Sinful Lust Stories のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

 "Argh, why does he hate me so much?!" Laila wailed, glaring at the incredible amount of work that she had to do. She was to write a hundred-page journal on an assignment as 'punishment' from Professor Landon.  "Maybe because you pranked his class last semester?" Her friend mumbled while the librarian glared daggers at both girls.  "That was ages ago," Laila grumbled.   How could a man as fine and sexy as Professor Landon be so petty? Fine, maybe her prank was a bit much, but it was all silly fun. Laila had moaned in class as if she were playing with herself. Her friends had dated her, too, and she had frankly just wanted to do it to get on the professor's nerves. He was always so blank-faced that she wondered how she could get under his skin. He hadn't said a word while the class laughed that day. He just stared at her, his eyes burning holes in her skin before calling her out to get her

 Dolly was already naked, seated on the sofa with heels still on. Her body trembled under the hands exploring her naked, pretty body. Every inch of her skin lit up, and a soft moan slipped from her lips when he grabbed her perfect preppy tits.   Three men in black suits stood behind her. They were her bosses. Three ruthless kings of industry, and she was their little plaything for the night.  Adrian Wolfe was a smoking hot man in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a cold and calculating face. He cupped her jaw from behind and forced her to look at her reflection in the mirror opposite the couch. “Look at yourself, my pet,” he murmured. “We haven’t even started, and you're all flushed for me."  His hand slid down to her throat, fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp. “You’ll remember tonight

 Nadia's POV The tap wouldn’t stop dripping.Neither would I. I had been pacing around my bedroom for hours, pretending to fold laundry, pretending I wasn’t thinking about how long it had been since anyone touched me the way I needed, since anyone fucked me.  I hadn't been with anyone after my son's father fell off the grid. I was too busy fending for the two of us. But after six months of being celibate, I was going half mad with how horny I was. My body ached, a deep, pulsing throb low in my belly, and it had nothing to do with the stupid tap in the bathroom. When the knock came on my front door, I didn’t even bother to fix my hair. I opened it to find Liam, my neighbour, in his worn T-shirt and low-slung jeans. “Hey,” he said, holding up his toolbox. “Got your message about the leak.” God,

 Stella's POV Cleaning Mr Lancaster's bedroom was boring work, but it wasn’t today. I had been dusting his dresser, half-daydreaming about his yummy broad shoulders and that deep voice of his, when I heard it. A deep, low groan came from the bathroom. I was no saint; I had peeked at him while he bathed a few times, but I had never heard him make a sound until today.   I stopped dusting and moved closer to the bathroom, peeking through a gap in the door. I saw him, standing in the shower, one hand braced on the wall, the other wrapped around his cock. Holy moly! He was big.  He worked his hand over the long, thick shaft, and the tip flushed dark as his fist pumped up and down.  My mouth watered and my thighs clenched. Watching my boss jerk off should’ve made me step back and leave, but instead, I sank to my knees ri

 Evelyn's fingers tightened around her glass of champagne. “What did you just say?” She was a political woman and had no time for things like relationships or sex, but the man her secretary had introduced to her as her escort wasn't just sexy, he was a scandal waiting to happen.   His mouth curved wickedly. “You’ve never been fucked in public before, have you? Never had your panties shoved aside while someone’s tongue is deep in your pussy, and you’re trying not to make a sound while people are just outside the door.” Her pulse kicked hard. “That’s... Are you out of your mind?"  He smirked, leaning down to whisper lewdly in her ear. "You would love it. I can tell, Miss Mayor. You’ve got that ‘prim little saint’ thing going on, but underneath, I'd bet you're getting all slippery thinking about it."