Semua Bab Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Bab 41 - Bab 50

That night, I didn’t waste time tossing or dreaming, I already knew where my head was. Chloe. Her kiss burned my lips like it branded me, and the thought of her body wrapped around me made the hours crawl until daylight.The next morning, I walked into class with a calm face but a storm inside. Rosy’s seat sat empty no surprise after what I’d done to her yesterday. She wasn’t the type to recover quickly. Fine by me.At exactly 9:30, Chloe raised her hand in class, voice smooth and confident as she asked the teacher for an excuse. He gave it without hesitation, probably already wrapped around her finger. She stood, her skirt swaying as she slid out of the room. A minute later, I did the same, mumbling something about the restroom. He waved me off.I knew exactly where I was going.The library was quiet when I stepped in, the air cooler, the scent of paper and polished wood heavy. My boots hit the tiled floor softly as I walked in slow, deliberate steps between the rows of books. I had

I left class later than the others, dragging my feet as if my legs didn’t want to carry me out. The whole day, I couldn’t get Amanda’s face out of my head, the way she smiled when she caught me in the library, clapping like she owned the scene, her voice purring about my dick. Every time I replayed it, my stomach twisted.I got to the parking lot, slipped on my helmet, and straddled my bike. The engine purred, but my head wasn’t right. My conscience kept nagging me. What if she tells someone? What if she tells my mum? The principal? Shit. That would ruin me before I even properly started here.I killed the engine and sat there for a minute, staring at the gate like freedom was right in front of me. But no I couldn’t ride home with this storm in my chest. I needed to know. I needed to see Amanda’s face again, to figure out if she was gonna keep her mouth shut… or if I had to find a way to bribe her.So I parked the bike, shoved my helmet under my arm, and walked back toward the main

I kissed her like I was trying to swallow her breath, crashing my lips against hers until she whimpered. My hands roamed down her body, greedy and forceful, squeezing her tits like I wanted to leave bruises. Her nipple hardened under my pinching fingers, and she gasped into my mouth, arching into me.I pulled back just enough to growl against her lips, my voice low and dark.“You’re gonna hold that desk, Amanda. Shoot your ass up, spread yourself open, and let me use you the way I want. I’ll hold your hair like reins, and you’ll take every inch of my cock. You get me?”It wasn’t a question.“Yes, master,” she breathed instantly, her eyes shining with a hunger that was part lust, part surrender.She moved like a woman possessed, turning and bending over her desk, her palms flat against the polished wood. Her tight skirt rode up over her hips, and she shoved it higher until her bare ass was exposed. No panties. Smooth, dripping, ready.“Fuck…” I hissed, stepping behind her, my cock ach

She moved toward the kitchen, her hips swaying slightly with every step, the hem of her skirt teasing her thighs. I closed the door slowly behind us, locking it without even thinking.I led her to the blender, pointed at the counter, and thought to myself, If I can just leave her here until she’s done, I can resist. That was the plan. So I nodded once and walked out, letting the loud whir of the machine fill the silence behind me.But the moment I opened my phone, Amanda’s notification popped up. Another view once. My chest tightened before I even tapped it.Oil. She was pouring oil across her breasts, slow, deliberate, rubbing it into her skin until her nipples glistened.“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath, heat punching straight to my groin. My grip on the phone tightened, then I slammed it down on the table like if I kept holding it, it would burn right through my hand.That was it. No more holding back.I stormed back into the kitchen, the grinding still loud, filling the room like

“You’re mine,” I growled, pounding her so hard the counter rattled under us. “You’re not walking out of here until I fuck you so good you’ll dream of nothing else.”She broke again, shuddering, her body collapsing forward as another orgasm wracked through her. Tears streamed down her face, her voice hoarse, her moans turning into desperate cries. But she didn’t stop me she couldn’t. She was too far gone, too lost in the madness of it, too addicted to the way I was splitting her open and claiming her with every brutal thrust.I tilted her head back, kissing her roughly, swallowing her cries as I slammed faster, my cock a blur inside her. My muscles burned, sweat dripping down my temples, but I didn’t slow down. I wanted to fuck her until she begged, until her body quit on her, until every scream of my name tore from her throat raw and ruined.“Say it,” I demanded against her lips. “Say my fucking name.”She c