บททั้งหมดของ Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Stories : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I was finally alone.Door locked, lights low, Netflix running some show I wasn’t even watching. My head was a mess, images of earlier still flashing every time I blinked. Lily moaning under me, then her mum’s tits spilling out when I grabbed her.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled sharply. My cock still twitched at the memory, but I forced myself to ignore it, sinking deeper into the bed.That’s when I heard a knock.A steady, firm knock.Before I could even answer, the door creaked open, and my dad leaned halfway inside.“Elijah,” he said, his tone casual. “Are you busy?”I sat up, trying to school my face. “Not really. What’s up?”He gave a faint smile, like he’d just remembered something small. “Could you do me a quick favor? I need a new pack of shaving sticks from the store. I was about to head out, but since you’re here, maybe you can grab it for me.”For a second, I just stared at him. My father. The man whose wife I’d nearly torn apart an hour ago.“Yeah…” I cleared

Her lips were still wet when she pulled back, chest rising and falling, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. She tried to catch her breath, tried to pull herself together, but Elijah wasn’t done.Not even close.Before she could speak, his hand gripped her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his. His gaze was dark, blazing, full of hunger. “You think I’m satisfied with that?” he growled, low and rough. “I want more. I want all of you.”Her mouth opened, some half formed a protest trembling on her lips but it died the second he shoved his seat back and pulled her onto his lap.She gasped, her knees straddling him awkwardly against the console, skirt riding up her thighs. He didn’t give her a second to hesitate, his cock was already pressed against her, hard again, insistent, sliding against the damp heat between her legs through the thin lace of her panties.“Elijah,” she whispered, voice shaky with guilt and need.“Say it,” he demanded, his hands gripping her hips, dragging her clo

I slipped a second finger inside her pussy, and she nearly lost it. Clara’s whole body jolted, her thighs trembling against my arm, her grip on my hair tightening almost painfully as she tried to stay composed.Her head tilted back just a fraction, lips parted, and I saw it, the wildness in her expression, the desperate effort to hold herself together while I pushed deeper.Two fingers stretched her, filling her pussy in a way that made her hips jerk down against me, seeking more. And god, I wanted to give her more.So I slid in a third.She gasped, her voice breaking into the smallest, strangled sound before she bit it back, biting down on her knuckle like she’d lose herself completely if she didn’t. Her body fought the intrusion at first, her walls tight around me, but then she gave way, wet, pulsing, clenching as I drove my fingers in and out of her.I didn’t stop there.My thumb found her clit, rubbing it in fast, merciless circles. Clara’s legs quivered uncontrollably, her thigh

“You can’t pretend it didn’t happen,” I murmured.Her face went crimson. “You’re insane.”“Maybe.” I smiled faintly, leaning closer. “But tell me you didn’t like it. Tell me you didn’t feel anything.”Clara hugged her books tight to her chest, like they were armor. “I, no, Mara, you don’t understand. It was wrong. It’s—it’s gross.”I tilted my head. “Gross?” My hand slid over the desk beside her, caging her in without touching. “Funny. Your body didn’t think so.”“You really think I’m insane?” I whispered.“Yes,” she breathed, still trembling. “Completely.”“Then why weren't you pushing me away until you released?” My mouth grazed her ear, and she shivered. “Why are you still here?”“Do you want me to suck you?”Her eyes flew wide. “Mara! That’s, no, that’s—” She stuttered, her voice breaking into a half-whisper. “That would make me feel… weird. Just thinking about it. Your mouth… there.”“On your pussy?” I teased deliberately, savoring the way she flinched at the word.She nodded on

The clock on my wall ticked louder than usual.7:30 pm.I sat on the edge of my bed, my nightgown brushing against my thighs as I swung my legs restlessly. Every creak of the house, every distant sound outside made me lift my head, thinking it might be her at the door. But no. Nothing.I had been waiting since I got home, counting the minutes like each one belonged to her. I hadn’t even bothered with homework. My mind was far too clouded with Clara, her voice, her smirk, the way she’d squeezed my hand on the walk back.But now the anticipation was becoming unbearable.My heart thudded in my chest as another five minutes passed. She wasn’t here. What if she’d changed her mind? What if her mother hadn’t let her out? Or worse, what if she’d decided this whole thing was insane after all?I hugged my pillow tightly, burying my face into it, and groaned. I wanted her here. I wanted her warmth, her daring words, her hands on me just as much as mine had been on her.The nightgown slipped sli