Dirty Forbidden Confessions のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The knock on my door comes at the worst possible time.I'm standing in my bedroom wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching thong, my ring light already glowing, laptop open and ready on my desk. My cam show starts in ten minutes. I have regulars who tip well when I'm punctual, and I need every dollar to cover next semester's tuition. Grad school isn't cheap, and my parents think I'm working at a coffee shop.I grab a satin robe from the hook on my door and wrap it around myself before padding across my apartment. Probably a package delivery. Maybe my roommate forgot her keys again, though she's supposed to be at her boyfriend's place all night.I open the door and my heart stutters in my chest.It's Theo. My neighbor from 4B. The one I've been fantasizing about since he moved in six months ago. Tall with dark hair that falls across his forehead, a jaw that could cut glass, and a body that proves he spends serious time at the gym. I've seen him coming back from runs, sweaty and

I turn to face him and my mouth goes completely dry.He's stripped off his shirt, revealing a chest and stomach that look carved from marble. Every muscle is defined, his skin smooth and tan, and I want to run my tongue over every inch of him. His jeans are already open, his cock hard and thick and straining toward me, and I've never wanted anything more than I want him inside me right now."On your knees." He commands, and there's no question in his voice. Just certainty that I'll obey.I slide off the bed and kneel in front of him, looking up at his face while my hand wraps around his length. He groans, his head falling back, his hand coming to rest on top of my head."I've thought about this." I stroke him, watching his reaction, learning what makes him gasp. "Every single time I performed, I imagined you watching me. Imagined someone real instead of all those faceless usernames. I just didn't know you actually were.""Every show." His voice is strained, his hips rocking slightly i

The smart move would be telling him to stop. Throwing him out and pretending this never happened. Instead I watch his hands work his belt buckle and feel my pulse pound between my legs."On the bed." It's not a request."I don't take orders from you."He laughs, low and dark. "You just came screaming my name with my fingers inside you. I think we're past pretending you don't want this."He's right and I hate him for it. But I move to the bed anyway, sitting on the edge, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head. His body is unfairly perfect — lean muscle, defined abs, that V-cut disappearing into his jeans. I've imagined this so many times but the reality is worse because now I can't pretend it's just a fantasy."Lie back."I do it. I don't know why. Maybe because the orgasm made me compliant, or maybe because I've spent three years fighting this and I'm tired. I lie back on my narrow dorm bed and he kneels between my legs, pushing my t-shirt up to expose everything."Look at you."

Morgan moved in across the hall three weeks ago, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.I noticed her the day I was hauling boxes into my new apartment, freshly dumped and trying not to cry in front of strangers. She stepped out of 4B with a smile that made me forget my own name, offered to help carry things, and spent the next two hours making me laugh instead of letting me wallow.She's beautiful in a way that makes my chest tight. Dark curly hair that falls past her shoulders. Brown skin that glows in any light. Full lips that curve into a smirk whenever she catches me staring. Which happens more often than I want to admit.I've never been attracted to a woman before. At least, that's what I keep telling myself while I lie awake at night thinking about her hands, her mouth, the way she touched my lower back when we passed in the hallway yesterday.Tonight she's in my apartment again. Third time this week. We're on my couch with a bottle of wine between us, some movie p

She strips off her jeans and underwear and I forget how to breathe.She's beautiful everywhere. Soft curves and smooth skin and a small patch of dark curls between her thighs that makes my mouth water. I've never looked at a woman's body like this, never wanted to put my mouth on every inch of someone."Touch me." She lies back, spreads her legs, lets me see everything. "However you want. I'll guide you."I trace my fingers up her thighs, watching her muscles twitch. When I reach the apex, I pause, suddenly nervous."You won't hurt me." She reads my hesitation. "Start with your fingers. Feel how wet I am."I slide my fingers through her folds and gasp. She's soaked, dripping, her clit swollen and hard under my touch. I did this to her. Watching me come undone made her this wet."Inside." She's breathless now. "Put your fingers inside me."I push two fingers into her and we both moan. She's so warm, so soft, clenching around me as I start to move. I watch her face, learning what makes