Dirty Forbidden Confessions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

The job listing was bizarre enough that I almost scrolled past it entirely without a second glance."Seeking female, 5'7", brown hair, hazel eyes, athletic build. Must be willing to travel extensively.Discretion absolutely required.Six-figure compensation for the right candidate who meets all requirements." Normally I would have dismissed it as some kind of elaborate scam or worse, but I was three months behind on rent and my waitressing gig had just cut my hours in half.Desperate times and all that. I submitted my photo and measurements, expecting to never hear back from whoever had posted this strange advertisement.Two days later, I received an encrypted email with coordinates for a meeting location and instructions to tell no one where I was going.Which is how I found myself standing in the lobby of a mansion that looked like it belonged in a period drama, being scrutinized by a severe woman in an expensive black suit."The resemblance is remarkable," she said, circling me slo

He stripped me bare with reverent hands, kissing every inch of skin he revealed as if it were sacred.When I was finally naked on the leather couch, he knelt between my thighs and just looked at me for a long moment, his dark eyes devouring the sight."You're nothing like her," he murmured. "You may wear her face, but everything under is completely different.Better." "Less talking," I demanded, reaching for his belt."More doing." He laughed and let me undress him, his breath catching when my fingers wrapped around his hard length.He was big, thick and heavy in my hand, and the thought of having him inside me made me clench with anticipation."We have to be quiet," he warned, positioning himself at my entrance."The walls have ears in this house." "Then you'll have to find a way to keep me quiet." His mouth covered mine as he pushed inside, swallowing my moan as he stretched me deliciously open.He filled me completely, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against mine and I coul

I started by dimming the lights further still and putting on some soft calming ambient music that we kept specifically for nervous or anxious donors who needed extra relaxation support before collection."Close your eyes," I instructed gently."Take some slow deep breaths and try to let go of all the pressure you've been putting on yourself." Graham obeyed, his chest rising and falling as he worked to calm himself.I could see the tension in his jaw slowly beginning to ease as the music and atmosphere worked their magic on his frazzled anxious nerves."I'm going to begin now," I announced, my hands moving to the button of his jeans."Just keep breathing and let me handle everything." He lifted his hips slightly to help me work more easily his jeans and underwear down his thighs.His cock was half-hard already, clearly responding to the anticipation even if his conscious mind was still battling anxiety."That's good," I encouraged, wrapping my hand around him with practiced confidence.

I knew I shouldn't have tried to take a shortcut through the old fence.The gap between the wooden slats had looked wide enough when I'd spotted it from across my neighbor's backyard.I was late for work, my usual route was blocked by construction, and squeezing through seemed like the obvious solution at the time.Now I was trapped. Wedged tight at the hips with my ass sticking out one side and my torso on the other.The rough wood pressed into my hipbones no matter how much I wiggled or tried to push myself backward."Are you kidding me right now?" I muttered to myself, trying once again to squeeze through.My pencil skirt had ridden up almost to my waist, and I could feel the morning breeze on my bare thighs above my stockings. This was humiliating.I heard a sliding door open somewhere behind me. "Well, well.What do we have here?" The voice was deep and amused, and I immediately recognized it.Jensen Carey. My irritatingly hot neighbor who I'd been avoiding ever since I'd drunken

True to his word, Jensen spent the entire day showing me exactly what he'd been imagining for the past year.After our encounter in the backyard, he'd carried me inside and taken me against the kitchen counter while I was still half-dressed.Then again in his shower, water streaming over us as he pressed me against the tile and thrust into me from behind.Now we were in his bedroom, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, and I was on my hands and knees on his king-sized bed while he knelt behind me and drove into me with deep measured strokes."I can't believe we wasted all that time," he said, his hands gripping my hips."A whole year of being neighbors, and all it took was you getting stuck in my fence." "Maybe I should get stuck more often," I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts."If this is how you rescue people." He laughed and smacked my ass lightly, making me yelp."Only you, sweetheart. This rescue service is exclusive.VIP access only, and you have a lifetime