Unheard Pleasures (Hot Erotic Story Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

I couldn’t sit still at dinner. Sophie was yapping about some guy from her dorm while Lauren cutting tomatoes in the kitchen. Sam sat across from me, calm as usual, laughing at the right times, but every time our eyes met he gave me that small, slow look that made my thighs squeeze together under the table. I barely tasted the food. Kept thinking about his hand underwater, his fingers curling inside me while Sophie was ten feet away. I was soaked again before dessert. After everyone went to bed I waited until the house was dead quiet. 1:18 a.m. I slipped out in the same bikini top and tiny sleep shorts. No bra no panties. Just bare feet on the grass and cool night air hitting my skin, making my nipples hard before I even reached the boathouse. Door was cracked open like he promised. I pushed it Dark inside, smell of wood and lake water. Then his hands were on me. Sam pulled me in out of no where, door shutting soft. Mouth on mine instantly -- rough tongue pushing

I couldn’t sit still after class. Blowing even under the desk had left me soaked and restless all day. The taste of him was still in my mouth when I got home, and I kept replaying how he’d tried to protest, how his thighs shook when I took him deep. I wanted more, NEEDED more. Sam and his financèè ... had gone on to who knows where, I was the only one home, and the only person who could give me what I want right now was Caleb - Our English teacher. The Prof who fucked me in his office So I later drove to his house. It was about 9:30 p.m. Suburbs quiet, streetlights soft. I parked two houses down, walked up in the same skirt and cropped hoodie from earlier when he fucked me ruthlessly. In it no bra, nor panties, just the ache between my legs and a stupid amount of confidence. I rang the bell. He opened the door in a gray T-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy like he’d been grading papers. His face went from confused to pure panic immediately he saw me “Riley- wh-what

I stepped into my room and froze. Sam was standing there in the dark, completely naked, cock already hard and thick vains n all,which only got me wet all over again. The belt in his right hand slid slowly across his palm like he’d been waiting a while. Then his eyes moved over me — messy hair, crooked skirt, the faint smell of another man still on my skin. His jaw flexed. “Where the fuck have you been Riley?” I didn’t answer, just closed the door behind me and leaned against it. He walked over, slowly The belt tapped against his thigh once, twice. “You disappear right after we fuck in the boathouse. Come back looking like you just got railed." He says, stepping closer, slowly, "Tell me where you went, Riley.” Still nothing. I didn't open my mouth. I wanted him to force it open He grabbed my arm, spun me around and bent me over the bed. The belt cracked across my ass - sharp, stinging pain ran down. I gasped. But then he hit me again, harder this time, ri

The hotel door had barely clicked shut before Damian had me pinned against the wall. His massive hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there while his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was deep and filthy from the start, tongues sliding, lips sucking mind. I could taste the whiskey on him. My hands grabbed at his shirt, desperate, while his other hand shoved my skirt up and ripped my panties off in one brutal yank. The sound of the fabric tearing sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs “Fuck… you’re dripping down your thighs already,” he growled against my mouth. Two thick fingers pushed straight into me. No teasing or warmup. He started rubbing my clit fast and rough while his tongue kept fucking my mouth passionately. The pressure built so quickly I couldn’t breathe. My legs started shaking. Couldn't hold it no more I moaned loud into his mouth as I came hard, squirting all over his hand, warm and messy, more and more pouring out

Intro:..... Emma's mum died 2 years back, in a car crash. And her dad disappeared just a year ago. She's now staying with her best friend Brooke, who's leaving with her single Dad.....And that's where things get messy. Let's head on to the story ........ The drive up the mountain was quiet. Brooke was in the passenger seat with her earbuds in, head against the window, asleep before we even hit the highway. Nathan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. I sat in the back with my legs stretched out, pretending to scroll my phone, but really I was watching him in the rearview mirror. He hadn’t said much since we left the city. Just asked if I was comfortable, turned the AC down when I shivered. Same Nathan who used to pick us up from middle school dances, who made us pancakes on Sunday mornings when Brooke’s mom was working night shifts. The man who taught me how to change a tire when I was sixteen because my own dad was already long gone by then.