Todos los capítulos de THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I didn’t even have time to wipe the cum off my face before he was on me again. I felt my legs being released from the clasp and I sighed in relief. I was going to miss that bar that had my legs spread apart. My thighs ached in the most delicious way, and my skin still buzzed from the orgasm he had ripped out of me. Alejandro grabbed my hips and I gasped as he flipped me onto my stomach, pressing my chest into the mattress. My ass lifted automatically, aching and exposed. I was still trembling, still soaked, but I wasn’t done. Not even close. I needed him, needed more. His hand slid down the curve of my back, warm and possessive, and he groaned in approval. “You’re so wet, muñeca. You want me to fill that tight virgin pussy now?” he whispered, his voice hot against my ear, teasing me like he already knew the answer. I moaned and rocked my hips back toward him, begging without words. He chuckled, dark and cruel and amused. “You’ll beg for it properly.” Then I felt his cock, heavy

I had been trying to reach Max all afternoon. My phone kept ringing through to voicemail and after the third time my patience started to fray. I was not the type to panic but it was our anniversary. Our anniversary. The one day I expected him to pick up or at least answer a text. He did not. Not once. So I did what any woman in her right mind would do when her boyfriend suddenly went radio silent. I grabbed my favorite dinner dress, the one he told me looked dangerously sexy, and packed it in my overnight bag. Then I slipped into my underwear, threw a long coat over it, and hailed a cab. If he was not going to call me, I was going to show up. The city buzzed around me, taxi engines humming and heels clicking on wet pavement. My nerves played a chaotic beat in my chest but I refused to let them win. I was calm and I was in control. I studied my reflection in the taxi window as we pulled up outside Max’s building. My makeup was flawless, my hair in loose waves, and my lips a b

She didn’t move right away. Just held me there, fingers pressing lightly through the thin fabric of my panties, claiming, teasing. Her kiss deepened. Her tongue was slow and patient, coaxing me open. I whimpered, my hips shifting without thinking. Her lips curved against mine. She knew what she was doing. She knew I was already soaking through. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” she murmured, her breath hot against my lips. I shook my head, shame prickling my chest. “Not with a woman.” She smiled like I’d just said her favorite thing. “Good.” Her fingers hooked the waistband of the shorts and panties and dragged them down in one smooth motion. I shivered as the air hit me. “You’re so wet,” she said softly, spreading my legs with a gentle nudge of her knee. “And all because of me.” I could barely breathe as she trailed kisses down my neck, slow, hot, and unhurried. Her mouth moved lower and lower. I couldn’t believe I settled for her pathetic brother when I could have ha

Alex’s breath came in ragged gasps as his body trembled, sweat slick and shining under the dim light. I slid down from Jade’s face, my skin still burning from her tongue and heat pooling low and fierce. Jade smiled at me with eyes dark and hungry. “Your turn,” she said as she nodded toward Alex. He knelt obediently, still slick with my juices and eyes wide and shining with need and submission. Jade handed me a riding crop, its leather soft but firm. I ran my fingers along its length and savored the weight and the promise of control. “Don’t worry,” I murmured. “This won’t leave marks. Just enough to remind you who’s in charge.” Alex swallowed hard and nodded. His gaze flicked between us with lips parted and vulnerable. Jade stepped close behind me and pressed her body to mine. “Show him what you want. He’s here for you.” I raised the crop and drew a slow and teasing line across Alex’s chest. He shivered and whimpered as his eyes fluttered shut. I walked around him and brou

A little whimper escaped my lips, and his pen stopped moving. Then, slowly, like the final note of a requiem, Dean Vale watched me. He didn’t ask what I was doing and he didn’t tell me to stop. He just looked at my flushed cheeks, at my parted lips, at my trembling thighs clenched together trying to cage the pulse of the toy I hadn’t turned off.My breath caught in my throat, and his gaze was glacial, analytical, and patient. He didn’t look upset; in fact, he ignored that he had just watched me orgasm right in front of him.“Sit.”I gave the faintest nod and sat, the vibrator directly on my clit on. He leaned forward, his eyes locking on mine. “You made quite the scene in Professor Smith’s class.”I nodded.“You made an inappropriate sound. A moan he called it and the whole class was witness. Is it true that a twenty two year old girl as yourself couldn’t control herself in class?”I nodded again. “The moan,” he said, voice low, “I assume you were in pain?”I shook my head.“Use yo