All Chapters of Unspoken Pleasures : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My touch to her waist startled her and her lip...lordy, it was heavenly: soft and ready for my curious lips.A feathery brush at first just wasn't enough, then another before I pressed harder to part her lips.She let out a moan.She shoved a hand on my chest, her eyes widened at the reaction the kiss had spooked from her."What are you doing?" She intoned."Now, don't act like you don't want this," I replied, tugging her into my embrace despite her pull to yank free."Alexandro, this is obnoxious....,"My finger pressed hard on her lips while her gaze flickered to my eyes. Taking her hand to my bulge, I rubbed her hand against the feel of it.Her breath dragged, heavily. Her gaze, dilating. Her breasts rose and fell."You've always been stubborn for me - makes me painfully hard," I whispered to her ears, tearing my fingers from her lips to her hair.The scent of her tore through my senses sharply making me rise to the edge of ejaculation."Or do you have another who makes you wetter

Schemes changed.Unbeknownst to Jacqueline, she'd opened a door to which my plan would storm.Antonio Lucas was certainly against me using young Vinny for my supposed scheme."He's just a boy!" Antonio had said.But Vinny was ever ready to be included in my plans, and so he secretly became my underdog selling newspapers around the angent's building where Jacqueline worked.And while he did that during the day, I drew information from Jacqueline late at night.Soon, Vinny got into the building on some occasions - even without informing me how he had done that - taunting me that it was a prized information.And when it was time, he created passage for my entrance. I'd dressed like a cleaner, wheeled a trolley through while my eyes searched for the cabinet which Bruno was imprisoned.Bruno certainly hadn't learned well from me after all these years. He was caught so easily after he had taken what he supposed was rightfully his.Charles whom he had expected to be one of his trusted all

"Nathan..." My name on her lips was usually a big turn-on for me. I let my hands graze her milky naked boobs, brushing against her hardened nipples. She let out a moan which spurn blood surging into my growing shaft. Its rise a soothing yet exciting feeling sending shivers down my spine. I groaned, rolling in my bed while flicking my eyes open to the dim fluorescent lights. I was alone, and there was no Karen, my girlfriend. Recalling the way our bodies usually meld whenever she was around tweaked my rod in my briefs. I hissed, hating myself for thinking about us in ungodly thoughts. Yet, I still couldn't help envisioning her succulent round boobs in my hands - they were like oranges that once taken for a bite or squeezed for their juices, you might never want to back out from sucking. I let myself envision myself taking a gentle suck from her roes. And the feeling they gave me..... How about the sleek feel of her skin? It was flawless and smooth that it could make your fle

"Wear this," she fidgeted, throwing a wig at me. "A wig?" I blanched, displeased by the idea as I stared down at the length of it. Another bang on the door. "See? She isn't using the door bell which she normally use. Someone must have pissed her off - she acts like a meniac sometimes. Please, do wear the wig, turn your face to the wall. It's past curfew," Karen's eyes pleaded. I was flushed at the prospect of wearing the wig. I grudgingly did what she wanted, placed the wig over my head and acted like I was asleep with my face turned to the wall. Quickly, Karen wrapped me up with the duvet, leaving my head slightly exposed. Then, she rushed to the door, smoothed her clothes so as not to indicate that she had been making out with a guy. "What took you so long?" Came the question from Karen's roommate. Her tone was laced with fury. "I'm sorry, I had been sleeping," Karen lied. It had me worrying if Karen had also lied to me when she had opened the door. Silence. Mom

Silence.No one said a word or made a move. My throbbing dick was still impaled in her tight hole."Karen is much of a deep sleeper than we realize," she pulled me back for a kiss."What are we going to do about this?" I broke the kiss, pointing at the broken ceramic zinc.She smiled, "You shouldn't worry about that. No one would possibly believe it if the truth were to spill out."Then we resumed, slowly at first banging all the way until I was forced to withdraw my dick when milk spurn from its eye."That was a good sex," I smacked her butt to which she giggled.I was tempted to tell her that I wanted to try it again with her. I knew there probably wouldn't be a next time.I returned back to the bed like nothing had ever happened.At precisely the wee hours of the morning, Karen began to grope me and incessantly touch me but I would smack her hands off me.And I did left without actually giving her what she wanted: an extensive fingering.Memories of Diane will swim in my head as I