All Chapters of Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

KATHERINEI arrived awake, my body thrumming from pleasure, my muscles weak, too tired to move an inch. I parted my eyes slowly, glancing around the room. A blurry image sat across the chair from me. I blinked once, twice, until the image became clearer.Jason sat across from me, a phone in his hands, his legs crossed over one another.“Awake?” he asked, his voice lacking any emotion.I paused as reality dawned on me, realizing I was still naked. The room carried the faint scent of cum and sweat, my neck sore, my split lips dry.“Jason, I can explain,” I stuttered, shocking myself as I tried to get off the bed. My feet dragged forward but I lost my balance, collapsing back into the sheets.“Lie the way you were before, Katherine,” Jason ordered, his words chilling now. I laid back in bed, deciding not to say a word. I was enveloped in desire; I didn’t think. I had no idea how we had gotten here. What did Jason see? What did he know?“Jason, please, I can explain, I swear I—” I stutter

My reflection flashes as I walk past the full-length mirror by the side of the door. Slowly, I take a few steps backward to see the level of sin bagged in a body, like a filthy walking temptation. Big breasts push against my shirt, desperate to snap my buttons and rip the fabric apart by just kissing the thin fabric with my hard perked up nipples. The soft mounds are delicate to my shirt, clinging to the area and making it easy for a freak to trace the outline of my full breasts. One silly step has it slapping together and bouncing beneath the shirt like ripe watermelons.‘No, Ash.’ The soft voice groans in my head. ‘There’s no way that you’re thinking of masturbating when your mum may just walk in.’True.I squeeze my hands in fists, resisting to urge to slide through the raised part of my chest and tease the soft under of my breasts…And maybe run my slutty fingers down my bare belly, to the delicate button right in the middle, and down to my shorts…‘Just go, Ash!’ my brain scolds

My mouth is full… with the stranger’s cock. His dirty precum… and my filthy desire mixed. He pumps his hips in my mouth, thrusting his thick, long cock further in, squeezing every inch until my slutty mouth opens wider to accommodate him.“Uhhh…” I grab his knee, finding balance, panting like I’m learning how to breathe for the first time. Still, he thrusts, hard, wicked… Blasting in until he’s teasing the back of my throat. Until my eyes pop out, almost falling out of their sockets.Until the only thing I can taste is him. His precum melts on my tongue. A faint, salty-sweet trace lingered on my taste bud, like the first sip of ocean breeze... Delicate.Sensual. Raw.“You have such a small mouth.” He mocks me. “You could take more, kitty.” He scoffs and adjusts on the seat, a perfect angle to slam the tip of his cock against my throat.For a moment, I don’t remember his fingers digging into my scalp. All my brain can process is a stranger’s fat cock filling up my mouth. The sa

If there’s a better place your pussy belongs to, it's certainly not in your tight cotton pants that leave it dry and swollen, or clasped firmly between your thick thighs, barely having a good summer time…It's right in the hands of a stranger.One with a calloused palm, eyes of fire and filth, and a body drenched in sin.Yeah, right in the fucking palm of the pervert, cupped like a pocket pussy just to entice you… And just when it thickens with arousal, wet and succulent, it gets fucked by his long rough fingers until you're leaking and sore.And sitting right in a random bus, beside the most filthy stranger whose coarse palm is lodged between my thighs, claiming every ounce of my wet cunt.“Damn…” His breezy tone fans a soft spot on my neck. “I just wanna worship your pussy, princess.” “Huh?” My eyes pop out. I bite my bottom lip and chew while my ass twists restlessly in the seat.God… my pussy thickens in his palm, softly grazing his rough touch, leaving wet trails from the paths

Chapter 8: Fixed Next To Your Hot DadGawking at the well-sculpted image of my bestie’s dad, I may not be so sure of anything in this life, but I know I won't keep my promise of not sitting on top of this man and checking him.I can't. A body built like that is meant to be appreciated. Fucked till you have his perfection imprinted on every inch of your body. Your screwed brain. Body.Goddam pussy.“Ashley?” His steel tone breaks the slutty spell freely roaming the air.“Huh?”I roll my eyes in confusion and look at the gateman before I drift off again. I can hear my heart beating so loudly in my head. “Come on in.” He motions for me to stroll in. If there’s a term for walking gods, it's him.Maybe I'm too slutty to not yell out how this motherfucker dominates my mind. He’s in simple ripped jeans and a sleeveless ash shirt. His muscles… Fuck me, bitch. Damn. I subconsciously bite down on my lower lip and nibble nonstop. I trace the free edges of the vintage scarf thrown around hi