Semua Bab Ignite me (A collection of Short Erotica): Bab 71 - Bab 80

~Theodore~Her ass cheeks ripple with each hard thrust, her firm flesh jiggling under my palms as I grip her hips tighter, pulling her back onto my cock so it’s deep inside her. I caress her back, kissing it, pulling her upright as her pussy pulses around me. I grab one of her full breasts, pinching her nipple, my other hand sliding down to her clit, rubbing it in fast circles, feeling it throb under my touch. She gasps sharply, her back arching, ass pushing back harder against me as she chases the friction. Her moans turn raw, building to a peak, and then she shatters—coming a second time as she rests her body against my desk, jerking, her walls fluttering wildly around my cock, clenching in erratic pulses that milk me, making it damn near impossible to hold back. So I come inside her.I growl, my cock still buried deep in her pussy. But I’m not done. I flip her over quickly on my desk, her legs splayed wide. I grab her ankles and fold her legs tighter against her chest, knees almost

~Kiera~One month later, and the weight of it all hits me like a freight train as I step into the massive stadium in Atlanta. The air is mixed with the tang of sweat from hundreds of athletes warming up. The sun beats down mercilessly, and the crowd's roar is a constant hum in my ears, building to a fever pitch. The Nationals. The holy grail for any college runner. My senior year, my last shot, and I'm not just here to participate—I'm here to dominate. My heart pounds, not just from the nerves twisting in my gut, but from the secret fire that's been burning inside me for weeks. Theo. His "training" has changed everything. My hips aren't locked up anymore, they feel fluid, powerful, like they've been rewired. I glance over to the sidelines where he's standing with the other coaches, clipboard in hand, that stoic expression masking the man who had me bent over his desk last night, thrusting deep and growling about how this would make me unstoppable.I shake out my legs during warm ups,

~Kiera~His hands trace my sides, then he thrusts deep, unmoving. My eyes bulge out and I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging in, urging him on. He starts with slow, long strokes, rolling his hips to grind against my clit at the bottom of each thrust. I scratch his back, moaning his name, my hips meeting every thrust. He begins pounding my pussy fast, so fast that I can’t hold it back. I come easily, it's shattering, my walls fluttering endlessly around him. He groans, keeping the pace through my orgasm, extending it, before his own hits—thrusts turning deep and grinding, hot spurts filling me as he pulses inside me, drawing it out with slow rolls until we're both completely exhausted.He collapses on my body. But he doesn't pull out right away, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “Theo,” I laugh breathlessly, but the heat's already building again. "Let's shower together." He tells me.The water pours warm as we step into the bathroom, rinsing the sweat and cum. The

~Belle~ We move to the dining room when dinner is ready—a long table with simple place settings, candles flickering softly. I sit across from him, Jane at my side. The food looks amazing, steaks perfectly seared, potatoes golden, a salad with fresh greens. As we dig in, the conversation flows easily at first. Jane dominates, ranting about her boss's latest micromanaging episode. "He emails at midnight! Like, get a life." Jane Says. Christopher nods. "You know you've got to set boundaries. Reply during business hours." "Easy for you," she teases. "You're the king of boundaries." I watch him as he eats, methodical cuts, savoring each bite. His knife moves with confidence, like everything he does. During a lull, I catch his eye. "So, Jane mentioned you went to Tokyo. What was that like?" I ask him. "Business mostly.” He sets down his fork. “Meetings, negotiations. The city's vibrant, though." "Vibrant sounds fun," I say, my voice a touch breathier. "Bet you had some advent

~Belle~It gets silent. Not awkward, but electrifying, each second getting intense as we stare at each other. The night air cools further, bringing in a gentle wind."Beautiful night," he says finally, shifting his weight as he stands there, arms now crossed over his chest."Yeah," I agree, treading the water lightly. "The stars are out." Lame, Belle. But he smiles, a real one that crinkles the corners of his eyes.We linger in another quiet for a while, my mind races. Say something. Don't say something stupid. I tell myself, and finally, I venture, "How's work been? Jane says you're always buried in it."He nods, eyes in the air like he's thinking of the best possible answer to my question. "She's not wrong,” he pauses. “The company is evolving, always demanding. But it pays the bills, so I'm not complaining." He pauses again, his gaze drifting back to me. "What about you? College treating you okay?""Yeah,” I say quickly. “It's... intense. Classes are fine, but the social stuff?" I