Semua Bab On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories : Bab 231 - Bab 240

The Professor's personal slut. (2)   Mia’s POV   I kissed him back with everything I had stored up for the last four years. My tongue met his halfway and we fought for control while my hands roamed over his chest and pushed his shirt open. Buttons popped free and scattered across the tile. He groaned into my mouth and backed me against the sink again. The cold edge pressed into my lower back but I barely felt it because his hands were already under my dress and shoving the fabric up around my waist.   I broke the kiss first and dropped to my knees on the bath mat. My palms slid up his thighs and I looked up at him through my lashes while I worked his belt open and tugged his zipper down. His côck sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the base and gave one slow stroke from root to hea

  My succulent babysitter (2)     "Please... I'm sorry, Emilia- Emi... but, just a little, just let me- I'll be good, I swear. I'll do it just how you'd like, please. I won't go any further, just... let me suck on you... You have no idea how long I've wanted this for, I can show you what you do to me, how wet I get because you, you have to, just a-"       The words hadn't finished falling out when I felt her lips crash against mine. Not the soft romantic kind, it was a rough bruising kiss. Her lips traced mine like she wanted to memorize each space for later. I gasped, my shock lasting only a second before I matched her pace. She tugged on my lower lip, and I groaned; each sound I made fueled her.      &

  Belle's eyes had an evil glint in them, one that reflected just the kind of sin they were about to partake in. The kind of sin that sent even more heat to her core.       Father Noel had hooded eyes, his tongue grazed her skin, as if testing the waters. Belle bent over to reach for his lips, desperate for a kiss, contact of some sort.       Father Noel swerved out of the way and aimed for her neck, landing kisses on every inch of skin he could, biting, tugging, sucking. He did it all.       His hands worked over time, taking her clothes off, fondling with his belt as he continued to bite and tugged on her skin. he needed to feel her nakedness flush against him, fe

  Blake's P.O.V       The tear dropped from my eyes mid-sentence. I froze for a solid minute before my brain restarted with 7 words.       'The girl I've loved is kissing me.'       That was all it took for me to melt right into it, for my heart to stall and my hands to reach for her on their own... but then I paused, going into a form of shock in itself; I broke away from the kiss.       My breath was ragged, but still, "I'm sorry, Ava... I swear this wasn't why I brought you into the room, it wasn't some ploy to try and get you to-"  

 My Demon Husband Makes Me Wet with His Mind (2)     Amy’s POV     The highway stretched ahead like a black ribbon under the late-afternoon sun and the air inside the SUV still carried the faint sweetness of the gardenia tucked behind my ear.    Randal drove with both hands on the wheel and his jaw set in that careful way he used whenever he was trying very hard not to lose control. I could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his knuckles whitened every time I shifted in my seat.    The orgasm he had given me with nothing but his mind still echoed between my legs: a dull, delicious throb that refused to fade. Every bump in the road sent a fresh spark through my clit and reminded me how empty I felt now that his invisible touc