Semua Bab Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The rest of the walk felt like my pulse was in my ears. Every time her arm brushed mine, I had to stop myself from dragging her into another kiss right there.By the time we reached the grocery store, I’d almost convinced myself to cool it, almost. But the automatic doors slid open, and she was suddenly beside me again, leaning in close like the shelves were hiding our secret.She grabbed a basket, her fingers brushing over mine when she passed it to me. “You’re acting all calm now,” she whispered, the corner of her mouth twitching.“That’s because we’re in public,” I murmured back, letting my eyes linger on hers for a beat too long. “Doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it.”She smirked and drifted down the snack aisle, deliberately swaying her hips like she was trying to make me lose it. I trailed behind, tossing things into the basket without even checking the labels.When she bent down to grab something from the lower shelf, she glanced over her shoulder just enough to meet my eyes

Her breasts were so perfectly soft and supple and her brown nipples felt delightful in my mouth. I spent my usual lengthy time there while she groped for my large breasts, stroked my hair, and cooed, I entered her pussy with a finger and felt the warmest, wettest woman I ever knew in this way.How incredibly soaking wet she was, amazing. I lifted my head from sucking her tit to tell her what was next. “I simply cannot wait to go down on you again.”She moaned with ecstasy.My body hums with satisfaction as I settle into the familiar position of what we have planned. Ivy's breath came hot against my laps, her tongue already tracing lazy circles around your clit. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the delicious feeling of her mouth on my pussy while I take her own pink folds into my mouth.Her hips jerked when I lick up her center, her taste flooding my senses. I pressed my tongue deeper, dragging my tongue across her clit before sucking gently. She responds by mirroring my

That only drove him wilder. His cock slammed into me with savage force, his hips snapping so fast I could barely keep upright. The TV wobbled beneath my grip, my nails screeching across the glass as I cried out.“Say it again,” he barked, pulling my head back so his lips brushed my ear. “Say who’s fucking you better than your anyone ever could.”“You—” my voice cracked with a sob of pleasure. “You, daddy. Only you.”His laugh was dark, feral, vibrating through my spine. He didn’t let up, not for a second, slamming me so mercilessly that tears pricked my eyes ans streamed down my cheeks, dripping onto the glass as my body shook under his control. Every thrust was harder than the last, his cock driving into me so deep it felt like he was carving his claim inside me.My knuckles whitened as I clung to the television, my breath breaking into helpless sobs of pleasure. He yanked my head back by the hair, forcing me to look sideways at my own reflection in the dark screen my tear-streaked

I was barely holding myself upright, one hand gripping the counter, the other stirring the spaghetti as he relentlessly slammed into me from behind. My ass bounced with every thrust, my hips jerking uncontrollably while the wooden spoon clattered against the pot with each frantic motion.“Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he groaned, pressing his chest into my back, one hand clenching my waist, the other sliding down to squeeze my ass with brutal force. “Cooking for daddy, taking every inch… you love it, don’t you?”“Yes! Daddy!” I cried, my voice breaking, the sound of boiling water mixing with our wet, lewd slaps echoing through the kitchen. My breasts bounced with every movement, and the heat of his cock buried deep inside me made me see stars.His thrusts grew faster, harder, merciless. My knees threatened to buckle, but he held me tight, forcing me to ride him against the counter while I scrambled to finish the spaghetti. My moans were loud, unrestrained, dripping with desperati

Mark wasn’t done. Not even close.He growled against my neck, still buried inside me, before pulling out slowly, his cock wet with our combined mess. I gasped at the emptiness, trembling, but he only smirked, grabbing my hips and forcing me higher.“Put your leg up there,” he ordered, lifting one of my thighs and hooking it over the treadmill handle. The stretch made me cry out, my body completely exposed, ass lifted, pussy dripping, his dominance absolute.“Mark—” I whimpered, breathless, trembling against the machine.“Shh,” he husked, lining his cock up behind me again. But this time he pressed lower, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my tight little hole. My whole body shuddered, instinctively clenching.“Oh my god Mark—”“You’ll take it,” he growled, his chest flush against my back, his hand squeezing my breast roughly while his other hand slid down, fingers teasing my soaked pussy lips. “You’ll take Daddy everywhere he wants.”Before I could protest, he pushed. Hard.