All Chapters of Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CHLOE Ajax gripped my hips, pressing my back flat against the cold wall. I felt the pleasure coursing through my body again, more hotter and intense this time. I watched lustily as he stroked the thick, veiny shaft right in front of me, his knuckles moving in a blur, his breath coming out rough and uneven. I watched in haze as he bent his cock toward my dripping pussy, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees feel weak. He tried to bend it in, aiming for the center of my cunt, but the cock slipped out. He was just too hard, curved upward and completely erect from the excitement. I watched as Ajax let out a low, frustrated curse under his breath. Then he tried again. This time, he used his fingers to guide his cock slowly toward my pussy. Then the wide head went in first, causing a loud, desperate moan to escape my lips. I gripped his broad shoulders as I felt my sleek pussy parting to make way for him, stretching to accommodate his massive size. He didn

LINDA In my excitement, I’d completely forgotten the state I was.I wasn't wearing a bra—just an ultra-thin, light grey cropped tank top that was completely soaked through with sweat from my workout. The damp fabric was sticking to my skin like glue, clinging tightly to every single curve, outlining everything far too clearly in the bright morning light flooding through the living room windows.Alaric’s eyes lingered there for a long, heavy beat. He didn't rush to look away. There was a quiet, intense beat where the air in the room felt like it lost all its oxygen. His gaze was dark, warm, and utterly unhurried.When he finally brought his eyes back up to meet mine, the air felt thick enough to cut with a knife."It’s only been two years," Alaric said quietly, his voice dropping a notch lower than before. "But look at you. You're all grown up."He turned, looking over at my dad, though a lingering trace of that intense look still hovered in his eyes."How does it feel, Richard?" Alar

LINDA My dad suddenly set his napkin down, pushed his chair back, and stood up from the table. He smoothed down his shirt, picked up his iPad, and glanced between Alaric and me with a smug look on his face. "Well, that was great, but I've got to run," my dad said, checking his watch. "I've got a conference call with the London team in about ten minutes, and it's going to run for at least three hours. Alaric, make sure you feel very much at home, okay? Help yourself to whatever's in the bar or the kitchen." "Don't worry about me, Richard," Alaric said smoothly, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed smile. "I know my way around." My dad turned his eyes to me, narrowing them in a warning tone that was half-serious and half-joking. "And Lin, do not come up to my study to disturb me for every little thing. I mean it. Keep yourself busy." I rolled my eyes, leaning back and resting my chin in my hand. "Yes, boss. Message received loud and clear." Alaric let out a low, amused

LINDA Standing there naked in front of Alaric Ford made a sudden tremble run straight down my spine. I've never felt so vulnerable and turned on at the same time. The cool air of the studio hit my skin, but my entire body felt like it was on fire under his heavy, heated gaze. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with me, his hands moved down to the button of his suit pants. He popped it open with a slow, deliberate flick of his thumb. My chest rose and fell in deep, shallow breaths as I watched his fingers work the zipper down. His eyes stayed completely pinned on mine, holding me frozen right where I stood, making it impossible for me to look away even if I had wanted to. He kicked his shoes off and slid his trousers down his long, toned legs, stepping out of them and tossing them aside into the shadows of the room. He was standing there in just his black briefs, the sharp, muscular V-line of his lower stomach was on full display. It was carved deep, leading straight down into

LINDA Alaric dove right in, eating me up with a ferocious, relentless hunger. His tongue pressed insistently against my pussy, and yet every touch was executed with absolute care and control. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud in fast, steady circles while his thumbs gently held my thighs wide open, exposing every inch of me to his view. God, the man knew how to eat. The heat radiating off his face, the damp, slick sliding sounds of his mouth against my skin, and the steady hum of his throat as he drank me in completely overwhelmed every single one of my senses. "Please," I sobbed out, my head tossing back and forth against the wood, my knuckles white as I held onto him for dear life. "Oh my god, Alaric, fuck!" He kept the torture based on my reactions. Every time I whimpered, every time my hips twitched, he adjusted his pace, pressing his tongue harder, sucking my clit deeper into his mouth until the pleasure became so intense it was almost u