All Chapters of DARK SEDUCTION{Erotica short stories}: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

HOLLY'S POV.“Good boy,” I said again, softer this time, my lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Now, put that mouth back to work.”He dove back in, his tongue moving with renewed fervour, and I gasped, my back arching as the pleasure hit me hard. My hips rolled against his face, and I didn’t hold back the filthy moans spilling from my lips. “You like this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice trembling slightly as his tongue circled my clit. “You like being on your knees for me, tasting me, making me feel good. You fucking love eating my pussy?” He groaned in response, the sound muffled against me, and I laughed softly, tugging his hair again. “That’s what I thought,” I said with satisfaction. The pleasure was building fast, my body trembling as his tongue worked me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place, and my moans grew louder. “Don’t stop,” I gasped, my thighs trembling around his head. “Fuck, Zeke, just like that. I’m so close

HOLLY'S POVI knew Zeke should’ve gone home. Grandma would be back soon, but I couldn’t move. After coming twice, I was too weak, too tired out to say a word. We both lay there, sprawled naked on my bed, the room thick with the scent of sex and soap. Our clothes were still scattered across the living room floor, but I didn’t care. I held onto him tightly, my legs draped over his, my head resting against his chest. His warmth, his smell, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, it was all so comforting and so addictive. I should’ve drifted off to sleep, but my mind wouldn’t let me. Even with my body exhausted, my thoughts kept circling back to him. The feel of him. The heat of him. His words. His touch. The way he made me come so easily, so completely. It played over and over in my head, again and again, until the restlessness became unbearable. My hand moved on its own, sliding down his chest, lower and lower, beneath the thin duvet that barely covered us. My fingertips brushed the

HOLLY'S POV.One moment, he was crawling to me, his eyes dark and predatory. And the next, I was scrambling away, trying to escape the relentless pleasure. “Zeke!” I gasped, my voice high and breathless. “Zeke!” I didn’t get far. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me yelp as he grabbed my hips and yanked me back to him. My knees slid against the sheets as he pinned me down, his big hand pressing firmly on my lower back, forcing my chest flat against the bed while my ass arched high for him. “When I have my cock inside you,” he growled, his voice low and rough, “you stay there. Is that clear, ma’am?” I whimpered, the heat of his hand branding my skin as he held me in place. My head turned over my shoulder, and I met his gaze. “Yes!” I gasped. “Oh god, yes! I can’t—I can’t—It’s so deep. I can feel you in my stomach!” He smirked, his hand sliding up my spine, his fingers curling around the back of my neck to hold me steady. “You’re taking it so well,

HOLLY’S POV.A rollercoaster of Zeke in just two days. I felt bad for Marjorie, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been bent, spanked, and fucked in every corner of the house. The balcony, the room, the kitchen, the living room, and, one night, even the garden. It felt like I’d found my own little heaven. My own place, my safe harbour. But deep down, I knew this was nothing more than a beautiful illusion, too beautiful. It scared me, but I wanted that heat, that fire, more than anything else. And yet, Paris lingered in the back of my mind, along with the reminder of my past mistakes with Zeke. Now, here I was, staring at him as I gripped the cone of my melted ice cream. “Cherry, wait until we get home, huh? You’re still drunk, darling,” he said, his voice low and steady as he shielded me from the prying eyes around the beach near his workplace, Stoned Ice Cream Room. “Drunk? You’re the one who gave me that drink,” I teased, leaning closer to him. A playful smile tugged at my lips

HOLLY’S POV“Holly,” he groaned, the sound dripping with lust. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.” I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips slick and swollen as I looked up at him through teary, watery eyes. A string of saliva connected my lips to his cock, and I licked it away slowly, my gaze never leaving his. “Holly,” he rasped my name again, his hand tightening in my hair, his hips bucking forward as if he couldn’t stop himself. “You’re...fuck...you’re so fucking good at this.” I hummed softly around him, letting the vibration ripple through him. I knew what it would do. I knew it would draw another guttural moan from him, and I wasn’t disappointed. His head tipped back, his jaw clenching as a deep groan tore from his throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, slicking his cock as I moved faster, my lips gliding over him in long, wet strokes. The obscene, wet gagging sounds I made only seemed to push him further, his hips moving