All Chapters of DON’T STOP: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ScarlettMy mouth dropped open. For a second, I just stared at him, completely frozen. Twenty-one? He was only twenty-one? The number kept echoing in my head as I slowly pulled my hand away from his, the warmth of his fingers suddenly feeling distant.Viktor watched me carefully, worry etched across his face. “You promised you wouldn’t overreact,” he reminded me gently, his voice soft but steady.I breathed deeply, trying to calm the swirl of emotions rising in my chest — shock, confusion, and a tiny spark of betrayal. I closed my eyes for a moment, forcing the air in and out.“I am… finding it,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I expected. “But why didn’t you tell me a long time ago?”He looked down at the hospital sheets, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I was scared you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he admitted. “You’re so put-together, so mature… I thought if you knew I was younger, you might see me differently. Like I was just a kid or something. But Scarlett, I have really love

ScarlettWe were both trembling with need, the 69 leaving us panting and desperate for more. Viktor’s tongue was still lazily licking me when I finally pulled off his cock with a wet pop, my lips swollen and shiny. I crawled up his body and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my ass tightly.“I need you inside me,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips. “Please, Viktor… I want to feel all of you.”He nodded, eyes dark with lust behind his slightly fogged glasses. “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Dreaming about filling you up, making you mine again.”We shifted together until I was on my back and he was hovering over me in missionary. He lined himself up, the thick head of his cock nudging against my slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open with delicious care. A long, shaky moan escaped me as he sank deeper, filling me completely until our hips met.“Fuck… you feel so

AvaThe soft kisses quickly grew hotter.Kai’s mouth moved against mine with more confidence, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste me. Behind me, Leo’s hands roamed slowly up my sides, while Tyler’s fingers traced gentle patterns on my lower back. Marcus watched for a moment longer before stepping in, his large hand cupping the back of my neck as he stole a deep kiss the moment Kai pulled away.I was surrounded by warmth and hard male bodies, their scents mixing in the air — clean soap, faint cologne, and growing arousal.“Take her dress off,” Marcus said quietly, his voice low and commanding.Hands reached for the zipper at my back. Tyler slowly pulled it down, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my black lace bra and matching panties. Four pairs of hungry eyes drank me in.“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Kai breathed, his hands immediately cupping my breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipp

AvaMy body was already trembling uncontrollably when they pulled me up again. Legs shaking, pussy throbbing and gaping from the brutal double penetration, tears and spit drying on my face. I could barely hold myself up on all fours, but the four of them weren’t nearly done with me.“On your back, slut,” Kai ordered, his voice thick with lust. “Legs up. Show us how flexible that pretty body is.”I whimpered but obeyed, lying on the messy sheets. I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled my legs all the way up and wide open, folding myself almost in half. My knees nearly touched the bed beside my head, pussy and ass completely exposed and dripping. The position made me feel obscene, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on.“Fuck, look at that,” Marcus groaned, stroking his cock. “She’s so flexible she can just present her holes like a good little whore.”Tyler climbed on first, slamming back into my pussy in one brutal thrust. The new angle hit so deep I screamed, my voice breaking. He f

EthanThe neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly—Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny—and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?The inside smelled like incense and something sweeter, warmer. Candles flickered on shelves lined with crystals and old books. In the center of the room sat a round table draped in black velvet, and on it rested a large crystal sphere that caught the low light like trapped moonlight.She rose from her chair when I entered.Madame Elara was nothing li