Sinful Nights: A Collection Of Erotic Desires의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

Nicholas’ POV The reaction was instantaneous. Her breath caught in a sharp “Oh!” Her back arched, her nipple pebbled even tighter. Her eyes flew open, wide with surprise… and intense arousal. Well, well. I did it again, a little firmer. Smack. The sound was crisp in the quiet room. Her tit jiggled enticingly. “Yeah,” I said, my voice dropping, adopting a dominance I didn’t know I had. “You’re pissing me off.” Smack on the other one. “Won’t let me fuck you.” A harder slap. “Won’t let me taste you.” Even harder. Her skin was turning a beautiful, warm pink. She was whimpering now, little desperate sounds. Not in pain. In ecstasy. “Stand up,” I commanded. She scrambled off the bed, standing naked before me, her eyes wide. I got up and pushed her back against the wall, my hand coming up to cup her jaw, squeezing her cheeks. “You swallowed my cum like a good girl,” I snarled, my

Nicholas’ POVI set up camp three aisles away but couldn't focus. The words blurred into visions of Anna by the pool, topless, dragging her breasts through sunscreen on Rebecca's back.After two hours, l'd managed a pathetic five notecards. Giving up, I shuffled back to her table. She gestured for me to sit in the chair next to her, angled so we were close.The only other person was a scowling girl with thick glasses about fifty feet away, buried in a Biology tomb."Nicholas," Anna began, her voice so soft I had to lean in. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. And to tell you I am really, truly sorry about what happened in Daisy's room the other day."Heat flushed my face. I hated that I blushed so easily. "Apology accepted. It's fine." I acted like I was getting up."No, wait." Her hand touched my wrist, a brief, warm pressure. "Please.""Look," I said, my voice rising slightly before I remembered where we were. I lowered it to a tense whisper. "I know she's got you guys in on so

Nicholas’ POV We drove to her house in a charged, comfortable silence. Her parents were home, so the exchange was quick and innocent-seeming-she handed me a small cloth bag, whispering "The real ones are inside. The key's on the ring." "Go get her," she breathed as she hugged me goodbye at the door. "Show her who's boss." Sunday was agony. My body was a live wire, my mind a war room plotting the perfect ambush. When? How? Mom was puttering around all day. Daisy was in and out, giving me unreadable glances but saying little. My balls felt like they were full of molten lead. I tried to work on my project at the kitchen table. Mom and Daisy were in the adjacent living room, sharing a bottle of white wine after dinner. Their laughter, their easy chatter about Mom's work colleagues, grated on my nerves. I stared at my textbook, the words swimming on the page. A theory they taught us that wasn't even considered viable anymore. What was the

Nicholas’ POVThen I was on her, my mouth and hands claiming what was mine. I worshipped her breasts with a fervor that bordered on violence-sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, licking and biting, squeezing the full weight of them in my palms. I pushed them together and tried to suck both nipples at once, making her gasp and giggle.I took her left breast and pushed it toward her face. "Suck it," I commanded.She obeyed instantly, leaning her head forward to take her own nipple into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she sucked. The sight was devastatingly erotic.I began to kiss down her body-her ribs, the quivering plane of her stomach. I reached the button of her jeans.They had to go. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged them down in one rough motion. She was completely bare, just as Anna had said. Smooth, shaved, beautiful. Her pussy glistened faintly in the the low light.I grabbed the knife from the nightstand again. Her eyes followed the blade as

Nicholas’ POVThe week after I finally fucked Daisy was a blur of sensation and sticky sheets. My body felt like a different entity-rewired, hyper-aware, permanently humming with a low current of lust. Mid-terms loomed, and I tried to cram finance formulas into my brain, but all I could see was the look on her face when l'd locked the real cuffs, the feel of her coming around my cock. I jerked off constantly, of course. In the shower, the memory of her taste making the water steam. In my car between classes, gripping myself hard and fast, picturing her tied to her bed. Before sleep, after sleep, during a boring lecture on macroeconomic theory. My hand was my constant, shameful companion.Daisy and I moved through the house in a new, charged harmony. The tension wasn't gone; it had mutated into something deeper, a constant awareness that buzzed between us like a live wire. We'd brush past each other in the hallway, and my whole side would ignite. She'd catch my eye over dinner, and a s