All Chapters of DON’T STOP: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ScarlettThe anger from the loan sharks still burned in my chest like acid. I couldn’t go straight home yet. My mind was too loud, too chaotic. I needed something to numb it.“Change of plans,” I told the taxi driver. “Take me to a bar first. Any decent one on the way.”The driver nodded and turned onto a different road. As we drove through the dimly lit streets, the evening sky already turning deep purple, my eyes caught something that made my stomach drop.There, standing by the roadside under a flickering streetlight, was Martha.My little sister.She was dressed in a short skirt that barely covered her thighs and a revealing top that left very little to the imagination. She was laughing and talking closely with a man, their hands touching, bodies leaning into each other like they were already familiar.“Stop the car,” I said urgently. “Please drop me off here.”The driver pulled over. I quickly paid him and told him to keep the change, then hurried out, heart hammering.What the he

Scarlett Viktor stood frozen near the door for a heartbeat, looking equal parts shocked and tempted. Then he took one hesitant step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of me where I sat on the edge of his bed.The air between us felt thick, charged with the alcohol buzzing in my veins and the memory of his lips on mine this morning. I reached up, grabbed the front of his hoodie, and tugged him down gently but firmly until his face was level with mine.“You missed my cheek earlier and ended up stirring me and my lips a little,” I murmured, my breath brushing against his lips. “Now, let me show you how it’s done.”Before he could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him.This time it wasn’t clumsy or accidental. I kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint sweetness of whatever he’d had for dinner mixed with the nervousness rolling off him in waves. Viktor made a soft, surprised sound against my mouth, but then his hands found my waist, gripping me like he was

ScarlettI stayed there for a few long seconds, lying on top of Viktor with his arms wrapped tightly around me. His body was warm from the fever, his heartbeat steady and strong against my chest. It felt… safe. Too safe. Too good.Then he slowly loosened his hold.I lifted my head and met his eyes. We stared at each other in silence, the air between us thick with everything we weren’t saying. His gaze was softer without his glasses, more open, and it made my stomach flutter in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely.“I… I should finally leave,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.He didn’t stop me. I pushed myself up carefully, smoothing down my clothes, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed. Viktor sat upright on the bed, watching me quietly as I moved toward the door.I stepped out of his apartment without looking back, but the moment I closed my own door behind me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it — the way his arms had felt around me, the warmth of his chest, and the intensi

ViktorShe gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around my cock, the vibration making my hips jerk harder. I tightened my fist in her hair and began thrusting with more force — deep, steady, controlling the pace completely.“Look at you,” I rasped, watching my thick length disappear between her stretched lips. “On your knees gagging on my cock like a good little slut. You love this, don’t you? Pretending to be my shy neighbor when all you really wanted was to choke on me.”She whimpered around me, the soft, choked sound driving me wild. Saliva dripped down her chin as I fucked her face harder, holding her head in place with both hands now. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she made that perfect little gagging noise that had my balls tightening.I pulled her off for a breath, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the head of my cock.“Answer me,” I demanded, my voice rough.“Yes…” she gasped, breathing hard. “I love it.”“Good girl.”I

ScarlettThe next morning, I couldn’t face Viktor.I stayed hidden in my apartment the entire day, refusing to step out even for groceries. Every time I thought about last night — his mouth between my legs, the way he gripped my hair, the filthy things he said while I sucked him — my face burned with embarrassment. I was so shy, so nervous, and honestly a little ashamed.But regret? Hell no.If anything, I craved more. This was the first time in a long time that I actually wanted sex to continue. Viktor had made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. He made sex feel… worth it. Really worth it. I kept wondering how a shy nerd like him could be so good with his tongue and fingers. Was he even a virgin? He didn’t seem like it.Then I remembered the girl who sometimes visited his place. Maybe they were just friends? Or maybe not. The thought made my stomach twist a little, but I pushed it away.By afternoon, I decided I had a perfect excuse to see him. Last night I had brought him ra