Semua Bab Dirty Affairs: An Erotic Compilation : Bab 41 - Bab 50

SOPHIA When he moved to take me, it wasn't with the hesitation of a lover; it was with the absolute certainty of someone who was sure of the power they possessed. He gripped my thighs, his hands so large they nearly met around the circumference of my skin, and lifted my knees towards my chest. The position was vulnerable, exposing every inch of me to the cool evening air and to his his burning, charcoal-gray stare."You wanted me to fuck you, right?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a tone that made my vision swim. "This is it. You're gonna get what you want, little slut."He guided himself to my entrance, the tip of his cock hot and agonizingly thick against my slick folds. I was so ready I was shaking, my internal muscles already weeping for the intrusion. He didn't go in slowly. Fuck, he didn't even give me a second to adjust to the sheer reality of him. He drove forward in one singular, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt.A sharp cry tore from my throat. I felt my

TARYN I didn't need to be told twice. I looked up at him through my fake lashes, a slow, wicked smirk spreading tauntingly across my lips. "I thought you'd need a moment, Mr. Greene.""Well, you thought wrong." he shrugged, a knowing smirk filling his sensual lips. I returned my attention to the heavy, throbbing length of his penis in my hand. He was a dark, magnificent contrast against my own pale skin. I leaned in, the tip of my tongue stretching out to taste the salty, sweet drop of precum I’d smeared over the head of his shaft. He let out a sharp, hissed breath through his teeth as his tip went inside my mouth. I pushed him in until his cap was covered with my mouth. As much as I wanted to pleasure, I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to build tension, rile him up just until he couldn't take it anymore.I teased him first, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his glans, tracing the veins that felt like living wires against my tongue. I saw his fingers digging into the leathe

LESLIEMy stepfather's house always felt like the actual tomb it was whenever my mother was away on business. But tonight, the silence was particularly heavy. It felt somewhat mournful. Plus I'd been having this unsettling feeling, and something in my gut told me I wasn't safe. Suddenly, I heard a low grumbling sound in my stomach.Was this why I felt uneasy? Maybe I was just having these silly thoughts because I was hungry. It was nearly one in the morning, and I wasn't sure there'd be anything edible in the kitchen even if I went downstairs. Just when I thought I'd just sleep the hunger off, my stomach let out another sharp, traitorous growl, desperately reminding me that the single salad I’d poked at for dinner wasn't going to cut it.Boy, I was literally starving. With a resigned sigh, I rolled off my bed, my skin sticky from the humidity that even the AC couldn't quite kill. Or maybe I was feeling this hot because the hunger was literally setting my insides on fire. I didn

ALEXA The late afternoon sun of San Francisco was beginning to dip behind the brutalist concrete structures of the campus, casting long, orange shadows that stretched across the pavement like fingers. I adjusted the strap of my heavy portfolio bag, feeling the weight of my charcoal sketches pressing against my hip. Beside me, Ava and Jenna were in high spirits, their voices echoing off the brick walls of the dormitory row.They weren't just my best friends; they were my polar opposites. Sometimes, I wonder how they became my friends. Or better still, how I became their friend. I couldn't deny the fact that I was antisocial as hell. But still, the girls had no problem with it. They treated me with love. They never tried to make me feel inferior. We were all first-year art students, but while I spent my Friday nights obsessing over the shading of a Grecian bust, they spent theirs navigating the sweaty, neon-lit landscape of frat parties. That was exactly how opposite we were. "I’m

ALEXA I stood before my bedroom mirror, the lighting hitting the cobalt blue fabric of my dress in a way that made it shimmer like the ocean. It was short—shorter than anything I’d ever dared to wear—and the sweetheart neckline dipped low enough to showcase the results of my desperate cleavage enhancing bra search on goggle.I grabbed my phone, which was propped up against a stack of art history books, and hit the group video call.As expected, Jenna and Ava’s faces popped up instantly, their backgrounds were a haze of their own messy rooms."Oh, boy!" Jenna’s voice rang through the speakers, her eyes going saucepan wide. "Alexa, who is this woman and what have you done with our resident nun? That dress is a crime in at least ten fucking states!"Ava leaned so close to her camera I could see the flecks in her irises. "Damn, Lex. You really tried to deceive us with that whole prude personality, didn't you? Meanwhile, you’re looking sultry as fuck. That dress is dangerously short—one w