Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

From down the hall, the faint sound of Mom shifting in her bed creaked through the silence.“Shit,” Elijah hissed, scrambling up and yanking my shorts back up over my wet thighs. My chest was still heaving, my knees barely holding me up as he grabbed my hand.We bolted down the rest of the stairs, breathless, hearts hammering, slipping into the kitchen before the bedroom door upstairs could even creak open.I leaned against the counter, still trembling, still soaked, still tasting the aftershocks of his tongue. Elijah pressed close behind me, his lips brushing my ear.“You screamed so loud,” he whispered, almost smug. “Bet she heard.”I swallowed hard, my whole body still on fire. And I couldn’t even deny it, part of me wanted her to.The kitchen light hummed faintly above us, shadows stretching across the tiled floor. My body was still twitching from that orgasm when Elijah suddenly grabbed me, lifting me up and laying me flat across the cool surface of the fridge.The shock of cold

I leaned in close, my grip on her wrist still firm. “I swear on all fours,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous, dripping with hunger, “if you give me this overwhelming stuff I’m seeing right now… I won’t ever think of going near your daughter again.”She shuddered, torn between anger and something else, something her body couldn’t quite hide. Her chest heaved, making her breasts bounce, nipples straining through the thin fabric as if they were begging me to bite down on them.My smile turned into a grin, sharp and feral.“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been craving this, do you?” I whispered, letting my free hand slide from her arm to the swell of her waist, brushing the edge of her bra. “You think I’ve only been looking at Lily? No. I’ve seen you, every damn day. Walking around this house like you don’t know how tempting you are. And now…” My thumb grazed just under her breast, making her gasp. “Now you’re mine.”Her lips parted, her eyes flicking with horror and heat all at onc

The house wasn’t quiet anymore.A creak on the stairs. My father’s voice, calling her name.But I was too far gone.Her ass clenched around me, hot and tight, milking every thrust I gave her. I drove harder, pounding her against the counter, my cock buried so deep I swore she’d never walk the same again.She tried to turn, to protest, but I wasn’t having it. I slammed my palm over her mouth, pinning her scream down into nothing but muffled whimpers.“Stay still,” I growled into her ear, my breath ragged, sweat dripping down my spine. “You’re gonna take all of Daddy’s cum right here while the real dad calls for you upstairs.”Her nails clawed the countertop, body jerking with every brutal stroke. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed through the kitchen, reckless, obscene.“F-fuck…” I hissed, feeling the pressure burn at the base of my cock. My balls tightened, heavy, desperate for release.“Baby?” My dad’s voice boomed again, closer this time, sharp with suspicion.Her

People think I turned out this way because I’m cruel by nature. They think I was born a bastard, destined to ruin anyone stupid enough to come close.But the truth? I wasn’t born like this. I was made.I still remember the first time I was introduced to sex. I was barely fourteen, still a boy who hadn’t grown into his bones. My father’s friend, a woman in her late thirties used to come around often. She was bold, loud, with hips that swayed like she owned every room she walked into. At first, I thought she was just friendly. Too friendly. She always brushed her hand against me when she passed, always leaned too close when she spoke. I didn’t understand it then.One night, she cornered me when no one else was home. I was in the living room, half asleep on the couch, when she slid in beside me. She smelled like wine and perfume, her lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.“You’re not a little boy anymore, Elijah,” she whispered. Her hand was already on me before I could move. I f

~Trent“Are you new here?”The voice came from behind me just as I finished locking my cabinet in the school’s basketball training room. I turned, already guessing from the tone that it belonged to someone who owned the space, someone confident.I wasn’t wrong.“Yeah,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “I’m Trent. What about you?”The guy leaned casually against the row of lockers, his arms crossed over a chest that looked like it had seen more than a few hours under a barbell. His eyes were sharp, curious, but not unfriendly.“My name is LeBron,” he replied.I couldn’t help it, I smiled. “LeBron as in LeBron James?”He smirked. Clearly, he was used to that. “Yeah. And I’m the captain of the basketball team.” He tilted his chin toward me. “Judging by what you’re doing here and the fact you’re already in a jersey, I guess you’re trying out too?”I nodded, pulling the hem of my practice jersey down. “Yeah. I figured I’d get a feel for the place before practice kicks off.”LeBron ga