Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I didn’t hesitate. My clothes peeled off with eager fingers, my blouse slipping from my shoulders, my skirt pushed down around my ankles. When I sank to my knees in front of him, his hand gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, like he couldn’t believe he was letting this happen.I wrapped my fingers around his cock, marveling at the heat pulsing through it. The weight filled my hand, demanding more. Slowly, I lowered my lips, licking the head first, teasing him with a swirl of my tongue.His head fell back, a guttural moan breaking from him. “god, Clara…”I took him deeper, inch by inch, until the stretch filled my mouth, my throat straining as he guided me lower with a trembling hand pressing at the back of my head. He was losing himself, hips jerking, sliding into me harder, faster, until he was fucking my throat with desperate, choked groans.His other hand tangled in my hair, tugging, urging, his breath harsh and ragged. The powerful CEO, the man everyone feared, was at my

I fixed myself in the car mirror, smoothing my hair, straightening my blouse, tugging my skirt into place. The heat still lingered on my skin, the faint soreness between my thighs reminding me just how rough Martins had been.I smirked at my reflection. Office slut indeed.By the time I walked into the building, my heels clicking across the polished tiles, I looked like nothing had happened. No one would guess I’d been fucked senseless in the parking lot. I kept my head high, lips glossed, body humming.My phone buzzed in my bag after I had worked for almost 3 hours.I slipped it out casually, expecting a work reminder or some nonsense from HR. Instead, the name froze me.Vincent.I hadn’t even saved his number, hell, I didn’t even know how he got mine.The message lit up the screen, brazen and sharp, Come use my toilet in the next 30 minutes.A laugh escaped me, soft and shocked, earning a side-eye from the receptionist. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my grin. Vincent didn’t waste w

He didn’t let my legs go. Even after filling me, he stayed deep, grinding slow circles inside me while folding me tighter, his chest pressing hard against my thighs.“Don’t you dare think we’re done,” he rasped, his eyes burning into mine. He bent low, his lips closing over my nipple, sucking hard so hard it sent a shock straight down to where he was still buried in me. I cried out, clutching his shoulders, my body arching into his mouth.He alternated between biting and sucking, his tongue swirling mercilessly over my nipples as if he wanted to drink me dry. Every drag of his teeth made my pussy clamp down on him, and he groaned against my breast, his thrusts picking up again.“God you taste so good,” he growled, pulling back only to switch to the other breast, latching on like a starving man. His hips pounded into me with raw power, every slam deep and punishing, every suck on my nipples so rough.The more he fed on my breasts, the harder he fucked me like the two acts fueled each

The pounding grew brutal each thrust slamming up into me so hard my thighs shook, my nails digging into his shoulders for dear life. The chair screeched against the tiled floor, rocking under our frenzy, but he didn’t slow down, he drove into me faster, deeper, reckless.My lips were locked to Nala’s breast, sucking her tit with a feral need. I dragged my tongue across every inch of her soft flesh, biting, slurping, feasting as if her body alone could quench the fire raging inside me. She cried out, her fingers twisted tight in my hair, forcing me to suck harder, to take more of her.“Ohhhh ohhhh god!” I wailed, the sound breaking out of me uncontrollably as my whole body convulsed. My mouth never left Nala’s breast, I latched on harder, sucking her nipple deep into my mouth while my orgasm ripped me apart. My thighs trembled, my belly tightened, and my pussy squeezed him so violently it dragged a groan out of his throat.Nala gasped, cradling my head against her chest, whispering,

~Xavier’s POVI’m Xavier Hunt, nineteen, and if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I live to fuck. Holes, lips, curves, older women, eager classmates… it doesn’t matter. I’m a hole-fucker, through and through, and I don’t even bother hiding it.I left my last school for… reasons. Let’s just say the principal and three of her staff got a little too attached to me, and things got messy. Not my fault they couldn’t handle me, not my fault their husbands or boyfriends found out.This time, I’m smarter. I picked this school for a reason because my friend Rosy wouldn’t stop bragging about it. She told me this place is different, dirtier, rawer. That teachers here don’t just grade homework, they grade how good you make them moan. And the girls? Well, she said they’re just as hungry as me.That was all I needed to hear. I like older women, fuck, I crave them but I don’t mind switching it up. Teachers, students, whoever thinks they can handle me, I’m game.So here I am, firs