All Chapters of Midnight Cravings: A Forbidden 18+ Erotic collection : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I woke up the next morning still feeling the delicious ache between my thighs.Ryan’s cum had dried on my skin and inside me from last night’s passionate ride. The memory of giving him that lap dance, the way it turned into dry humping on the couch, and then me riding his cock while he sucked and pressed my breasts… it made me wet all over again.Ryan was already up, working from home in his home office down the hall. I could hear the low murmur of his voice on a video call.Perfect.I slipped out of bed wearing nothing but one of his oversized button-down shirts — unbuttoned just enough to show the curve of my breasts and the tops of my thighs. My nipples were already hard, and my pussy was tingling with fresh need.I padded quietly to his office door and peeked in.Ryan was sitting at his desk in a crisp white shirt, tie loosened, looking every bit the professional as he spoke to his team on the video call. The camera was angled so only his upper body was visible.I smirked.Time to

The rest of the day after my risky office ride was pure delicious torture.Ryan tried to focus on his work, but every time I walked past his office door, I made sure to sway my hips a little extra or “accidentally” drop something so I had to bend over in front of him. He kept giving me these dark, heated looks that promised payback.By the time evening came and we finally had the apartment to ourselves (his roommate was out for the night), the tension between us was electric.I decided to push him again.I waited until Ryan was in the kitchen grabbing a late-night snack. I slipped in behind him wearing nothing but one of his white button-down shirts — unbuttoned all the way down, the fabric barely covering my breasts and ass.He turned around and froze when he saw me.“Lila…” he breathed, eyes raking over my body.I didn’t say a word.I walked straight up to him, pressed my body against his, and started the lap dance right there in the kitchen — slow, sensual rolls of my hips, grindin

I spent the next two days in a constant state of arousal and nerves.Every lecture with Professor Black felt charged. He would glance at me from the front of the room, his grey eyes lingering just a second too long, and I would feel my thighs press together under my desk. I kept replaying the feeling of his thick cock in my mouth, the way he had groaned while trying to stay professional, and his dark promise that next time he wouldn’t stop at my mouth.By the time Thursday’s office hours rolled around at 7 PM, I was a mess of anticipation.I wore a short plaid skirt, a tight white blouse with the top buttons undone, and thigh-high socks. No panties.When I knocked on his office door, his voice was calm and professional. “Come in.”I stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, just like last time. Professor Black sat behind his desk, grading papers, sleeves rolled up.“Miss Elara,” he said, not looking up immediately. “You’re here for feedback on your revised paper?”“Yes, Professor,” I r

The house was quiet except for the sound of the TV in the living room.Mom and Dad had gone to bed early, leaving me and my stepbrother Jax alone on the couch watching a movie. I was wearing one of his oversized hoodies — the hem barely covering my ass — with nothing underneath. It was my favorite way to tease him lately.Jax sat on the other end of the couch, pretending to focus on the screen, but I could feel his eyes on me every few minutes.I stretched lazily, letting the hoodie ride up higher on my thighs, then shifted closer to him under the shared blanket.“Cold tonight,” I murmured innocently, pressing my bare leg against his.He tensed but didn’t move away.I grew bolder.While our parents slept upstairs, I slowly slid my hand under the blanket and rested it on his thigh. Jax’s breath hitched, but he kept staring at the TV.I inched my fingers higher, brushing against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.“Nova…” he warned quietly, voice low and strained. “What the hell are yo

The rest of the day after the kitchen incident was pure, delicious agony.Every time I passed Ethan in the hallway, his eyes would darken and linger on my body a second too long. During family dinner, he sat beside me, acting perfectly normal while his hand occasionally brushed my thigh under the table. The casual touches made my pussy throb with fresh need.Mom and Dad had no idea their son had just teased and marked their daughter in the kitchen while they were upstairs.By 11:45 PM, when the house was finally dark and quiet, I couldn’t take it anymore.I slipped out of my room wearing only a tiny silk camisole and matching panties, my heart pounding as I crept down the hallway to Ethan’s bedroom.I didn’t knock.I quietly opened the door and stepped inside.Ethan was lying on his bed in nothing but black boxer briefs, scrolling on his phone. The moment he saw me, he sat up, eyes widening with a mix of surprise and raw hunger.“Nova… what the hell are you doing?” he whispered harshl