บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Confession: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick PT. 2He didn't move. His gaze swept over my bare chest, lingering on my nipples, then dropping lower, to the obvious wetness between my legs. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark and intense igniting within them. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips, mirroring the one I’d seen in the hall. It was the look of a predator that had just watched its prey walk willingly into a trap."So," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through the floorboards, "you want me to do it." He took a step closer, then another, until he was directly in front of me, his shadow falling over my trembling, naked torso. He reached out, his long fingers brushing against my wet nipple. A violent shiver tore through me, a jolt of pure electricity."Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible, completely undone by the raw hunger in his eyes. "Please, Liam. Please. I need you to."His eyes, dark and predatory, burned into mine. "Alright, Emily," he

Book 5 - Taking both dicksThe last student finally shuffled out, leaving the office door ajar, a silent invitation for me to stay. My heart was already pounding, a nervous flutter against my ribs. Professor Davies. His name alone sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill that had nothing to do with literature.He was impossibly handsome, with eyes that saw far too much and a smile that promised to keep every secret I might ever reveal. And I needed an A in his Advanced Literature seminar, desperately. I was ready to do anything for it. Everything.I sat across from his large mahogany desk, my hands clasped in my lap, trying to project an air of demure attentiveness. But my insides were a riot of anticipation. The air in his office, usually academic and hushed, now hummed with a different kind of electricity, thick and heavy, making the small hairs on my arms prickle."Emily," he began, his voice a low, smooth baritone that always melted something deep inside me. It wasn't the voice he u

The sharp, insistent rattle of the doorknob echoed in the suddenly silent office. My blood ran cold, a horrifying dread replacing the aftermath of pleasure. Professor Davies froze, his hand still on my clit, his head snapping towards the door. The muffled voice came again, clearer this time. "Professor Davies? Are you in there? I heard some... noises. Everything alright?"My eyes flew open, wide with terror. I was naked, sprawled on the couch, covered in sweat and semen. He was half-undressed, his large cock still glistening. There was nowhere to hide.The doorknob rattled again, more forcefully. Then, with a soft click, the lock gave way. My breath hitched. Professor Davies's face, minutes ago a mask of raw lust, was now a portrait of shock and controlled fury. His eyes, wide and disbelieving, met mine, filled with a sudden, horrifying realization.The door swung open slowly, revealing a tall, powerfully built man filling the frame. Professor Thompson. He taught Ancient Greek. His pr

David watched her, his hand still resting on her shoulder, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her. Tight, huh? he’d murmured, playing the concerned stepfather, but his mind was a coiled spring, every nerve ending hyper-aware.He wasn’t as oblivious as she thought. Not by a long shot. He’d seen the way her eyes lingered, the way her body subtly shifted when he entered a room, the almost imperceptible hitch in her breath when he brushed past her. He’d felt the insidious pull himself, a dark, forbidden current that ran beneath the surface of their domestic life, a current he’d ruthlessly suppressed for years.But tonight, it was different. Tonight, it was screaming. He could practically feel the heat radiating from her, a raw, animal warmth that seeped into his palm from her thin t-shirt. Her scent, a mix of sweet innocence and something musky, primal, was intoxicating.And those nipples… he’d seen them, pushing against the fabric, dark and rigid, practically begging for attentio

The bassline pulsed directly into my bones, a low, guttural thrum that vibrated through my entire body as I pushed through the swirling mass of bodies. My best friend, Serena, had once again convinced me to venture into one of her infamous "hunts"—an exclusive, dimly lit club known for its liberated atmosphere and a clientele that embraced their deepest desires. I wasn't usually this bold, but tonight, something was different. My dress, a deep sapphire blue, clung to my curves, its plunging neckline barely containing my enormous breasts, which felt particularly heavy and sensitive tonight. I knew they drew attention, pulling stares from every corner of the room, and a thrilling, illicit awareness bloomed in my stomach.Serena was already lost in the crowd, undoubtedly flirting with some dark-haired stranger. I finally reached the ornate bar, ordering a potent whiskey on the rocks. My phone glowed in my hand as I checked my ride-share app; a forty-minute wait. Just enough time for this