Todos os capítulos de Dangerous Pleasures: Capítulo 2791 - Capítulo 2800

Fortunately, I was alone in the house that evening. I wasn't sure if it would stay that way, so I made myself a quick dinner and retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me. As I ate, I mulled over everything that had happened earlier that afternoon. The highs from capturing Mrs. Carson bent over in front of me, followed by my paranoia of having been caught—only for nothing to come of it—had been quite the whirlwind. I felt like I was in the clear now, but the whole situation had been bizarre. Mrs. Hartsell was still a mystery to me too—her flirting with me was a definite turn-on, but it had almost seemed too forward. And then there was her conversation with Mrs. Carson about using me to spice up her life. Mrs. Carson had shot the idea down, but maybe there was something I could work with there? My past attempts at seducing Mrs. Carson had gone nowhere, but maybe I just needed to change my technique.The swirling of these thoughts was interrupted by a text alert from my phone. G

It proved to be me. I felt my orgasm approaching like a tsunami in my brain; I had just enough time to let out a soft "oh fuck!" and then I was gone, buried underneath a wave of ecstasy. Mrs. Hartsell never paused, riding me the entire time as my cock spewed inside her. Even after I'd finished emptying myself, she continued to milk me slowly with her pussy.At last, the pleasure-flood subsided and I opened my eyes again to find Mrs. Hartsell staring at me with a half-dazed smile. "Not bad for an older woman, huh?" She stopped moving on me at long last, settling her hips down on mine. Even as I softened, she'd still kept me inside her."Fuck, you can say that again," I said, thoroughly winded.Mrs. Hartsell's smile broadened. She leaned over and planted another soft, brief kiss on my lips. "This has been fun. If you want to go take care of yourself in the bathroom, I'll finish myself off here."Mrs. Hartsell was going to finish herself off alone? That didn't seem fair, considering she'

Mrs. Hartsell looked at me with amusement... and respect? "It's not that simple. Even with your flirting, I doubt Sydney realized that you were coming on to her. You might be legal now, but for Sydney, she's not going to think of you as 'legal-child' one moment and then 'fuckable-adult' the next, just because you had a birthday."That made sense. I nodded, and Mrs. Hartsell continued."You have to ease her into the idea that you aren't a child anymore. That you are fuckable. If you do that, you may just stand a chance.""So, how do I pull that off?""Keep up your flirting. Spend time with her away from Drew. Be assertive but not pushy. Most importantly, be patient. Plant the seed in her mind, and then watch it grow."I thought this over. Obviously, I wanted to believe what Mrs. Hartsell was saying, but she made it sound so simple. There's no way it could actually be that easy, right?And then another thought occurred to me."Why are you helping me? Make a move on Mrs. Carson, I mean.

"No, you're not going anywhere," Mrs. Carson said, stopping me cold. "I'm pretty sure I heard what you said. And you have no business saying stuff like that that, Luke. You're just a kid for crying out loud! You shouldn't even be thinking those things!"Now it was my turn to be indignant. "I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen. I'm just as much of an adult as you are!"Mrs. Carson scoffed. "Hardly. You might be an adult legally, but that's it. You're still in high school, for goodness sake.""I'm an adult in all the ways that matter," I shot back. Before my night with Mrs. Hartsell, I would have never been so bold. But now I knew I was right. "Besides, I bet you had the same type of thoughts when you were eighteen."That took some of the wind from Mrs. Carson's sails. "Maybe," she admitted. "But I was never disrespectful enough to share them, especially not around my elders. You should know better. And what would Drew think?""Drew doesn't need to know," I replied, but I knew I'd overstepped. I

Mrs. Carson patted my shoulder affectionately. "Yes, you usually are very helpful, and I always appreciate it. But pick something else... something appropriate this time. Watching a movie, playing a game, something like that."With a sigh, I racked my brain. What could we do that would be appropriate... but maybe with the potential for more? After a few moments, I had an idea."Why don't we go for a swim?" I suggested.Mrs. Carson looked at me incredulously. "Luke, you haven't wanted to use our swimming pool in years.""Seems like the perfect time to go back then, doesn't it? I've got my trunks."Mrs. Carson stared at me for a moment, her earnest brown eyes boring into mine. "I'm not an idiot, Luke. Is this your way of trying to see me in a bikini?""No," I said, a little too defensively. "I think it would be fun. And with me graduating in the spring, this might be one of my last chances to use your guys' pool. But if you're too old and boring for a little fun...""Oh, I see. So, inst