Semua Bab Risky Desires: Short Stories. : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ryder's POV. The way I stared at Vanie was in no way proper but I'd never claimed to be the gentleman anyway. I'd thought this shift was going to be easy, especially since most of the ladies here weren't my type. But after setting my eyes on Vanie, I felt desire bully my insides. She was not only curvy, she was also thick with big breasts that almost spilled out of her sports bra. Sure, her belly was a little protruded but it was just how I liked them–Fluffy and soft. Her thighs were magnificent, shaking from every step she took. If I had to pick how I'd die, I'd choose burying my face in between those legs. But I push those thoughts back, reminding myself that I was supposed to be as professional as possible. Lily–my sister and the one who should be doing this shift–would never let me hear the end of it if I tried to cross the lines. Yet the risk, the danger, tangled with the fantasy building up in my mind made me hard. I inhaled deeply, the timer on my wristwatch going off wit

Vanie's POV. I'd never have thought that Ryder would possess the strength to lift me but he did. We both laid naked on the floor with my thighs on either sides of his face. His hands squeezed and caressed my ass while my hands rounded the base of his cock.We hit the 69 position perfectly and just as I was about to swallow his long shaft, a sharp gasp tore through my throat. “Oh God,” I breathed, loving the way pleasure shot through my insides.Ryder's lips trapped my left pussy lip and he released it with a wet pop, attacking my right one and repeating the act. His tongue flickered over my clitoris, making my thighs clamp down on his face. “Fuck. Don't stop that,” I demanded as I swallowed his shaft, pumping into my mouth until his tip touched the end of my throat.The sounds of his groans vibrated through over my slits, making me push myself back and forth against him. But he didn't relent, his lips sucked hard on my sensitive bud, making it throb incessantly. He smacked my assc

Daisy's POV. Eight hours later, I could hear music bursting through the speakers downstairs that the walls vibrated. The sound of it made my insides tighten with excitement. I'd been anticipating this all day, and I'd even selected my outfit three hours before the party started. I twisted the knob for the shower, turning it off. My fingers curled around the robe I'd hung on the wall and then I placed it on my body.After what felt like fifteen minutes of prepping myself, I was finally ready. I stared at my reflection, loving the way the leather corset top and blue baggy jeans snatching my waist. All that was left was some jewellery to match and that'd be it. As I surfed through my options, holding a silver and gold earring to both ears, my ears caught on the reduction of the music. But that wasn't all, I heard loud screams that sounded like…like moans. My brows furrowed.What was that? Was something strange happening out there?But then I shook my head, nah I wasn't hearing tha

Daisy's POV. I glanced around immediately and I instantly started feeling like I was seeing things. He was nothing like the men I'd been involved with or seen in real life. Black ink snaked his right arm in spiral designs that were similar to a snake, stopping at the side of his neck, the sides of his head were perfectly shaved, he had a brow piercing on his left brow and those grey stormy eyes stared at me like he could see right through my face. He was gorgeous in a way that made dread slither up my spine and as my eyes took note of the sleeveless black jeans and jacket he was putting on, I found myself staring at his muscles longer than needed. He looked like the kind of man that would rearrange my insides with a punishing cock, and God help me, I wouldn't stop him. I would obey his orders to the letter and I wasn't sure if it was because I was already horny before seeing him. But I seemed to be a little too submissive.Which was different from the ordinary. As if knowing the

Evelyn's POV. Long before the sister Evelyn who lived in the foru walls of this convent, there was Stella, the strip dancer. I was both personalities, I explored dicks of different sizes, involved in countless sexual fantasies before I finally found this path.I'd gone into hard drugs, became an addict and had to end up in rehab for about six months. That when I got tired of my former life. Today made it the third year since I'd joined this convent as a nun. I left my old life to follow a new path today and despite the restrictions, I had no regrets. Now, I felt like I finally had a life of purpose.“Evelyn, Justin is late today,” Georgia, a fellow sister, had called my attention to that. I saw her expression fall, her black nun scarf flying in the bright morning breeze. We had a community field just outside the convent where we supervised criminals doing community service as well as speak the word of God to them after they were done. Other criminals seemed repentant and willing