DIRTY DREAMS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 218

I see him for the first time as he is stepping out of a black car in the parking garage wearing a suit that costs more than my rent.I’m sitting in my twelve-year-old Honda with a flat tire and a YouTube tutorial on my phone that’s buffering because the garage has no signal.My day has been the kind of day that makes you question every decision that led to this moment – including the decision to move into a building I can barely afford because the studio on the fourth floor had natural light and a bathtub, and I’m a sucker for bathtubs.He walks past my car. Stops. Backs up. Looks at the flat tire. Looks at me – mascara from this morning slightly smudged, work blouse untucked.“Need a hand?” he says.His voice is low and unhurried. It's also the kind of voice that makes you trust the person speaking it before you’ve processed what they’ve said.“I’m fine,” I lie. “I’m watching a tutorial.”“Your phone has no signal down here.” He’s already walking to my trunk. Opening it. Pulling out

He kisses me in a way that screams patience. He doesn’t rush the kiss. Doesn’t push his tongue past my lips or escalate. He just kisses me slowly with his warm, full lips that still tastes like the wine we shared at dinner and something beneath it that’s just him.His hand moves from my jaw to the back of my neck, but he just leaves it there, like he’s going to take his time and wants me comfortable for the duration. Gradually, his mouth opens mine, then his tongue finds mine with a gentleness that builds heat rather than demanding it.His other hand finds the zipper of my dress and he pulls it down slowly, the teeth separating one by one. The sound is intimate in the quiet room, but my head is too clouded to think about it as the dress loosens around my shoulders.He doesn’t push it off – lets it fall at its own pace while he keeps kissing me. The fabric slides down my arms and catches at my hips. He hooks a thumb and nudges it past and the dress drops to the floor and leaves me stan

He rolls me onto my stomach, lifts my hips, then slides a pillow beneath them – positioning me, adjusting the angle so expertly that I assume he knows exactly what this arrangement does to the geometry of penetration.When he's sure it's perfectly set, he enters me from behind. And the angle change is devastating. His curved cock hits a different, deeper spot from this direction, pressing the back wall instead of the front, with the head reaching a place that his fingers couldn’t touch.He pulls my hips back onto his cock with each thrust, and he uses his strength to seat me fully on each slow stroke.“I can go deeper from here,” he says with his hands on my hips – gripping, the veined forearms flexing. “Can you take it?”"Yes –"He drives deep. Past the comfortable depth and into the territory where pleasure and pressure merge.My fingers fist the expensive sheets and my mouth falls open but no sound comes out because he’s reached a depth that doesn’t translate to language.“There’s

My breathing is rapid. My nipples are hard against my sports bra. My pussy is throbbing.“You will not see our faces. The hood stays on unless we remove it. When we touch you, you will respond with your body, not your words. The only word you are allowed to speak is your safe word. Every other sound is permitted and encouraged.”A hand touches my throat. Gloved. The leather warm from his body heat. The fingers wrap around my neck – not squeezing, holding. Establishing dominion. His thumb rests on my pulse point and I know he can feel it hammering.“Your body is already responding,” he says. His thumb pressing my racing pulse. “Heart rate elevated. Skin flushed. Pupils – we can’t see those yet. But based on your intake form –” A pause. “– your pussy is soaked right now.”I nod. Involuntary. The honesty extracted by the scenario.“We’ll start with that.”His hands find the waistband of my leggings. Pulls them down – efficiently, the fabric peeling off my sweaty skin, down my thighs, my