All Chapters of EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

'Look at her take it,' someone laughed. Hands everywhere now... groping, pinching. The third exec knelt, tongue lapping at my clit while Harlan prepped me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, vibrations making the blond groan. 'Fuck, her throat's magic.'Gabriel finally moved, circling to my side. He leaned down, nipping my earlobe, voice a hot whisper. 'Good girl. But remember who owns this pussy.' His fingers joined Harlan's, four now pumping inside me, scissoring, making obscene wet sounds. I bucked, tears streaming from the deepthroat, but the fullness was intoxicating.Harlan pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock... thick, uncut, veined like a beast. He rammed in, no mercy, bottoming out with a grunt. 'Mmm... Tight as fuck. Fernandez, you been keeping this all to yourself?''She's mine,' Gabriel snarled, but he didn't stop the blond from face-fucking me harder. Harlan pounded away, hips slamming, balls slapping my thighs. 'Take it, you corporate cum-dump. Sea

Nadine groaned low in her throat, a guttural 'Fuck, yeah,' that vibrated through her body and straight into mine. Her hand tangled in my hair, not pulling yet, just guiding, asserting that dominant edge that had me dripping onto the floor between my knees. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, taking her deeper inch by inch until the veined shaft stretched my mouth wide, bumping the back of my throat. Gagging a little, I pulled back, strings of saliva connecting us, then dove in again, bobbing my head with sloppy, eager rhythm.'Goddamn, Larissa, you're a natural cocksucker,' Nadine rasped, her hips twitching forward, fucking my face in shallow thrusts. 'Look at you, on your knees like a desperate whore, slurping on my dick after I just waxed that pretty cunt. Bet you've been fantasizing about this all day, huh?' Her words were filthy, cutting through the wet sounds of my mouth working her, slurps and gags filling the room like some underground porn soundtrack. I moaned around her l

His words hung in the air like a promise, thick with that raw edge that made my core tighten around him. 'Yes, cum inside me.' I started, but the sentence shattered as he thrust up hard, his cock slamming deep, hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur white. I rocked my hips faster, grinding down to take every inch, my nails digging into his chest as the pressure built to a fever pitch. 'Fuck, Alfredo, fill this pussy up! Pump me full of your hot load!' I demanded, my voice a husky rasp, laced with the kind of desperation that only comes from being denied for too long.He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through his body and into mine, his hands clamping down on my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bucked wildly beneath me. 'Take it, you filthy executive whore. Gonna breed that tight hole until it overflows.' His hips snapped up one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt it, the pulse of his release, hot spurts jetting against my walls, coating me

~Nyra's POV~ I have a crush on my professor... but I'm not talking about a puppy love type of crush. Instead, it's the kind where I ache to fuck him so bad until I can't feel my legs anymore, my pussy throbbing just from the sight of him striding into the lecture hall. Dr. Ronan Hale, is the new adjunct in the literature department... tall, broad-shouldered, with that sharp jawline shadowed by a day's stubble and piercing grey eyes that seem to strip you bare without even trying. He's got this quiet intensity, like he's holding back a storm, and every time he lectures on forbidden desires in classic novels, I swear he's staring right at me, making my nipples harden under my thin tops.From day one, I decided to make him notice. I'm Nyra Voss, a senior with a reputation for being the campus tease, the girl who wears skirts that barely cover her ass and tops that dip low enough to show the lace of her bra. But for Ronan? I upped the ante. No panties, ever, when I'm in his class. I cl

~Octavia's POV~ The clock on the wall ticked past 2 a.m., its relentless rhythm mocking me as I fumbled with the back door key, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. I'd done it again... slipped out for that underground party in the warehouse district, bodies grinding under strobe lights, the air thick with sweat and cheap booze. But tonight felt different. The house was too quiet, too still, and as the door creaked open, a shadow detached from the darkness of the living room. My stepdad... Jeremy, stood there like a goddamn predator, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, eyes gleaming in the faint glow from the city lights filtering through the blinds.'Going somewhere, princess?' His voice was low, a velvet growl that sent a shiver straight down my spine. Not fear, exactly, something hotter, more dangerous. Jeremy wasn't like the other dads, with their awkward lectures and empty threats. He was a CEO, the kind who crushed boardrooms and bent people to his wi