บททั้งหมดของ MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

As I stood in front of the mirror in my small bathroom, I stared at myself for a long time. The harsh white light above the mirror buzzed softly, flickering every now and then like it couldn’t decide whether to fully stay on or go out. My reflection looked back at me—wide brown eyes, a full bottom lip that was trembling slightly, and cheeks still a little puffy from crying the night before.I gripped the sides of the sink so tightly my fingers started to hurt. My nails were digging into the ceramic, but I didn’t loosen my hold. I felt like if I let go, I might fall apart again.How dare he call me that?A prude.That word echoed in my head like a slap I couldn’t forget.James. My boyfriend—or, well, ex-boyfriend now. He broke up with me last week. Just like that. No big fight. No warning. He came over, sat on my bed, and told me he didn’t think it was going to work between us anymore. I had stared at him in confusion, thinking maybe he was joking. But he wasn’t.When I asked him why,

The voice was deep. Smooth. Rich. The kind of voice you feel all the way down your spine.I turned slightly and looked toward the couch.He was there. A man. Sitting in the shadows. His body relaxed, legs slightly apart, one arm draped over the back of the couch. A glass rested in his hand, the liquid inside catching the faint glow of the lamp. I couldn’t see his face. Only his broad shoulders. His stillness.And that voice.Something about it made my knees weak.I didn’t even think. I reached out and locked the door. Click.I turned back around, heart hammering, my breath caught in my throat.My mask was still on. It clung gently to my face, hiding the blush I could feel burning across my cheeks. My breath was shaky. My lips slightly parted. My eyes were wide as I stared into the shadows where he sat. And even though he hadn’t moved an inch, I could feel his gaze.It wasn’t just him looking at me—it felt like he was touching me with his eyes. The way heat does when you stand too clos

I licked my lips nervously before leaning forward. Hesitantly, I stuck out my tongue and gave the tip a tentative lick, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum. He groaned, the sound shooting straight to my core.As I knelt before him, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. This was really happening. I was about to give my first blowjob, to a virtual stranger no less. The nerves were there, but so was an exhilarating thrill. I wanted this, wanted him.Licking my lips, I leaned forward until I could feel the heat radiating off his cock. Up close, it looked even bigger and more intimidating. Gingerly, I stuck out my tongue and gave the tip a tentative lick. The salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum exploded across my taste buds, making me shiver with need.His sharp intake of breath spurred me on and I opened my mouth wider, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around experimentally, savoring his unique flavor. It was musky and masculine, unlike anything I'd ever tas

He searched my face for a moment, then with a low groan, thrust forward hard. I let out a gasping moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me wide around his thick length. The suddenness of it took my breath away. He remained still for a moment, letting me adjust to the intense feeling of fullness. I could feel every throbbing inch of him pulsing deep within my tight heat.He gazed down at me with eyes full of concern and barely restrained hunger. "You good?" he asked, voice low and rough with desire.I nodded, my inner walls fluttering around his shaft as I tried to relax into the sensation. "Mmm, yes," I breathed, my voice quivering slightly. "It's so big. I feel so full."He groaned at my words, his cock twitching inside me. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled. "Your little pussy is gripping me so good."Slowly, he started to move, pulling back until just the tip remained inside me before thrusting forward again. I gasped at the pleasure-pain of it, my hands clut

“Why are you ignoring me?” he asked again, his tone sharper now, more impatient. His brows pulled together in a frown, and I saw the frustration building in his eyes.Still, I didn’t answer. I didn’t flinch. I stood my ground, even though every part of me was trembling inside.I saw it happen then—his hand came up and rubbed across his face, like he was trying to stay calm, but I could tell I was getting under his skin. And then—He moved. Fast.Before I could react, he grabbed my wrists. I gasped, the sound echoing softly in the quiet space. My eyes widened as he pushed my hands up over my head, pinning them gently but firmly against the wall with one hand.My back arched slightly from the movement, my chest brushing against him. I could feel his body now, pressing just barely into mine. His strength, his warmth—it was all around me. I was caged in. Not by force, but by tension. Electricity.The kind that made your breath catch and your knees wobble.I stared at him, lips parted, bre