THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I whimpered in pleasure as my husband pulled my hair. I was still sleeping, but I could feel his hands all over me.I was lying on my stomach, so he pulled my ass up until I was on my knees and started eating my cunt like his life depended on it.“Ahhh… mmm fuck yes,” I moaned, feeling my juices sliding down my thighs and all over his face.He positioned me to sit on his face and I did, rolling my hips with pleasure. But when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t my husband beneath me.It was Matt.He smirked, licking his lips.“Why are you surprised? You know you want this just as much as I do,” he said, tongue licking my clit in fast, teasing motions.“Mmm fuck Matt… oh my god…” I gasped.“I’m going to fuck you like the good girl you are. I haven’t fucked any other pussy since yours. For the past eight months, I’ve been dreaming of your little pussy,” he moaned.Against better judgment, I let him get into my head. His mouth felt so good, I forgot my morals.Ding ding ding!The doorbell rang,

Kyle just stood there. “I’m sorry. I tried to tell you how starved I was,” I said, my body still limp on the counter. Matt was behind me, still stroking his already hard dick with one hand. I was still cuffed to the handle, helpless and soaked, my pussy exposed and trembling from the orgasm that had just wrecked me. I didn’t know what to expect from Kyle. Would he lunge at Matt? Punch him? Kill him? Would he scream at me? I deserved it. But the most messed-up part of it all was that my pussy clenched again just imagining him doing any of it. And if he was going to kill me for cheating, I’d probably beg him to fuck me first. That would be so hot. So wrong. But so hot. He didn’t say anything at first. He just walked closer, slow and deliberate, until he was right behind me. I felt the heat of his body before his touch even came. Then he bent down, his breath brushing against my slick folds. He just stared. At my pussy. At the dripping mess Matt had made of me. I tensed, waiting for

“Oh yes. Oh yes.” Her voice floated down from upstairs, breathless and loud. I buried my face in the pillow and groaned. Again? It was barely morning. My new neighbor was already at it, like he had nothing else to do but bring women over and make sure the entire building heard them. He was relentless. And I wasn’t usually the type to hate. But I hated him. Different women. Different races. Tall, short, curvy, slim. He did not discriminate. They came and went like it was a rotating door. And I had to listen to it all. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every deep, guttural sound from his mouth. I had tried everything. Praying. Earplugs. Calling Mama to distract me with her usual sermon. Mama always knew what to say, always knew how to bring me back to focus. But even that didn’t work anymore. He left me no choice. I dragged myself out of bed and went straight to brush my teeth, then stepped into a cold shower, hoping it would shock the thoughts out of my head. It didn’t. My skin sti

The evening was cool, the garden outside bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. I’d never really paid much attention to the little corner of the yard that was right beneath my window, but tonight, it felt like a sanctuary. I walked out in an oversized T-shirt, my favorite one that hung just low enough to feel comfortable but just tight enough to make me feel… something. I didn’t expect anyone else to be out here. But then again, it was his house, too. I heard him before I saw him. The crunch of gravel underfoot, followed by the slow drag of a step. And there he was. Alejandro. In nothing but a pair of joggers, hands shoved into his pockets, like he was waiting for something, or someone. His eyes found mine as I stepped into the garden, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. “What are you doing out here?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady, though the sudden flutter in my stomach was anything but calm. “Nice T-shirt,” he remarked, his gaze lingering a lit

My gaze dropped to his dick bulging underneath his joggers. “You were expecting me?” I asked. “I said your name because I know we want each other,” he said. My thigh clenched. “Come in,” he said, opening the door wider. I stepped in slowly, my bare feet brushing against the cold wooden floor. His apartment smelled like spice and smoke, something musky that clung to the air and wrapped around my senses. It was warm and dimly lit, a single lamp casting a soft amber glow over the deep grays and blacks of his furniture. There were plants in the corners, some vines trailing from hanging pots by the windows. The place was cleaner than I expected. Lived in, but not chaotic. My eyes flicked to the couch, to the floor, to the space around us. There was no sign of any woman. No clothes, no wine glasses, no scent of perfume lingering in the air. He must have been touching himself to the thought of me. “Are you a virgin?” he asked, catching me off guard. Was it that obvious? “Yes. Why?”