All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I was over and done with fighting my demons. SO many futile attempts, always failing. The beasts always won, no matter how hard I fought. And this fight was the hardest I’d ever faced.I stood no chance whatsoever of winning this war. To think otherwise was nothing short of delusion. Rosie was a greater temptation than all of the other princesses combined.I knew her poor, perfect pussy would still be hurting as she teased me with it, but if this depraved story of us was the rabbit hole the angel wanted to go tumbling down, I’d go tumbling with her, gladly.I swapped the smaller dildo for the next size up and my face was in hers as I pushed the head of it inside her, well aware of just how much it would hurt as she stretched. I’d seen thick dildos brutalising tender pussies many, many times before.Sure enough, she flinched. Braced herself.“Do you want me to stop?”“No.”I pushed in further. She screwed her eyes closed.“How about now?”“No.”I couldn’t help but smile a filthy smile.

Her shining light changed to frustration. I saw the shift before my eyes. She tensed up, shaking her head with a different energy.“Stop it. Age means nothing.”I closed the gap to sit beside her.“You deserve someone to go on the full journey with you, not just take advantage of you at the end of theirs.”“Yeah, yeah. You’re not worth it, you’re the sick guy who shouldn’t be doing it, and I’m just a kid, and all that.” She sighed, and our choice to bury ourselves with no outside interaction showed its face. She was becoming confident around me, aided by the close proximity of a pressure cooker of one-on-one time. “I’m capable of knowing my own mind, thanks, and I want you.”Again, her innocent enthusiasm was touching. I took hold of her hands.“And I want you to get what you need from life.”“What I need is right here. Right now.”I tried to break the tension with a smile.“Naked, playing with marker pens, and rope, with my cock on permanent display. I’ve barely even managed to cook

already, for much greater crimes. My double life in Oxford would have caused me and everyone else considerably less hell if I’d have been transparent about it from the start, but I’m not putting that demand onto you. It’s up to you when and if you break the news about Jenny, but I’ll be right here alongside you, if you want that. I’m not running away again.”I could have cried with relief.“Really? You won’t leave? Not even if the whole estate finds out?”“I won’t leave you,” he said. “But you’re the one whose relationships are at stake here. I’ve walked through my own fire before. This is about yours. If you want to play it down and write Jenny off as nothing, I understand.”I had to laugh. “That’s the opposite of what I want.”His expression was still serious. “You’re sure about that? You’d really like to be hand in hand with the seedy sicko from apartment six? Walking through this shithole estate with everyone jeering?”His words took me aback. That wasn’t how I saw it. Julian wasn

ROSIE JULIAN was an artist with cream. MY tits were streaming with thick white rivers. He trailed splashes down my stomach. And lower… I gasped as he covered my pussy in long dribbles, squirming and grinning as he made his way right back up again. Slowly. I knew what he was going to do as he held the pot of cream up over my face. I offered him my tongue, and he treated my mouth like a slut needing cum – tipping the pot from way up high. My glasses got splattered, and my freshly washed hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. My lips were dribbling, and my tongue was drenched, gooey, and it was perfect. Cold and sweet. I didn’t swallow any of the cream until he kissed me. His tongue lapped around my lips, smearing more, and then it was wet, thick, creamy kisses as I moaned along with him. He had me. I was crazy for him. Absolutely, fullon crazy for him. I was a sloppy mess when he took hold of my face and broke the kiss. His lips were as smeared as mine, glistening, and I wanted more

ROSIE I’LL COME DOWN. Those were the three words I sent before I got dressed and prepared myself. I didn’t know how it would go, or how tempers might escalate, or how the hell she’d react to me, but despite my stomach churning and nerves making my hands shake, I knew that I had to be truthful. On every level. Julian was at my side as I brushed my hair in the mirror. “Are you absolutely certain you don’t want me to come with you? You only have to say the word.” That sentiment meant so much, but I shook my head with a smile, turning into his arms for a hug. “Thank you, but I’ll do this alone. I’ll be back up when I’m done, don’t worry.” His eyes were so beautiful, so loving. “I hope that’s a pinky promise.” “It’s more than a pinky promise, I promise,” I said. And then I braced myself. Time to do it. “Call me if you need me,” Julian said then dropped a kiss on my forehead. “I will.” And then he let me go. My heart was racing and my hands were trembling as I descended