บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Pleasures (Erotic Collection): บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 76

Ruth's POVMy sister is passed out drunk in the next room and I'm standing in the doorway of her fiancé's bedroom because I want to fuck him.The pre-wedding party ended an hour ago. Adrienne — my younger sister, the bride — drank herself into a champagne coma by eleven and her bridesmaids dragged her to bed. I should be in there with her, watching her and being a good maid of honor. Instead, I'm in the hallway, staring at Daniel Kerr through an open door.My feet are carrying me toward him like they've been rehearsing this walk for two years.I noticed him before she did at ahouse party, two years ago. Chestnut brown hair, gray eyes, a jaw that made me forget my own name from across the room. I was walking toward him when Adrienne slid past me, and wrapped around his arm. By the time I reached the spot, she was already giving him her number.Six months ago, I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. The bathroom door at Adrienne's apartment, not fully closed, and Daniel stepping out o

Ruth’s POVDaniel pushes back inside me, and my pussy swallows his cock like it’s been starving.My back hits the mattress and his hips snap forward. The moan that leaves my mouth is loud enough that Cole clamps his hand over my lips from beside the bed.“Careful, gorgeous,” Cole says, grinning down at me while Daniel fucks me into the mattress. “Your sister’s a light sleeper when she’s hungover.”I should care, but Daniel’s cock is hitting a spot that’s turning my brain to static, and caring about anything other than the next thrust is physically impossible.He hooks my legs over his shoulders and folds me in half and drives deeper. My eyes roll so far back I see the inside of my own skull.Cole moves to my head and feeds me his cock across the pillow, and I take him because my mouth is empty and I don’t want any part of me empty right now.I’m being spitroasted on the groomsmen’s bed with my sister’s snoring coming through the wall, while my hands are searching for something to hold

Nora's POVA flashlight beam sweeps across the bookshelf six inches from my face, and the blood in my body goes cold.I’m crouched between two shelves in the back corner of the university library. The library closed at midnight. It is now 3 am.I’ve been doing this every finals week since sophomore year — hiding in the back stacks until they lock up, studying in the kind of silence you can’t get anywhere else on campus. I have never once been caught.Until tonight.The flashlight finds me. I throw my hand up to block the glare and squint into the beam. My jaw drops instantly.The man holding it is not the old security guard who usually patrols. That guy is sixty and already half-asleep by 1 am. This man is young, probably late twenties, and the first thing my brain registers is that his uniform shirt is tight across his shoulders and chest.He has dark hair, a face that belongs on a magazine cover, and eyes that are assessing me with an expression that is not friendly.“Library closed