Semua Bab RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories}: Bab 211 - Bab 220

His voice cracked on the last word, like saying it out loud might make it disappear.I swallowed, lips tingling, heart slamming against my ribs. My fingers were still tangled in his shirt, knuckles white.“You’re not,” I whispered. “You’re not imagining anything.”He exhaled sharply, almost a laugh, but it sounded more like relief. He traced my cheekbone slowly with his thumb.“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’ve been trying to pretend I don’t notice you. Since the first time I saw you,I have always wanted you, today when you bend over in that damn skirt and the way you looked at me…” He shook his head, eyes opening to lock on mine. “Like you want the same thing I do.”Heat flooded my face and everywhere else. I bit my lip, tasting him still.“I do,” I admitted, voice barely above a breath. “I have for months.”His expression darkened, filled with hunger. He slid his hand from my waist to my back, pulling me flush against him. I felt his cock hard and insistent, pressing against my thig

We stayed locked together like that… panting, sweaty, trembling for what felt like minutes. His weight pressed me into the mattress, grounding me even as my body still fluttered around him.Finally, he pulled out slowly, both of us wincing at the drag. A thick trickle of cum followed, leaking out of me onto the sheets. He watched it with dark, possessive eyes, thumb brushing through the mess, smearing it over my swollen folds like he was marking territory.He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. One arm banded around my waist, the other hand tangling in my damp hair.We didn’t speak for a long time.I lay there against his chest, skin cooling slowly in the dim light filtering through the half-closed blinds. His heartbeat thumped steady under my ear….strong and too calm for what we’d just done. My body felt heavy, used, deliciously sore in places I hadn’t known could ache like this. Between my thighs, the sticky warmth of his cum still leaked out in slow pulses every time

Alexander laughed….the kind of laughter that made my stomach flip all over again.“Stay out of trouble until I call you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my ear for the briefest second.Then he walked away, melting back into the crowd like he hadn’t just turned my entire night upside down.The rest of the party passed in a pleasant blur. I laughed with my cousins, posed for photos Mom insisted on, sipped more champagne than I probably should have. Every so often I’d catch sight of Alexander across the room, talking to someone important, laughing politely, but his eyes always found mine eventually. Each time our gazes met, it felt like a secret promise.When we finally left, the cool night air hit my flushed cheeks as Dad’s driver opened the car door for us. Mom was already tipsy and humming, Dad was scrolling emails. I slid into the backseat, still buzzing.My phone stayed silent the whole ride home.I showered, slipped into silk pajamas, and tried to fall asleep without checki

Dinner at hidden izakayas, private yacht cruises on the lagoon at sunset, late-night drives where we’d pull over just to kiss under the stars. One weekend he flew us to London for a single night….front-row seats at a concert, then a suite at the Transcorp Hilton where we ordered room service and stayed up talking until dawn.We watched movies too, curled up in his home theater with blankets and popcorn, or at cozy indie cinemas where no one recognized us. He’d pull me into his lap halfway through, hands under my sweater, kissing my neck until I forgot the plot entirely.He was attentive in a way that made me feel seen. He remembered I liked my coffee with oat milk and cinnamon. He asked about my sketches, pushed me to show them to galleries. When I had a bad day, he’d show up unannounced with takeout from my favorite restaurant and just hold me.Then, one quiet Sunday evening, after a lazy day at his penthouse….me in one of his shirts, him cooking breakfast-for-dinner, he set two plat

Alexander’s eyes were dark with want as he guided me backward toward the massive bed. I felt exposed, electric…every inch of my bare skin humming under their gazes. The sheets were cool against my back as I lay down, heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it.Alexander climbed on first, settling between my spread thighs. He kissed me deeply, while his fingers dipped between my legs, finding me already drenched. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he murmured against my lips. “You really do want this.”I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”Mr. Kane moved to the side of the bed, removing the last of his clothes. His body was broader than Alexander’s, more solid. He knelt beside me, cock heavy and thick against his thigh, and leaned down to capture my mouth in a kiss that was nothing like his son’s. Harder. More demanding. His tongue pushed in, tasting me like he already owned me.While he kissed me, Alexander lowered his head between my legs. His tongue flicked over my clit once…teasing then he su