Semua Bab Dirty Cum-mandments: Daddy One Shots : Bab 41 - Bab 50

KOURTNEY I opened my mouth to talk, to ask what he meant. But before a single syllable could escape my throat, Professor Astor’s hand shot out. He placed one long finger directly against my lips, silencing me instantly. "Shh," he whispered, his dark eyes boring straight into mine with an intense, hypnotic look. The feel of his finger against my lips was completely unexpected, sending a sharp shockwave straight down to my stomach. He slowly dragged his finger over my lips, tracing the shape of my mouth, which was slightly quivering with a chaotic mix of both intense anger and a sudden, terrifying arousal. "You are definitely one to talk, Kourtney," he murmured, his deep voice dropping into a low tone that made my knees feel weak. "And maybe you haven't quite realized it yet... but you are in some serious trouble." I frowned, trying to pull my head back to break the contact, but his gaze held me completely pinned in place. He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying the absolute pow

KOURTNEY I moved my hands slowly down to my waist, sensually planting my palms against my bare hips, and began to sway from side to side in an incredibly seductive motion. I lifted my chin high, forcing my gaze to meet his dark, burning eyes. The monster was staring right at me, his eyes darkening to pitch-black with a wave of intense interest. The smug, condescending look he usually wore in the lecture hall had completely melted away, replaced by the raw, hungry look of a client waiting to get exactly what they paid for. This was something I had done countless times on Friday nights. I knew exactly how to move, exactly how to command a room, and deep down, I tried to convince my racing heart that this private office wouldn't be any different from the club. I closed my eyes for a brief second, drawing in a sharp breath, telling myself that I just needed to pretend I was back on the stage at Matteo's. It didn't matter that I wasn't in my usual glittering costume. It didn't matt

SORAYA I stood in front of the full-length mirror, a wild mix of nervous excitement and pure heat humming under my skin. I was stark naked, the cool air of my bedroom hitting my bare body, but I felt like I was on fire. I picked up my phone, opened the camera app, and took a deep breath. I positioned myself right under the warm light of the vanity. First, I reached up with both hands and squeezed my heavy breasts together, emphasizing my cleavage. My thumbs stroked over the soft flesh before I reached for one pink nipple, pinching it gently until it stood up stiff, hard, and aching for attention. Then I snapped. Next, I turned to the side, arching my back as hard as I could so the phone camera could capture every single inch of the deep curve of my round, smooth ass. I tilted my chin over my shoulder, keeping my face in the frame, giving the camera a smoky, heavy-lidded look. I took another picture. Then came the dirtiest angle. I leaned back, my knees bent. Then I spread my l

SORAYA I just nodded because I was way too out of breath and far too stunned to utter any words. Jasper’s dark brows tugged upward in a knowing, mocking look, and he took another slow step closer to me. The heavy smell of his cologne—rich, woodsy, with a thick musky note—filtered directly into my nose. The man was reeking of so much raw masculinity in a way I had somehow never noticed before, or maybe a way I had just actively tried to ignore for years. He towered over me, blocking out any chances of me avoiding him. "I don't believe it was an accident, Princess," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling register. I swallowed dryly, my throat tight as I pressed my back flat against the cold bathroom tiles, desperate for any space. "Why... why would you think that?" I managed to squeak out, my voice trembling. "Why would you think I'd send photos of me nude to you? You're my dad's best friend, Jasper! You're way older than me!" Jasper leaned down slowly, bringing h

SORAYA "You are so fucking wet, Princess," Jasper rasped out, his voice thick and heavy with pure desire. Before I could even let my body get familiar with the feel of him, his mouth came crashing down on mine again. I focused on his tongue dipping deep into my mouth, exploring every single corner like he couldn't ever get enough of the taste of me. While his mouth kept me thoroughly distracted and breathless, his large, rough hands went straight to the waistband of my shorts. He worked the fabric down over my hips, dragging them all the way past my knees and down to my ankles until I could step right out of them. His rough, calloused hands caressed their way back up my bare legs, tracing an electric line up my calves, my thighs, and wrapping firmly around the curve of my bottom. He leaned back up slightly, his bulky, muscular frame hovering above me. His dark eyes locked onto mine as one of his hands slowly trailed over my hip to the thin waistband of my soaked lace panties.