All Chapters of Breed Me Dirty {Open wide. Take it raw. Beg for more}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AdelaideThe lady had stopped kissing me; she helped me out of my dress. One of the men helped me undo my innerwear until I was naked in front of everyone. I didn't notice until the cold air caressed my skin. My cheeks burned in embarrassment until I looked up at Ophelia.She was sitting across from the small group, staring at me with desire in her eyes, a wide smile on her face. "Look how beautiful you are, Adelaide…" she whispered.That was all it took to kill whatever last bit of hesitation I had. Someone chugged a mug of that strong drink down my throat; as it trickled down my lips and cheeks, another was lapping it up. Yet my eyes never left hers.They didn't leave hers when one of the men crouched in front of me and put my leg over his shoulder, his mouth latching onto my pussy. My legs almost gave out, but another man came up behind me to hold me and shower kisses all over my neck and shoulders.I shuddered when he sucked my earlobe.The lady fondled my breasts, but I thought o

StacyThe roar of the crowd was deafening, but I couldn’t bring myself to cheer. My friends were bouncing beside me, faces painted and pom-poms swinging from side to side, the whole spectacle in full force, while I sat with my arms crossed.I hadn’t wanted to come. But they had insisted—“It’ll be fun,” they said. “You need to get out,” they said.Instead, I had a front-row seat to watch my ex-boyfriend be the star of yet another damn football game.The final whistle blew, and the stands erupted. He tore off his helmet, sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead, his grin wide as his teammates clapped him on the back.And then she was there—his ex-girlfriend—standing on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him like she would die if she let go. She kissed him all over.I looked away, bile rising in my throat.But of course, he found me. He always did.“Stacy!” His voice cut through the noise. Suddenly he was standing in front of me, his face flushed, wearing that n

Professor Jacobs“You naughty little liar,” I said, licking my lips as I stared at her red cheeks. “You like it when I spank you,” I whispered. “You like it because you like being bad…”“No…” she moaned.I spanked her ass again, this time hovering close to her pussy.“Oh, fuck…” she whimpered.I leaned closer to her ear. “See? Bad girl, you love saying bad words, don’t you? You like it when I spank you, I can tell…”I thrust a finger into her warm pussy without warning. She whimpered softly at the intrusion. When I pulled away, my fingers were soaking wet with her juices.“See…” I raised my finger to her. “That’s how I can tell. Open your mouth…”She did, and then I put my finger into her mouth, in and out slowly, so she could taste herself. I stared at her lustfully as she sucked my fingers clean.She let out a soft moan as she did, her eyes shut, while her tongue did wonders to my fingers, making me wish it was my cock in her mouth.I pulled away and spanked her ass again. “My naugh

YasminWe were sitting in the park behind the cafeteria on the old benches. The area was packed with students chatting loudly.Tessa, my best friend, was scrolling on her phone, picking at her fries. I had known her since middle school, and we had been inseparable ever since.“Oh my God, look at this, Eli,” she said, showing him her phone, a big smile on her face.She had the most expressive face ever. You could tell immediately what she was feeling inside.Eli was my other close friend. I met him in college—more like Tessa had introduced us at one party, and the three of us had clicked instantly.He was stabbing his straw into his cup. “Is it just me, or is this ice-to-drink ratio particularly off today?”I shook my head. “No.”Tessa rolled her eyes. “Urrgh, just drink it, Eli. You fixate on the tiniest things all the time.”“Oh, I’m sorry, Tessa, that I like things done efficiently. By the way, what’s the deal with Professor Jacobs?” Eli asked out of the blue, a mischievous glint in

Unknown’s POVThe basement was quiet again. The fluorescent light above was steady now, no flicker this time, a small victory.I stood over her still body, studying her face like it was a prized painting. The rise and fall of her chest, or her breasts, if you like. They looked fuller in this dress.I wondered what bra she had on tonight. Was it the peach one? No, I think it was the black push-up one. I always loved it when she wore that one. It made her already big breasts look even bigger.My gaze wandered to the faint pulse in her neck. She looked peaceful, almost serene. I hated that she didn’t see me yet, didn’t know me. But I would wait — I’d be patient for her.I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Finally,” I whispered. “The real one.”I stepped back, adjusting the tools laid out neatly beside her. The blade shone under the harsh light. I had taken care to sharpen and polish it. Every surface was clean — scrubbed, polished, prepared. I’d spent days getting this place ready