Semua Bab Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection: Bab 311 - Bab 320

I want to tell you a story.I feel nervous about it. It’s intimate and revealing and those are always hard to share, but I want to share it with you because I think that maybe you would enjoy it. I think that maybe this story will help you learn something about me and then you could tell me a story and I can learn about you.It was years ago when I was a much younger man. Some think that with age, men grow sexier and more confident. That scars bring wisdom and trauma brings perspective and there are times when I believe that may be true—but when I think of this story, and of the younger me, I remember a fit and hungry young man who didn’t know well enough to flinch. He was so open with his feelings and every plan he made had a short life span and he wore no worries around his neck.Part of why I’m nervous to tell you is that I’m worried that you will hear about the younger me and want him more. It stands to reason that if I would rather be him then you would rather have him. Back then

I don’t know when he snuck into my room, but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick, which was hard as granite.“When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror?” I wondered silently.My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me, was now in my bed.“For as long as I’ve been in the States, I’ve tried hard not to touch you, but then I saw your door open, and when I peeked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore,” René whispered in my ear, as if he had heard the questions I had just asked myself.I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped, and I pumped back.He went faster, and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.“Ahhh! I’m about to cum,” I

The truck lurched violently, metal groaning as a sharp bang exploded from underneath. One tire blew first, then the second—rubber shredding against the scorching asphalt in a vicious hiss. The whole rig shuddered and swerved hard to the right. The driver cursed through clenched teeth, thick arms flexing as he wrestled the wheel, fighting to keep us from flipping. Gravel crunched under the rims when he finally muscled the truck onto the shoulder. Dust billowed up in a choking red cloud, swirling around the cab before settling in the merciless midday heat. Middle of nowhere. No other vehicles in sight, no houses, no shade—just endless dry scrub, cracked earth, and a sky so bright it hurt to look at.I was riding shotgun, my skirt already hiked high from hours of sitting. My thighs stuck to the cracked vinyl seat, skin damp with sweat that had nowhere to go. The air conditioner had died somewhere back in the last state line, leaving the cab thick and stifling. A slow trickle of perspirat

I wanted Professor Callum Ward to fúck me the moment I saw him.It wasn’t just because he was handsome, although he absolutely was. He had that quiet, serious kind of attraction that didn’t try to impress anyone but somehow pulled all the attention in the room. There was something about him that made it hard to breathe, like the air changed when he walked past. Professor Callum Ward looked sharp and composed, always put together in a way that seemed effortless. His button-down shirts were always crisp, his dark slacks perfectly fitted. He never smiled unless he had to, and when he did, it was subtle, like he was always holding something back.His hair was salt-and-pepper, thick and slightly messy, but it worked for him. It gave him a distinguished, powerful look. He didn’t style it, I was sure of that, but somehow it always looked perfect. His eyes were what really got to me. They were pale and cold, and when they landed on you, they didn’t just look. They studied. They stripped. It f

Craving The Professor (3)    I should have known it would lead to this the second he told me to get on my knees. Maybe I did know. Maybe that was exactly why I stayed. Maybe I needed him to break me open and fill every inch of me until I forgot what it felt like to be untouched.   Professor Callum Ward loosened his grip on my hair slowly, letting the strands slip through his fingers as he guided my face back down to the leather couch cushion. The scent of sweat and old books clung to it, grounding me in the moment. His voice came low and smooth, but every word sent a tremor through my body.   “It’s time for your second hole, Lila.”   The rustle of fabric followed. I didn’t need to look. I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor and the heavy thud of his pants join