty fingers.”I reached behind her head, pulling her back to my chest, guiding her lips to my nipple again while her hand stroked me below. Her mouth suckled hard while her fingers slipped inside, and I knew then that she was going to ruin me.Sinclair didn’t say a word. Her mouth stayed locked on my nipple, her tongue teasing it in circles while her fingers slipped between my legs and sank deep inside me. The moment she entered me, I let out a breathless moan. I was so wet her fingers made soft, obscene sounds as they slid in and out of my aching pussy.Every stroke made my thighs tremble.

The Boss Made Me Moan (2)At home that evening, chaos swallowed any chance of a conversation.Our daughter Sarah was sick and clingy. Dinner was rushed and cleanup took forever. By the time the kids were in bed, I finally sat next to Tim on the couch, heart in my throat.“I need to talk to you about something at work,” I said. My hands fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.Tim turned toward me, eyebrows raised. “Everything okay?”“Yes. It’s just... there’s an issue with the retreat. A rooming problem, actually.”He didn’t get the chance to respond. Sarah cried out upstairs, followed by the unmistakable sound of vomiting. We both shot up and ran.By the time we got her cleaned, comforted, and back in bed, it was past nine. I felt that window closing, but I was determined to try again.Then the phone rang. It was my grandmother calling, and she sounded weak. I couldn’t ignore it, so I told Tim I was heading out and drove straight to her place.I got back two hours later, drained and tired.

The Boss Made Me Moan. (4)I didn’t want to cry. But I did. I sat at the edge of that tiny bed, my hands covering my face, and let the guilt bleed out of me. I hated that part of me wanted something to go wrong. I hated that my body reacted to Dwayne the way it did. And I hated that Tim was back home, caring for our sick daughter, while I was here. I wiped my face roughly and stood. I needed to get this fixed. Fast. I made my way to the main building and walked directly to the front desk. My tone wasn’t polite. It was tight and clipped, teetering between panic and rage."I need to speak to your manager. Now."The receptionist's eyes widened slightly, but she complied. A few minutes later, a man in a blazer and khakis emerged from a side office."Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm the property manager. Is there a problem with your room?""Yes. A very big one. I'm here on business with Redbridge. My boss and I were assigned a room, for company reasons only, strictly professional. I am married.

The Boss Made Me Moan (6)His hand smoothed over my ass, then slipped lower. Not quite touching, but close enough to make me pant.“This doesn’t feel like someone who wants me to stop,” he murmured near my ear.“Dwayne…” I whispered, my breath shaky. “You’re my boss.”“And yet,” he said as his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, “you’re wet as fuck.”He peeled them down to my knees. My breath caught. Shame and heat collided in my chest.“You didn’t follow the rules, Mia. I warned you what would happen.”I could’ve stopped him. I could’ve said no. But my body was already trembling, my nipples hard, my thighs pressed together like I could hide how turned on I was. I hated that he was right.His hand came down again, but softer now. A tease.“I want to hear you say it,” he said, voice low. “Say you defied me.”I swallowed hard. “I didn’t follow your instructions.”He gripped my ass, firmly and possessively. “And?”“I… I deserve to be punished.”“Good girl.” He leaned down, his b

The Boss Made Me Moan (8)He didn’t thrust or push. He simply stood there, letting me decide how much and how fast. I leaned in and licked the tip first, tasting the faint bitterness of salt, then slowly took him in, inch by inch, my lips stretching to accommodate him. My hands wrapped around the rest, stroking what wouldn’t fit inside my mouth.“Good girl,” he groaned, his voice low and strained as his fingers slid into my hair, guiding but not forcing. “Just like that.”The praise emboldened me. I moved with more certainty, letting my tongue swirl around him, hollowing my cheeks slightly as I pulled back, then took him deeper again. I kept my eyes locked on his face, watching the tension ripple across his muscles, hearing the raw groan that escaped him as he clenched his jaw. Every reaction made something inside me spark, like I had lit a match and dropped it onto gasoline.“I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth. “You can stop if you want.”But I didn’t. I didn’t even hesitate.