Ignite me (A collection of Short Erotica)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Hailey's POV Metaphorically. I have had anal sex twice with my husband, and I never got the hype of it. I'm always feeling pain, but not as sharp as the pain I'm feeling now from being stretched with this cock that belongs to his brother. I groan from the physical sensation of tautness. I can feel the tensile elasticity of my hole flexing against his thick and solid length as he slides his cock in and out. My muscles flex and my hands grip tight against the dresser as I grind my teeth together. When he slides in again, that's when my whole body starts to go. I feel the pressure of his cock against the walls on the inside of my ass, slickly pushing past every nerve ending. As he slides further inside, each nerve that he touches reverberates like a plucked guitar string, thrumming through my body in tingling pathways that eventually reach my neck, my shoulders, my scalp, and right up to the centre of my brain. The sensation isn't just where his cock is, it's everywhere. Like he's

“Have you ever been kissed?” He questions. I nod slowly. “On places other than your mouth?” Heat pools between my legs. “No.” I say. It's the truth. His body rises and falls behind me as he breathes into my hair, and I don’t turn around. He pulls my back into his chest, and I gasp as he wraps his arms around my body, pushing me to his desk, my hands instinctively hitting it. He rests a hand on top of mine on his desk, fitting our fingers together as he sniffs my hair. I look down at his possessive hand on mine and the thick, hard ridge of his cock nudges my ass. I groan. “This is what you’re doing to me, Lena. It’s not right. I'm not supposed to be thinking of fucking my 21 years old college student” I feel his length pressing on my butt, and I remember his eyes on me across his desk a moment ago. His hot breath filters through the strands of my hair to the back of my neck, and the flesh of my nipples hardens as his hands tease me so painfully gently. “I think you shou

“Kneel and crawl over to me” He gestures with his fingers, sitting on the bed, manspreading. His towel still covering him. I shiver from his words, and the way my lipstick was smeared on his lips. Having no choice because I'm so desperately in need of that hard steel between his legs, I kneel and crawl to meet him. “Good girl” He pats my head and I begin sniffing him like a dog, my nose rubbing on his thighs, my mouth kissing it, up to his length that is now so hard against the towel. He grabs my face to look at him, teasing my lips with a kiss before unhooking my bra with one hand. “Take it off” he whispers. “Bend over me” He says when my bra comes off, his eyes unmoving from my breasts. My red nipples painfully pointed out. But I really do not went to bend over him. I just need his cock in my mouth again or inside my pussy. And so I shake my head mouthing, “No” That angers and surprises him. I see it in the way his expression shifts, his mouth tightening. It makes me more

A lady with a very curvy body, wearing a nurse costume barely fitting her big perfect round boobs and big fat ass opens the door as soon as the doorbell rings. The pizza guy's jaw drops to the floor as he stares hard at her tightly packed boobs. “It’s $100” the pizza guy says. “What? A hundred dollars? I order a 30 dollar pizza” she stomps her foot to the floor and her ass bobs under her tight uniform “I don't have a $100” She tells the pizza guy but he's too busy looking at her massive front. “Hello. Excuse me” She clicks her finger at him. I cringe from the terrible acting. This is what I find myself doing in the late night of New Year's Eve. My twenty- eight year old self horny and watching p**n. God, I'm desperately in need of a man. I wish I could get a man as handsome as my stepbrother tonight. But that's not possible— a man cannot magically appear. I will have to go out, and that I can't do right now. So I'll stick to p**n and touch myself until I cum and the feeling fade

Father Calum's POVIt’s raining outside , and I'm still awake, sitting at my desk in the rectory when I hear something close to a knock. The lamp on my desk throws a small, imperfect circle of light across the open Bible before me. I look away from it and adjust my glasses on the bridge of my nose, listening for a sure sound. A loud knock comes the second time, and I glance at the wall clock, exactly 11:30pm, wondering who it could be at this hour. I'm not expecting anyone until the early hours of tomorrow.The knock comes again—careful this time. Almost hesitant. Each step I take towards the door feels like I'm walking to the altar rather than my own threshold.When I open the door, the night breathes in with her, carrying the scent of rain and something uniquely hers. Something in my chest tightens at the sight of her, and the way she looks makes me swallow and let out a shallow breath. Rain clings to her long curls, gathers at her lashes, and beads on her bee-stung lips, parted jus