NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The lights suddenly came on. Ryan and I both froze. His thick cock was still deep inside my throbbing pussy. My legs were wrapped around his waist. We weren’t fully naked… my t-shirt was still on though it was pushed up above my breasts, and Ryan still had his shorts around his knees.Footsteps followed, someone was coming.“Shit,” Ryan whispered immediately.He pulled out of me quickly and a thick rush of our mixed juices leaked down my thighs. I dragged my t-shirt down while Ryan immediately pulled his shorts up in one quick motion. I grabbed the blanket that was lying on the back of the couch and threw it over our laps just in time.Dad walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes, phone in his hand.He stopped immediately when he saw us.“What are you two doing up this late?” he asked, sounding sleepy and a little confused.“Nothing dad,” I replied immediately, trying to act normal. “We were just…” “Bonding.” Ryan cut in. “Bonding?” Dad asked, confused. “Yes dad. We’re bondin

Olivia's POVI was one of the top students in Professor Charlie Hayes’ class. Everyone knew it. I sat down at the front row during every lecture, took perfect and complete notes, and answered every question he asked with confidence. But no one knew the actual reason why I worked so hard.It was him.Professor Charlie Hayes.He was thirty-four but looked younger and hotter than a twenty-five years old man. Tall, sharp jawline and that deep, commanding voice that made me squeeze my thighs together every single time he spoke.He wore fitted shirts that hugged his broad shoulders, and sometimes he rolled up his sleeves, showing those strong veiny forearms that I could not stop staring at.I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapping around me.Tonight, after everyone else had left, I stayed behind in his office for “extra help” on my paper.“Professor Charlie,” I said softly, standing in front of his desk. My heart was already beating fast. “I

The following day in class, I wasn't able to focus on anything.Every time Professor Charlie spoke, my mind went straight back to last night… his fingers inside me, the way he spanked my ass, how he fucked me over his desk and came inside my mouth.I kept biting my lip and shifting in my seat. My pussy was still sore,, but it was already getting wet again just from looking at him. I could feel the lace of the panties I was wearing rubbing against my sensitive clit every time I moved. He stood at the front of the class, explaining something about the lecture. Our eyes met for a second and he gave me a small, knowing smirk that made my busy throb more. I pressed my thighs together.My best friend Claire, who was sitting next to me, noticed everything but I didn't care. I continued looking at the Professor as my pussy got wetter. She quickly texted me under the desk.Claire: What’s going on with you?Me: What do you mean?Claire: Why are you staring at the prof with such sexy eyes?Me:

A few weeks later, the results for the final final exams were finally out.Today was the day Professor Charlie would call out our positions in class. The whole class was buzzing with different energy. Some Students were excited, some nervous and others didn't care. Students were whispering, checking their phones and fidgeting in their seats.I sat in my usual front-row seat. I wasn't really bothered. I always came out on top of the class and this time I had studied harder than ever not just for the course, but because I wanted to impress him. After everything we had done in his office, I thought my dedication would not only show in how I let him touch me but also show in my grade.Professor Charlie walked in, looking calm and professional as always. He carried a pile of papers and stood in front of the class.“Alright, settle down everyone,” he said with that deep voice that still made my nipples hard. “I’ll call out the grades for my course. Listen carefully.”He started going down t

When I moved into Dorm Room 73, I heard the rumors about the guy next door… Marcus Hale.Everyone on the floor kept whispering about him. Tall, dark-haired, always in black outfits, rarely seen with anyone. Some girls said he was dangerous. Some said he was just quiet. Others claimed he was so good in bed that he left girls ruined after one night.I didn’t believe the rumors.And I wasn't moved by them at all. I didn't care. I wasn’t going to be like the other girls who threw themselves at him or embarrassed themselves, seeking attention from a guy. I was here to study, keep my head down, and graduate with good grades. That was it.The first time I saw him was the day I moved in.I was struggling with the last heavy box, sweating and out of breath, when I saw him leaning against the doorframe of room 74, arms crossed, watching me.Marcus Hale.He was taller than I expected, with sharp features and dark eyes that seemed to see straight through people. His black t-shirt stretched acros