Semua Bab Ruin Me, Daddy: 50 Shades Darker Compilation : Bab 21 - Bab 30

“I see you're strong…” My lap claps my pussy in a tight hold. It's hard to keep my body still instead of jumping on a free cock like a cursed whore.“We could go again…”“No. No. No.” He grumbles and turns to get a glass of milk from the refrigerator. “I'm not here to fuck you, Sadie. I barely survived that round.” He gulps greedily, leaving patches of cream on his beard. “Where do you get such energy from?” He slips the glass into a sink. Arguing about my sexual needs only makes my pussy gush slimy precum. I pull into the counter, fighting back the rush of pleasure that almost knocks me off the seat. I'm barely composed. “I could teach you.” He takes the towel and starts wiping his body dry. “I'm off to get a document.” My brain explodes from his confession and I clutch the edges of the bar, ready to go forth and fight for that cock. Fuck!I want to slip it inside of me so badly. My body twitches like it has a sex pill dissolving beneath my muscles. “You just came back from

Chapter One: Brother EzraI used to think Ezra was pure.The kind of guy who brought his Bible to lunch and actually read it. He’d blush when girls flirted with him, always saying he was “waiting for the right one.” No rumors. No scandals. No drama. Just those soft brown eyes, parted lips, and a voice like honey when he sang worship songs at the front of the church.I made him my role model and my crush.Until tonight.I never expected to get stuck in a room with Ezra.And definitely not like this.It started as a youth group clean-up day. Folding chairs, stacked Bibles, leftover snacks in Styrofoam plates. He offered to help carry the last set of hymn books to the back storage room. I said sure—mostly because it meant a few more minutes around him.Ezra always smelled like freshly washed clothes and orange peels. Talked gently. Laughed with his whole chest like he didn’t know the kind of effect he had on anyone breathing.He wasn’t just the church boy.He was the church boy.Innocent

Chapter 1: My Pussy On Your PlateIsla’s POVMy pierced clit squeezes between my clenched thighs as I arch forward, pressing harder. My whole body goes rigid, this close to falling off the dining table in front of my mum, bestie, and her sizzling chocolate-skinned dad.‘Fuck. No. No, no.”I watch as his fork slices through the big grilled sausage, sliding smoothly along the soft pink walls. ‘That’s your pussy, Isla, gapped and toyed with.’A soft murmur escapes my lips and I gulp the thick lump of saliva. Raymond Rayes, the hottest black man in the hood, was my crush before I was even legal. He’s the very reason I’m best friends with his nerdy daughter who studies while I binge on raw p**n videos. Volunteers in community services while I service my slutty pussy every damn night, with her father’s name on my lips.And now, he’s the reason I dragged my mum down here for the boring three-day Halloween party she’s hosting for the fun of it. Last year, Stella got into college. We were se

I try to look down, try to see the dick desperately parting my thighs on a fucking train. The place is too crowded to bend comfortably. Behind me, the stranger keeps thrusting hard, eager to break through my clasped thighs. I bend to my toes, ass to his fucking dick. I don't see all of him but the big cap of a black cock makes me gasps. What. The. Fuck?!One I’ve only seen in adult sites. My pussy purrs, leaking precum, instead of it to quiver in terror. This stranger’s big black cock wouldn't just fuck my cunt, it will destroy it.Is Stella’s dad’s cock this black and big?…Shit!One thrust and he slips in between my skinny thighs, filling up the gap with his huge black dick. The shaft is rough and heavily erect. His dick firmly presses to my pussy.‘FUCK!’I clasp my mouth not to speak. How long can I go without screaming a moan?!‘Oh, god!’ Slowly, he rubs his dick against my cotton panties in an ‘in and out’ fashion. I feel my juice drip, soaking the area the entrance of my

Baron’s POV“Miss Penelope is in the company, boss,” Jax whispers to my hearing. “She’s threatening to create a scene outside if you don't show up.” Gosh. Penelope Sinclair. I suck cool air through gritted teeth and graze my balled fist with my thumb. I'm still in the room, tending to Valerie. Her eyes are on me with curious stares. With every bite of her bread, she pulls closer, desperate to hear a word or two. “Send a word. I'll be there soon.” Jax nods and stands upright. He takes his phone out to place the call and walks out of the bedroom, draping in his neat suit as always. “What was that whispering for?” She demands once we're alone. I shrug, not having a definite response. “Business.” She sighs. “I'm not dumb, Baron.” Quietly, I peel off my pajama pants and continue to strip for a quick bath. “You should try and get more rest, love.” I try to dissuade her from pressing further. Her eyes pin me to the wall, searching my face for an answer but can't find any. She heav