Dirty Pretty Things: Short erotica collections의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 35

Chapter 3 Addison's POV “Fuck… you look obscene like this,” he says, voice rougher now. “So eager to earn that grade.”I swallow him deeper until my lips brush his skin at the base, eyes watering as my own spit slicks my chin.His jaw tightens.“If you keep doing that, Addison…”His thumb brushes the corner of my wet mouth, smearing it slightly.“…you might get more than you bargained for.”His words only spur me on. I pull back, stroking him with my hand, my lips swollen, breath unsteady.“Then give it to me, Professor,” I whisper.He leans forward in his chair, his hand still tangled in my hair.“Yeah? But who told you to stop? Keep sucking.”He pushes me back down onto him, his cock filling my mouth again. My lips stretch around him, my tongue stroking his underside while my hand works the base down to his balls in slow, coaxing movements. The combination pulls a low, guttural groan from deep in his chest.His hips begin to move, just slightly at first, matching my pace as if the

Chapter 5Addison's POV “I want you inside me, Professor.” I say, the word breaking on my tongue. “Please, fuck me with your big cock.”The corner of his mouth curves in satisfaction. Then he pushes in, slow, deliberate, the stretch pulling a gasp from my throat, my fingers curling into the scattered papers beneath me. Even after the slick aftermath of my orgasm, he is thick enough that my walls tense around him instinctively.“Relax,” he murmurs.His free hand slides up to cup my breast again, rolling my nipple between his fingers in a coaxing rhythm.Then he pushes deeper, filling me inch by inch. The sheer fullness of him makes my breath hitch, my toes curling. He doesn’t rush. Every slow, deliberate thrust forward pushes me open further until he is fully seated inside me, the heat and stretch almost overwhelming.“Fuck,” he breathes, jaw clenched. “So tight.”He doesn’t move right away, just stays there, buried to the hilt, one hand still on my breast, the other gripping my hip s

CHAPTER ONEAvery’s POV “Are you sure this will work?” I asked in a voice I didn't recognize as mine, my eyes glued to the sets of lingerie spread out on the bed. “What is this now?” Zara replied, irritation evident in her voice. I bet she was tired of me, but could I really blame her? Of course, I'd sound that way too, if I’d planned something for weeks only for her to get cold feet minutes before the big moment.I turned to her.She looked like she was about to scold a child; her hands on her hips, red curls bouncing as she tilted her head. “Avery, you’re overthinking this. You’re getting married in two weeks, and you’re telling me you want Jason to actually see you, right? This boudoir album is the spark you need. Trust me, men can’t resist a woman who’s confident in her own skin.”I swallowed hard, my fingers brushing the lacy edge of the black bra on the bed. It was delicate, with tiny silver accents that caught the light. The matching panties looked like they’d barely cover a