《DON’T STOP》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

BellaThis budge was straining, hot, and unmistakable, as if the sight of me in this dress, backed against him, had snapped something inside his control.My eyes flew wide.A rush of heat slammed through me, my face burning, chest tight, a shameful throb blooming low between my thighs even as panic clawed at my throat.He didn’t move his hands. His fingers flexed, just once, digging lightly into my hips like he was anchoring himself.The hallway stayed deathly silent. No footsteps. No one coming. It was just the four of us frozen: me sandwiched between my boyfriend (still holding the door open, face paling) and the professor who’d ruined my future, some curvy stranger watching from inside, and the hidden camera silently capturing every heartbeat, every breath, every inch of contact.“Excuse me,” was all I could manage, the words barely a whisper as I twisted out of Black’s grip and stumbled back. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. I didn’t look at Jones. I didn’t look a

BellaThe door clicked open, and I practically jumped off the bed the second Lara stepped in. My heart was already racing before she even closed it behind her.“Hey,” she said, eyebrows shooting up at my speed. “What’s up?”She dropped her shoulder bag on the bed and sank into the chair, kicking off her sneakers with a tired sigh.I hovered by the edge of my bed, twisting my fingers together. “I received a message. He wants to see me.”Lara’s eyes narrowed. “Who? Jones?”“No, ugh.” I rolled my eyes, flopping back onto the mattress. “Mr. Black!”“What?” She sat up straighter. “Really? Why?”I shook my head, staring at the ceiling. “I swear I have no idea. I’m still confused. It was the course rep who sent the message, by the way.”Lara leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Okay… so I think he wants to ask you why you showed up at his office the last time looking like you were about to start a revolution.”“You think?”“I guess. And this means another rare chance, Bella.” Her voice drop

BellaWith the rain still pouring down, I trudged the last block to the dorm, soaked to the bone, my sneakers squelching with every step. My mind was a mess, replaying every worst-case scenario about Mom, about school, about everything falling apart. Tears mixed with the rain on my face; I didn’t even try to hide them anymore. By the time I reached the building, I just stood under the overhang outside the entrance, staring at the street. The thought hit me hard and clear: maybe I should just run out there, right into the path of the next car. One quick end to all this weight. My heart pounded at the idea, legs already twitching like they might actually do it.Then my phone buzzed in my pocket, loud against the drumming rain. I pulled it out with shaking fingers. Mom. A broken sob tore out of me before I could stop it. I pressed my free hand over my face, sucked in a ragged breath, and answered.“Mom?” I whispered.“I decided to call,” she said, her voice warm but tired. “I haven’t hea

DarrellThere was a gasp suddenly from the phone, and it hit me like a shot of adrenaline straight to the dick. I smirked against the dim living-room light, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make her squirm wherever the hell she was sitting.Then she whispered, barely audible, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”I laughed low, the sound rough in my throat. “Didn’t you watch the whole thing? I’m sure that you did.”“I didn’t,” she said quickly and defensively.“Then why’d you call me?” I shifted, spreading my thighs wider on the sofa. “I only asked you to call after the ending of the sex.”She gulped. Loud enough, I could picture her throat working, cheeks burning. My free hand drifted down, palming myself through my sweats first, then slipping under the waistband. Already leaking. Fuck.“So you did watch it to the end?” I asked, voice dropping.“Yes, I did, but I didn’t touch myself,” she rushed out.I almost laughed again but swallowed it, stroking once, slow, l

DarrellI watched her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, the black lace catching briefly on her hips before she tugged them down slowly, almost reluctant, but not stopping. She lifted her hips just enough to slide them past her thighs, letting them drop to the floor in a soft heap. The air in the office felt thicker now, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.Her skirt was already bunched at her waist. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking to mine, searching for mercy she knew wasn’t coming, then hooked her knees over the arms of the chair. The motion spread her wide, open, and vulnerable. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent light, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention she hadn’t yet allowed herself to give.Fuck. My cock throbbed hard against my slacks. I didn’t adjust it. Let her see the outline; let her know exactly what this was doing to me.“Beautiful,” I murmured, low enough that it almost sounded like praise. Al