All Chapters of Her Dirty Pleasures: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Rachel's POVHe carries me to the window.His apartment has the same layout as mine, which means his living room window faces the courtyard. It faces the other building, and faces anyone who bothers to look up tonight.My back hits the cold glass.I gasp. The temperature shock makes my nipples tighten, and makes my whole body shiver. He’s still half-hard inside me, still leaking his cum down my thighs, and he uses that wetness to push back in with one smooth roll of his hips.“Turn around,” he says.I don’t argue.He pulls out. I turn, and my palms press flat against the window. My forehead touches the glass, and my breasts press against it too, nipples dragging across the cold surface.I can see our reflections. His body behind mine. His hands on my hips. His cock nudging at my entrance, shiny with both of us.“Look up,” he says.I do.Across the courtyard, a light is on in someone’s apartment. A silhouette moves past a window. I can’t tell if they’re watching. I can’t tell if anyone

Gwen's POVI unzip him and pull his cock out.The size of it makes my mouth water. Gerald is average in size. Kian isn’t average in any way.His cock is thick, and veined. The head is wet and flushed, already leaking from the tip. I stroke him while lying in the stirrups, my feet still up, my freshly shaved cunt dripping around his bare fingers that are still buried inside me. I sit up, and grab a fistful of his lab coat. I pull him closer and take his cock in my mouth.He groans, his tone low. And it gets me even more aroused.I suck him deep and his cock stretches my mouth wide. My tongue flattens against the underside. I taste skin and salt and pre-cum. His hand finds the back of my head and he threads his fingers through my hair and holds me there with his cock in my throat and his stethoscope swinging against my forehead.“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says above me, voice rough, hips rocking forward. I gag around him. Spit floods out and drips onto the hospi

Simone's POVThe worst date of my life ended twenty minutes ago. I'm in the back of an Uber at 2am, with three glasses of wine in my blood, with a vibrator still in my purse from when I thought the date might go somewhere. It didn't. My date was an asshole. He ordered dinner for me, talked about his ex for forty-five minutes, tried to split the bill, then asked if I wanted to see his vinyl collection. I told him I'd rather chew tinfoil. He called me dramatic and a bitch. So I left, and got in an Uber.I feel unsatisfied. The universe owes me something good to get the date out of my system.I didn’t look at the uber driver as I got into the cab, and nonchalantly gave him my address.Now, I look up, and my eyes go wide. I catch his eyes in the rearview, flicking from the road to me and back. He’s handsome as hell. Too handsome for an uber driver. He belongs on the front cover of a magazine.He has dark brown eyes, with dark hair slicked back, and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. I l

Simone’s POVHis cock is hard against my ass through our clothes and my keys are in the lock.I should turn them and walk inside and close the door. I should just go to sleep and pretend this night was a dream.Instead I push back against him, grinding my ass into the bulge in his jeans, and the sound he makes against my neck is low and hungry. My hand freezes on the keys as excitement shoots through me.He pulls my dress up from behind. He yanks the hem to my waist in the hallway of my apartment building where the overhead light is on and anyone would see a woman getting undresses at her front door.His hand slides between my legs from behind. His fingers find me bare and soaked, his cum from the backseat still leaking from me, and when he pushes two fingers inside me and feels the mess he left twenty minutes ago, the groan he makes vibrates against my shoulder blade.“Still full of me,” he says against my neck, his fingers pumping through his own cum inside my pussy. “And still this

Seraphina’s POVHe pulls back slowly, dragging every inch of his length through my tight pussy. The friction is almost unbearable. Then he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.I scream.The sound tears from my throat, raw and broken. He's too big. I feel like I'm being split apart, stretched beyond what my body can take. My fingers scrabble against the table, searching for anything to hold onto."You feel that?" His voice is low, as he begins to move in long, punishing strokes. "You feel how deep I am inside you? You'll feel me for days."I want to tell him to go to hell. I want to spit curses and venom. But all that comes out is a choked moan as he drives into me again.He sets a brutal pace, pulling out until only the head remains, then slamming back in so hard the table shakes.My breasts press against the wood with every impact."You don't want this." He says each word between thrusts. "Do you?""N-no," I gasp out."But look at your body." His hand re