Semua Bab PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The sun hung low over the beach resort, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Sarah had been coming here every summer with her husband for years, but this time felt different. Her marriage was stale, like old bread, and she craved something exciting.She lounged on her towel, watching the lifeguard patrol the shore. His name was Hero, from what she'd overheard. Tall, with a sun-kissed body that glistened with sweat and salt water. His muscles rippled under tanned skin as he jogged along the sand, his board shorts hugging his strong thighs.Sarah adjusted her bikini top, pushing her full breasts up a bit. She was in her mid-thirties, with curves that turned heads. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and she smiled to herself as Hero's eyes flicked her way. He waved at a group of kids, but she caught him glancing at her legs, spread out on the towel. She decided to test the waters. Standing up, she walked toward the water's edge, her hips swaying just enough to catc

“Is she… is she on him?” John’s voice was a low, hungry rasp in her ear, his hands gripping her hips as the warm Caribbean water lapped around their waists.Dianna could only moan in response, her head falling back against John’s shoulder. Her world had narrowed to sensation: the hard planes of Luke’s chest under her palms, the tantalizing ridge of his cock pressed against her inner thigh through his swim trunks, and John’s possessive grasp anchoring her from behind. This is madness. Pure, intoxicating madness.It had started innocently enough. A shared cab to the private resort. Easy laughter with two other couples from the ship, all of them in their mid-twenties, all riding the same wave of vacation bliss. Luke, with his easy smile and quick wit, and his sister Sara, whose sharp eyes missed nothing. The private pool area, a secluded oasis of waterfalls and hidden grottos, had felt like their own personal playground. The rum punches had flowed, the music had pulsed, and the boundarie

The empty side of the bed was a cold monument. Every night, Clara pressed herself against the far edge, as if giving the vast, chilled space the respect a grave deserved. It had been six months. The silence in the old house was a thick, suffocating blanket.But tonight, the silence had a different quality. A waiting quality.She was almost asleep when she felt it.A whisper of cold air drifted across her collarbone, raising goosebumps in its wake. She shivered, pulling the duvet tighter. Just a draft, she told herself, from the old window frame.Then it came again. Not a draft. This was… deliberate. A distinct, circling sensation just above her left breast. A slow, lazy circle that dipped, for a heartbeat, against the stiff peak of her nipple straining against her cotton nightshirt.Clara froze. Her breath hitched. What the hell?It was ice and electricity all at once. The touch retreated, leaving her nipple tight and aching. A confusing heat pooled low in her belly, a traitorous resp

Julian's control frayed further as he shoved his own pants and briefs down just past his hips, the cool air hitting his heated skin like a shock. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, slapping heavily against his stomach with a meaty thud. It throbbed visibly, the tip already leaking pre-cum in a shiny bead that trailed down the shaft. The sight of her beneath him—legs splayed, core dripping—made his balls tighten painfully, every nerve ending screaming for release.He couldn't wait any longer; the primal urge clawed at him, demanding he bury himself in her heat. Positioning the blunt head of his cock at her entrance, he paused for a heartbeat, grinding against her slick folds to coat himself in her wetness.The friction drew a low moan from her, her hips tilting up to chase more contact. He looked down at her then, drinking in the sight: her chest flushed a deep rose, rising and falling rapidly; her lips swollen and parted, glistening from their kiss; her eyes holding that defiant

He didn't hesitate after that. He pressed forward with a slow, deliberate thrust, the burning stretch stealing my breath. Inch by agonizing inch, he forced his way inside, the ring of muscle yielding reluctantly to his girth. I buried my face in the crook of my arm, muffling the low, guttural moan that tore from my throat. It was an exquisite agony, a fullness that bordered on too much, his cock claiming every tight clench of my ass. The sensation radiated outward, making my thighs quiver and my pussy clench emptily below.He slid deeper, grunting with the effort, until his hips slammed flush against my ass cheeks, his balls pressing against my dripping slit. We both froze there for a heartbeat, panting heavily, the overwhelming intimacy hanging between us. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I could feel the heat of him throbbing inside me, stretching me wide.Then he drew back, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back in with brutal force. I cried out, the sound muffled against