Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIRTY DESIRES: A Short Collections.: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Keira’s POV My heart thudded in my chest and I lowered myself to the couch, laying flat on my back. The assassin shrugged off his clothes in a flash, leaving only ski mask on. I was still wondering if he was going to do away with it when his engorged flesh caught my attention. His cock was the biggest one I had ever seen. It was long and thick, with a massive head that promised immeasurable pleasure. The thought of that going into my pussy made my heart race even faster. As I met his eyes, the desire I saw in them was unmistakable. Kneeling around my feet, he pressed his full weight on the couch as he hovered above me. Just when I was trying to figure out his next move, I felt a bolt of electricity shooting up to my brain as his finger brushed my clit. He rubbed it in a circular motion, sending shivers down my spine. My chest rose and fell heavily and it was virtually impossible for me to break eye contact from him. It was as if he had full control over every part of me. I shudder

Keira’s POV Later that night, I entered the house still pissed about the whole media circus surrounding Atlas’ death. “Welcome home,” a voice said just as I was reaching for the light switch. A shocked gasp escaped my lips, and I froze with my hand on the wall. I recognised the voice immediately. “Ho–how did you get in?” I asked with fear. The voice had sounded like it came from one of the couches, but I couldn’t be so sure. “Doesn’t matter,” the assassin replied. “You’re home late today. Why?” That time around, I was sure of the direction the voice had come from. “Got held up at the office and I had to deal with traffic afterwards.” My hands trembled slightly as I hit the light switch. The living room suddenly became bright as all the lights came on at once. The assassin was seated on the couch a few meters away from me. He looked so relaxed that it would have been easy for him to convince anyone that he belonged there. Once again, I could have sworn that I knew him, eve

Keira’s POV I stopped moving my hands as he looked down on me, already beside myself with anticipation of what was next. “No. Continue,” he commanded. The thickness in his voice had returned, compared to when he was moaning earlier. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with those skillful hands of yours. Go on.” Returning my hand to my clit, I went on doing what I’d been doing before, flicking and stroking it with my index fingers. Shivers ran up and down my back, not just because of the pleasure I gave myself, but also due to the way he watched me. There was an intense curiosity in his eyes that made me more eager to finger myself. It was almost as if he was controlling me with his eyes. “Get up and sit,” he ordered. Keeping my hand on my clit, I did as he said and rose from the floor to sit on the couch. While I continued massaging my overtly sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure across my body, he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs apart. As he looked straight into my e

Keira’s POV “This can’t be real,” I said, still staring at Gary. I felt disappointed, not only at myself, but also at him. The room was starting to feel choked, leaving me with a crazed urge to run out and get some air. But my legs wouldn’t move, partly because they were still weak from my orgasm. But mostly because I was too struck with shame to move. Gary shook his head, his smile growing wider. “But it is real. Oh, how long I’ve waited for this. Damn, sis. You’re the best woman I’ve ever laid with. Now I wish I had you all those years ago.”“You’re sick,” I spat at him. “Maybe,” he said after a light chicken. “But it’s all because of you. Do you know how many nights I spent jerking off in my room to thoughts of being with you? You were like something delicious that I had never tasted, yet I couldn’t get enough of. I’m glad that I have now.”At that point, I could no longer hold back. I jerked to my feet and started gathering my clothes. Tears were already pooling in my eyes by t

Melissa’s POVMy pulse thudded in my ears as I hurried to get dressed. Even after my numerous efforts to clear my mind, I couldn’t quite do away with the image of Darren doing the things I wanted him to do to me. Just the thought alone was enough to make desire coil in my stomach. If I was already getting wet just from thinking of him, only God knew how the situation between my legs would be by the time I got to his place. Pulling on my jacket, which was the only piece of clothing that remained, I headed towards the door of my bedroom. I didn’t bother stopping to check my reflection in the mirror. I was too eager to get fucked than to care about how I looked. My heart slammed in excitement as I closed the door of my room as softly as possible. Except for the sound of my own breathing, the house was enveloped in a pindrop silence. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I brought my hand up to my chest. Feeling my breasts through my clothes, I confirmed that they were indeed hard. They needed